last night�s dream:

i watch this one, second person, these two european cockney boys that live in a house similar to my parent�s victorian house�but located somewhere in wales.

the boys are brothers, one aged at 23, the other around 26. my old bedroom with the daybed serves as a setting for most of the dream, it serving as the bedroom for the younger of the two boys. these boys sleep together in the same bed every night�the older of them wets the bed, not out of physical medical problems, but because he likes to nap in his urine.

theirs is a loving and brotherly relationship, filled with laughter and good will. the younger brother never leaves the house and therefore every evening before bed the older one tells the younger of his great adventures outside the walls. these are odd boys and quite irresponsible and prone to mischief. although they are older, they still live with their parents and have no discernable income of their own � and pitch in for nothing family wise�nothing to care for in the world but themselves, their adventures and eccentric habits.

the younger boy is obsessed with the guillotine, and one night the older comes home with news that he has set up an appointment with the city executioners� the younger boy will be able to get up close to one, perhaps even touch one!

at this point the dream flashes a sequence of scenes of this boy stroking the guillotine with various parts of his body, licking it, pressing upon it his naked skin, his love�his lust.

the dream ends with the older boy joking about how he should ride the executioners into the house on his motor scooter � an idea guffawed at by both brothers�mother simply would not approve of such behavior.

???

today is TT and i�s 1.75 anniversary. heh. i am not particularly counting, but the 28th of every month stirs me a little, pokes me.

side note:

i wrote that first as every moth stirs me a little, pokes me and i had to smile a little at that one. i imagine them, the moths�i do.

last weekend was my birthday weekend�wonderful.

TT and i dined at the hyeholde� duck and salmon� delicate chocolate mousse and lemon glasse. i had a drink called a black cow (root beer, vanilla ice cream, chocolate liquor/syrup, vodka, whipped cream and a cherry?). akin blackcowcandy akin to a cowtail? i am a citygrrl, i am�i never ate a black cow. *shrug*

an elegant dining experience�yes...but the most amazing part of the evening was the wait for the valet �the stars �moonlight and TT�s soft and sugar low voice in my ear�happy birthday dear lover, happy birthday to you�

this one never sings, nope �but this one sang for me.

i feel as if the most special and important grrlie...that i do.