Hello,

Here it is Monday... Woo Woo...

Okay 30 minute free flow...

First off, I want to write about my DREAM that I had last night... Wierd is an understatement.

It was wayyyyyyyyyyyyy back in the day. So I would say like 1985? 1986? I am young then (less than 20) and I am meeting my "cousin" Mark.

Why the word "cousin" is in " " is because he is not really my cousin, he has been given that as an Honorary Title as his family and my family grew up together. Actually at the age of 5, I decided that he was the Man for me. I chased him everywhere LITERALLY.

The most famous chase was around the water fountain that they had in their yard/at the cottage. Bright red it was. With jagged cement around it, circular. With an old lil' cottage right behind it. In which Mark would run into and slam the door and I would peacefully sit at the water fountain, content that I had "kind of" caught my man.

I could hear him stomping around inside and every now and then he would peer out the curtains, to see if I was still there. Of course I was, he was my beloved and he was caught.

Kind of.

But that was not my dream. That is the background.

Btw., this dream never occurred, as we grew up in the Prairies. No Ocean to speak of. Hah.

I was walking down a dock towards a boat - large sailboat that you could live on. With all the bells and whistles. As I reached the boat, Mark climbed out from below and I smiled at him.

"Hi Handsome!"

He smiled at me, and walked towards me with his arms wide open, for a hug. I quickly hugged him and did the Hollywood kiss-kiss.

I jumped onto his boat and followed him down below, where he had an extravagant lunch prepared, with glasses of white wine. I giggled and said, "What is the occasion?"

Then I noticed a large bottle of champagne, in the kitchen sink, with ice. "Okay, what IS the occasion, REALLY?"

He laughed, "We are going to have sex."

I started laughing, "Me? With you? Your days of gay-dom are over? My bodacious ta-ta's finally ring your bell? And why now?"

"I've been curious, about girls, never have been with one, I am 22 and I thought of you."

"Oh, THANKS! Me a curiousity! Wow, I feel so damn sexy. Yep, wine and champagne definitely needed! For this Seduction."

"I thought you wanted me, forever and ever, amen."

"I wanted you to woo me, chase me FOR A CHANGE HAH. Be My Prince. Not this, arrive on your boat, wine and a proposal."

I sipped some wine, giggled some, and thought it over, as I sat down to the lunch he prepared.

After lunch, of lobster! Lobster mess, me. I said, "Okay. Sucker for punishment I am."

We crawled into the captain's quarters - front of the boat and I opened the small galley window. And got the giggles. "I need more wine, this is insane. Crawling in bed with a self-professed gay man."

I crawled out of the bed and basically brought the whole champagne bottle. In the time of my grabbing the bottle, Mark became naked.

I laughed. "Of course you are blessed in that department, being gay and all. I hate you, you know that?"

I sipped the champagne, straight from the bottle, spilling some onto the bed, and Mark's right thigh, not covered by the comforter. He brushed my hair, out of my eyes, "My lil' lady, drinking straight from the bottle."

"Yeah, me lady enough to crawl into bed with you." Hahahahaha.

He began to get hard, and I said with a giggle, "Here, let me help you with that."

I promptly poured some champagne right over his hardness. He jumped and said, "Now I hate you."

"Ahhhh, it looked like it needed a shower. Tastes better champagne flavoured." Then I took him into my mouth, alternating drinking the champagne.

He mumbled, after awhile, "Hmmmmmmmmmmm, feels the same, except your lips are softer."

I giggled, "Girls bite it off, do men?"

"Somehow, I believe you could."

I sat up and drank some champagne, "Wow is the room spinning? Or - ?"

"We are on a boat, silly girl, of course it's moving. But perhaps you should slow down on the champagne." He removed it from my grasp.

As his attention was diverted, I climbed ontop of him.

He quickly looked up at me, "Wow! That CERTAINLY feels MUCH different! Ohhhhhhhhhh, so warm, moist and hot."

"Yes, hot for you, I have always been. And what does it get me? A drunken roll in the comforter."

I moved my hips slowly, "But you are mine, right now and I soooooo enjoy it right now."

"Surprisingly, so do I? Perhaps I am bi?"

I rolled over onto my back and said, "Shuddup and fuck me then, my bi-man."

He was quick to comply.

The end of the dream.

Hah. Mark, the love of my life, at 5. Gay at 18. This sexual encounter never occurred. So I do not know of the man is endowed or not. I've bugged him thru out the years, with email and all, to send me a full frontal nudity but nope. BASTARD.

HAHAHAHA But I love him still. How the hell he gets into my dreams, after all of this time? I don't know. He is damn cute tho. All true blue gay men are.

Interpretation of this dream? I am wondering if Jeff is gay. I want to sleep with him, and Mark was my first encounter of a gay man, that I wanted, wanted, wanted and BADLY. I think the interpretation is that simple.