What are your dreams made of?

By cydney · Oct 2, 2016 · ·
  1. You know, I'm a small town girl. Really really small town, small time. I haven't traveled around the world. I lived in Japan and Guam in a time I can't remember, except in dreams. And wow, are those dreams glorious! I still remember all the colors, the smells, the speech, and I don't even know where I'm going or where I've come from. My folks used to tell me the reason I'm so smart is because I could speak two languages fluently. I wish I still could!

    My dreams are made of freedom. Freedom of expression. Free to be happy, dramatic, sad, free to be me.

    I've never been to New York. I've been to Santa Fe! I've been to Lincoln, Nebraska! But never New York.

    Someday I'll go there. And be just like all those awesome, brave New Yorkers - strong enough to live through anything!
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  1. cydney
    When I first joined internet websites and chatrooms & investigated and explored different lifestyles, like Bdsm, my nickname was goodgurl. I love that nickname. It was so erotic, you know. I had other nicknames like GingerTyme and JasmineAkira (I can never shake my Japanese roots) but being a goodgurl was really a turn on. I wanted to be someone's goodgurl and I was! And I am. :)
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  4. cydney
    Stuck

    No way out.
    Can't find anything new.
    better.
    No way back in.
    No way to win.

    :(
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  5. cydney
    I guess

    I guess it's funny after all
    since it's not real.
    An out of body experience
    watching myself reviled, murdered,
    buried, and the funeral march
    is a happy dance.

    o_O
  6. cydney
    There are times I feel like I might be having too much fun, or talking too much, or taking up too much room (there's only ONE of me (rite now), sheesh) on this website, then I remember the person who has about 100 different accounts & speaks up incessantly. Who does she think she's fooling? I guess she's a she. Who the hell knows. All I know is she tries to dominate the whole scene with her insane jealous drivels. Does it piss me off & get on my nerves? Damn right.

    Then I remember there are couple of good guys who still like me and still like to hear from me, even tho I'm not the greatest writer in the world and even if they do love a couple dozen other women, they DO still like me. They miss me when I'm not around.

    That means the world to me.

    Doesn't take much to make me happy these days. :)
  7. cydney
    Sex

    Why can't we just talk about sex?
    Everyone loves sex.
    If we just talked and wrote about sex
    everyone would be happy.

    :)
  8. cydney
    Dirty

    I could get so down & dirty
    it would make hard-flat-line
    but do I get a f*ckin' chance?
    OH NO.

    :)
  9. cydney
    Sorry I had to go
    but I had to sneeze!
    You know,
    a good sneeze
    is like a good orgasm.
    OH MY God, it's good!

    :)
  10. cydney
    Maybe you don't know me at all

    You think I'm all about romance & sex & winning & conquest.
    I'm not! I want to comfort the hurting too!
    I don't care if you think it's schmaltzy, worn out, or cliché .
    I was born for love and comfort.
  11. cydney
    (honesty)

    I'm so sorry

    I'm so sorry -
    I know you can't love me
    like I want you to.
    But it just feels so much better
    to believe that you do.

    :)
  12. cydney
    By your side

    For better or worse
    Richer or poorer
    (mostly poorer)
    but can we limit this bullshit
    to the internet?

    ;)
  13. cydney
    Stuff I don't understand

    I use the internet for pleasure, for an escape, for laughter, for relaxation, for fun. I get serious sometimes but then I put myself in the right perspective & I'm ok. It's all temporal right? Changes like the seconds on a stop watch.

    Something like
    you fucked her yesterday
    can't you fuck me today?
  14. cydney
    I dreamed I was in college dressed in red sitting in an amphitheater with two boys on either side whispering in my ear. I felt young and beautiful. :) Oh, and somehow all my files had been magically transferred from my laptop to my surface pro. Now, THAT was cool.

    ***

    I want to write about how angry I am because you didn't stop what hurt me so much. You encouraged it and kissed it along. Now I feel hopeless because no matter what I do to change my feelings that negativity is right there bombarding me with selfishness and mean thoughts. I want to but I won't because I've written about it so many times. Hopelessness is stuck in hopelessness, it seems like.

    ***

    An earlier thought about role play:

    Dorothy would love to participate in erotic role play with a wizard or two but she knows as soon as she tries the wicked witch of the east will swoop down with her attempts to ridicule and humiliate.

    Hopeless and never given the chance to try new things.

    How can I ever fit in?
  15. cydney
    ok so I'm on my third drink, my lips are still numb & I'm hungry. what do I do now? eat & bite my lips off? :(

    I was gonna say somethin' else about dreams but I forgot.

    oh yeah, so where are you? 3rd fourth fifth (of whisky) 6ith as in is it Halloween yet?

    :brb:as in now :) I need to attend to my surface pro & you tube

    & oh yeah
    my phone keeps ringing (0r vibrating) & I keep not answering cuz I'm afraid it's my boss & then she'd know I drink whisky! :superconfused:

    so if that's you, just give it up, sweety! :love:
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