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Blogs > hotdreamer1000 > While I was Dreaming

I don't Like Reggae  

hotdreamer1000 64M
8675 posts
9/28/2016 3:08 pm

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11/28/2016 1:01 pm
I don't Like Reggae

I love it.

Of course my question in the previous post was a rhetorical one in some ways. Perhaps that is why so few people answered it.

Or it may be my blog has lost its cache, whatever that is. Or was. Anyway, as many of you know, I see nothing wrong with being a skank, in fact I have sometimes wished I could be one. Or at least be with one, ha haaaa.

But that isn't what I was going to write about. I seem to be suffering from wild enthusiasm swings lately. There is no pattern and seemingly no reason for it. One day I am all fired up and mad keen to get things done, change my life, earn lots of money, paint the house, write a book, go on a six week fishing trip, buy a new car. And then the next I am like oh bloody hell I can't be arsed I'm just going to veg out in front of the TV like Richard Gere and Julia Roberts. Only without Julia Roberts of course.

Maybe if I had Julia Roberts kicking around with her massive wide grin and hypnotic eye contact I would feel more enthusiastic. I really like her character in Notting Hill.

One thing I hate is the way I quite quickly forget things which have happened. Yes, I have some very deep memories of things which really affected me, but generally speaking I have a memory span of about two years, back before that most things are a bit of a blur really. This has been the way all my life. I first remember noticing it when I was about eighteen. (okay smart arse, yes, I can remember that. )

But it means that old, life-long friends are incredibly important to me, because they remember things. Although I have to be careful not to get too sentimental with them, because many of my friends are the quiet undemonstrative types. I play the part of the emotional one. Which with good friends seems to be fine with them, but still I have to be careful not to overdo it or all but the very few who really understand me can find it a bit too intense. Or too long winded, a bit like this post.

But sometimes someone will say something like, "remember when we went to see that band in Southampton and the singer fell off the stage and broke his arm?" and I say, "no, when was that?" And they say "you must remember Dreamer, it was in the middle of a cover version of "Nellie the Elephant" by the Toy Dolls and you jumped up on stage and finished the chorus for him." And I say, "No? Really? Are you sure that wasn't somebody else?" But then a dim memory surfaces and I suddenly go "OH YES! I remember: Gibbo Adams got so plastered he threw up in the bass bins and the whole PA shorted out" And then we all have a good laugh about the good old days. The head of the herd was calling, far far away, they met one night in the silver light on the road to Mandalay.

I was driving on a wild mountain road on the way back from the far end of nowhere I had ever been before in the north west of Scotland a week or so ago, and I drove past a pretty roadside loch with a beautifully evocative stand of pine trees on an island just off the shore and I suddenly thought, "I have been here before. On my own. When the hell can that have been?" It was like deja vu, only I knew I had definitely been there before, and I suddenly remembered I had taken a photograph, and when I got home I looked out the photograph, and it is definitely the same place, but I have absolutely no idea when or why I had driven down that road. It has gone forever. When there are important things or moments which I don't remember well, this upsets me. Although I have got used to living with it.

I find listening to HeyKelsey makes me feel nostalgic for the time when she first wrote "The Boy I love" even though I didn't even know about her songs and videos back then, and it is as if I have forgotten something, and the song reminds me, but that can't be true because I am sure I only first discovered her a couple of years ago. Everything looks perfect from far away.

I don't know why I am writing this. It all seems connected somehow, but I can't remember why.

I hope you are reading this Violette, it was pure mental free flow and I learnt it all from you, you gorgeous wanna be skank.

marysia4u 68F
15417 posts
9/28/2016 9:43 pm

 Shame you didn't post the photo. Scotland is on my bucket list.

Not only to see all those men in kilts.... but I love the accent, even though I sometimes have trouble understanding what they say.


hotdreamer1000 64M
12409 posts
9/30/2016 2:50 am
    Quoting  :
Ha haaa! Thanks Wildfire, I love it. I was going to say I had missed you! Write something sexy on your blog for me...?


zandigal 59F
13016 posts
10/12/2016 3:06 pm

 this almost sounded like a Zandi post. I hope all is wonderful, Dreemy. Been wondering how you've been.
Respond to every call that excites Your Spirit
~Rumi

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hotdreamer1000 64M
12409 posts
10/13/2016 9:08 am
    Quoting  :
I definitely did not have sperm withdrawn, anally or otherwise. I don't actually think you can have sperm anally withdrawn can you? Please don't answer that. There's another thing I'm going to have to remember not to look up!


hotdreamer1000 64M
12409 posts
10/13/2016 9:09 am
    Quoting marysia4u:
    Shame you didn't post the photo. Scotland is on my bucket list.

    Not only to see all those men in kilts.... but I love the accent, even though I sometimes have trouble understanding what they say.

I'm the same with Californians.

I should have posted the photo. I forget that you can as I so rarely do.


hotdreamer1000 64M
12409 posts
10/17/2016 2:51 pm
    Quoting zandigal:
    this almost sounded like a Zandi post. I hope all is wonderful, Dreemy. Been wondering how you've been.
About the same as usual really.


Violette001 51F
4619 posts
11/19/2016 11:22 am

 ROFL

Just a few moments before i came to your last sentence, i was thinking to myself... "Dreamer is starting to write like me, and i'm so flattered!" And who wouldn't want to be a skank?! lol

oh, and i can totally relate to those faded memories too. It's gotten so i can't tell which of the stories in my head are real, which were dreams and which were made up fantasies. Ok... i k now which ones the fantasies are. they're the ones, that aren't real... like meeting a soldier who has no one else to come home to, and we become friends, and then we become super close friends and the friendship keeps deepening till the end of our lives, when we find out we've been wannabe skanks all along and are totally thrilled about that. Yeah, that never happened. probably because i'm not at the end of my life yet.

and letting your mind flow is a totally freeing feeling isn't it?! oh, i also found out another thing that i do. My daughter had asked me a long time ago about why adoption is so expensive, and i told her whatever i knew at the time. Some weeks ago, i read another adoption story that had another bit of info i thought could be added to the previous discussion and i told her out of the blue: "and also... the other thing that complicates adoptions is..." She listened with interest and then said to me with great amusement: ok... but why did you start off with 'and also'... our last conversation about adoption was weeks ago... So we laughed about it together, and i pointed out that she was able to continue the conversation herself, without missing a beat.

so, sometimes i remember things. lol
"Do not put the key to your happiness in someone else's pocket"
--Author Unknown


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