POrn is Boring! Dreams

Porn, after all these years bores me. I guess I take a peek at it becasue of habit....but today, I found my self loking not at the action, but at the settings. They had great antiques in them. The pornographers have good taste. I found myself admiring a large Japanese Imari charger (plate) with scalloped edges and the tradition blue, burnt orange and white bakground. The chair was a blue leather queen an Wing chair. The carpet was a Persian ANtique Heriz, with a center medalian. The Oak QUeen ANn server had a nice silver tea set on it...and a MIRROR, in a gilt frame hung over the server. The fireplace had a nice reproduction painting in a gilded frame over it...Brass andirons and a Stained glass reproduction fire screen.
Now if I only knew who makes porn, I can either sell them or rent them props!!!!!


I have always found dreams facination....from my earliest age.. I can still remember one might mare I had when a mere child...or baby..... It took place behind the apartment house where I lived until I was 4.5 years old. There was a cement wall in the dream, and I didnt know what was on the other side, except I was afraid of a creature that was hiding, or lived behind or below this wall. I had given it a name...which I still remember... The dream I think was recurrent a few times..or at least until we moved to NJ....The dream still fascinates me.
Last night, I had a dream, where I was in some kind of club.. I had a microphone in my hand, like I use in the auction... I started sining a song.....but I knew I was inventing the song as I went along. I also knew that I had "stolen" the first few bars of the music from soe other song...but the rest was written by me. I was really able to hear myself sing n the dream, and I was on key and I thought that I sounded good. But other people said I was lousy.... But I didint care, I didnt belive them...I felt that I was good.
When I awoke, I still remembered how the song went. It was catchy....but because I didnt write it down, it now has evaporated....I alway wonder how we can "hear" music and our own voices in a dream....and how we can actually see the dream...and still "see" it in our imagination later...
Dreams are like a three dimentional chess game.. They have many meanings....I will start to interpret the dream is that even though other people do not agree with my creativity(of various kinds) I still have faith in myself. The words in the song would have been important...but I have forgotten them, unfortunatley. Also the feeling the dreams leave you with is important. It was mostly a plesant dream and I felt good in it..and upon awakening... So even though I am stressed with business , I still consciously and subconscioulsy in good shape.

The next dream I was driving in WEST VIRGINIA. WHY? Who knows. I think I was heding home to NJ. I was driving down the highway......an immense hill...that you cold see from the top...might have been miles long to the bottom. Sort of scary/ I was telling someone that this was ROUTE 70..and in the dream it looked familiar to me, as a road I had taken many times before...but in reality, when awake, I had never seen it before. When we reached the bottom, we wre not longer in the country but in some town. With lots of stores and shopping. I think I was with my sister and we went into one store that was supposedly famous for bargains.... I also sort of "feel" that there was some danger if we walked around the streets... Maybe the "fear of the unknown"