The perfect story
The blonde walked into the sports shop I was working in to look at some trainers. Within a fairly short time we were on the floor having sex. No effort by me, it just was obvious it could and would happen and it soon did. It just felt right.
We spent lots of time together after that, there was a point where we fell out and had to deal with an issue from her past to fix it, which I did very quickly once I knew what it was about. And then she told me she was pregnant. I'd never felt so happy and fulfilled, knowing both I'd got her back and I was going to be a father with her.
Years later we were all in a flat of friends of ours, with about six children between us all there, and I was telling them all rude jokes to make them laugh. It reminded me of the times I had with my own parents in the 60s and showed me exactly how life should be, surrounded by family and friends and getting on with everyone together in a community. This was what I wanted for my future family for most of my life and this was exactly what I had.
And then I woke up.
This was a dream I had over ten years ago, and in reality hardly any of the elements have been in my life before or since, except the large family groups I mixed with in the 60s and the fact I was working in the shop I dreamed about at the time.
Love is a cunt isn't it...
We spent lots of time together after that, there was a point where we fell out and had to deal with an issue from her past to fix it, which I did very quickly once I knew what it was about. And then she told me she was pregnant. I'd never felt so happy and fulfilled, knowing both I'd got her back and I was going to be a father with her.
Years later we were all in a flat of friends of ours, with about six children between us all there, and I was telling them all rude jokes to make them laugh. It reminded me of the times I had with my own parents in the 60s and showed me exactly how life should be, surrounded by family and friends and getting on with everyone together in a community. This was what I wanted for my future family for most of my life and this was exactly what I had.
And then I woke up.
This was a dream I had over ten years ago, and in reality hardly any of the elements have been in my life before or since, except the large family groups I mixed with in the 60s and the fact I was working in the shop I dreamed about at the time.
Love is a cunt isn't it...
posted by David | 12:29 am
dreams have this annoying habit of never coming true...
it's like the more you want them to happen, the more they'll just turn around and spit in your face, laughing maniacally at your stupidity and naiveity and the fact that you still believe in dreams...
or something like that
"or something like that "
yep, exactly like that. What a sod eh?
Can anyone show us an alternative experience (though that would go against the philosophy of the site...).