I had two dreams last night

in the first one, I dreamed that I had blown out my ankles with
the same injury I got a year and a half ago at northern faire.
I have this persistent image from the dream in which I am sitting
down with my legs out in front of me, wondering how the swelling
in my ankles had gotten so acute, so fast. I couldn't walk.
it hurt like a bitch.

in the second dream, I kissed duckie... and it was so erotic...
mmmmmm. but there was a twist. the reason it worked was becuase
his brother had told me exactly how duckie likes to be kissed
(fyi in reality duckie is an only-child just like me) and I
put the advice to good use... "let him be the aggressor until
you reach a certain point, then turn the tables on him..."

wow. both dreams were short but vivid and detailed...
I rarely dream about physical contact and even more rarely
about any tactile sensations, most of my dreams are visual.
and here it happened twice in one night, I dream of pain and
of pleasure.