Dreams on Loan

5.7 Million

It’s 8:15 a.m., Sunday morning and I am typing, trying to express what I saw/felt in my dreams.  The first thing I dreamt was that I opened one of my Student Loan notes for payment to learn, with interest and penalties, I owed 5.7 million dollars and they wanted a payment of $30,000 +/- so I sent them a check for $25 in a money order.  I dropped a stamp then sent it off in the mail.

I went to sleep around 2:00 a.m., the last thing on my mind being a portrait of Joan Crawford after seeing the special, “Secrets of the Will”, and seeing what happened to her family.  Super sad & creepy too.

My first dream was about someone I miss/missed a great deal.  She was reentering my life (which is in the realm of TOTAL fiction) even though several years have passed.  She told me she wasn’t leaving her home but she’d meet me in the middle of both our places.  She had actually come to my home and visited my family, who all took to her quite easily, liking her immediately.  We kept finding ourselves outdoors, surrounded by large trees and open woods.  I found myself kissing her again, holding her, amazed she hadn’t aged, changed or differed in any way since the last time I laid eyes on her gorgeous figure.

                The next thing that I remember is being in a shelter/gym/mall situation with a group of kids/teens due to some occurrence for us to congregate.  Maybe I was a leader, I don’t remember, but everyone was dressed for summer: shorts, t-shirts, flip-flops, bikini tops and the like.  I didn’t question it nor do I remember anyone eating anything but that’s what was going on at that moment.  Now that night I was sleeping in my mattress, when a busty brunette with big hair came onto the edge, wearing a t-shirt, shaking me gently, whispering, “Can I stay here?” 

                She reminded me of Vanessa Del Rio and Lisa Ann in the same breath with a hint of color on her skin, but not as old.  She was in her early 30’s when I first saw her in action so this was a younger woman/version of her.  (In fact, she kinda looked like this young internet model.)

                “Sure”, I mumbled, and turned my back to her.  We were ass to ass, and I was trying to give her space so she could relax.  Suddenly, a hand came to my shoulder, and I heard, “That’s not what I meant.”  

So I turned over, and she had her back to me.  I spooned her, placing one hand over her stomach, stroking it and feeling her belly through her t-shirt.  She wiggled, and then moved closer, keeping me pressed tight to her body.  I kissed the back of her neck, and she rolled over, one knee atop the other, smiling at me in the darkness.  I looked down at her, and she smiled back.  I felt my body moving closer, my waist working to spread her thighs, kissing her chin and her eyes fluttered.  She whispered, “That’s what I meant.”

                “Really?”  I could feel my cock slipping between her cheeks, then up along her thigh and slowly into the sweet spot that made her eyes flutter again, her smile widen and her breast start heaving as she let her t-shirt ride up, baring the perfect hard nipples to me, which disappeared into darkness as I fell face-down to lick/suck them.  (And anyone who knows me knows I am a breast man.)

               

                I awoke briefly to barking dogs, as there has been a goat loose nearby and it’s neck-bell makes a clanging sound, so I rose, opened the door to my shanty and let them loose, allowing them to bark all they pleased.  Before I slipped and arose to release the dogs, I thought she said, “You won’t let anyone else cum in me will you?” 

I don’t know why but for some reason … maybe it’s my hidden perversions but I felt it was something akin to maybe a bisexual reference or an orgy idea/ideal/condom use.  Totally unsure but something I registered in my head.  Either way she was smiling and that was enough for me.

I finally arose around 8:00 a.m. and have been sitting here ever since, editing, rewriting, sipping coffee, feeding dogs, occasionally looking for internet porn and checking e-mails.  I can’t say dreams mean nothing, and I can’t honestly say I can translate them as they’re personal to our own fears and desires, emotions and failings.  Failure is someone I am familiar with like my own Shadow; in fact, I think he is a Shadow, a sense of all I could be or all I could have been, and am still trying to capture even at this age, at this time.

It’s 11:30 p.m. and I have work in the morning.  I’ve got to steam my slacks and a shirt, polish my shoes and make sure I shave and have my morning coffee.  I am supposed to do the announcements in the morning, as I am taking the place of the student council sponsor who also teaches Algebra and Geometry at the middle school I’ll be at in the morning.

Happy Christmas

Hello dear readers. 

No I have not died or dropped off the face of the earth, been hospitalized or become born-again.  Nothing so severe.  I am just busy substitute teaching; and teachers are grabbing every possible day they can, knowing they can leave me in charge to care for their classes, kids, technology and personal effects.  I can run GradeBook, GradeSpeed, RSCCC, (which some districts STILL use) and can keep tabs on the kids without falling apart as a teacher.

Now as an artist, I am trying to do a few new things.  My personal life isn’t as much fun as it’s been in the past and I am just hoping to see a few dreams/attempts happen before I settle into mediocrity.

I have been fighting that for years.

I know I’ll never surrender but I don’t want to be like “The Kid’s” dad in Purple Rain.  I don’t want my children or friends to find a cache of unmet or unfulfilled dreams.

Holiday break starts soon.  Some of you can expect something every cool.  Other I may make an offer for something interesting to your postal mail.

Thanks for listening.

Much love,

Afare24get

Happy Halloween 2011

Happy Halloween gang.

Thank you for all the wonderful notes, comments and heartfelt offers of joy and understand.  They're all appreciated.

Next test in January 2012 so obviously the world's not coming to an end.

Take care.

~j~

  Now why aren't they coming to ring my doorbell for a treat?
;-)

Certification Results

I failed ... again.

Amazing Story - Gotta Read

ERCIS, Turkey (Reuters) - A fiance's love saved 25-year-old teacher Gul Karacoban from being left to die under the rubble of a restaurant she was eating at when a deadly earthquake struck eastern Turkey.

Brought out alive on Monday along with two colleagues, after 18 hours pinned under a mound of concrete and masonry, she was stretchered into an ambulance while paramedics assured her desperate fiance she would be alright.

"All I want is for her to live, I don't care if she injured or not. It doesn't matter, I just want her alive," air force Lieutenant Onur Eryasar told a Reuters photographer before climbing into the ambulance.

When the quake struck, Eryasar rushed from his base in Van to the town of Ercis some 100 km (60 miles) away to find Karacoban, and by talking with her friends and colleagues he learnt where she had gone to lunch.

Finding the restaurant in the dark, he shouted out her name. Hearing the voices of other people trapped in the collapsed building he persuaded one of the rescue teams to begin digging.

By late Monday morning his perseverance was rewarded as the young woman was carried out, alive and conscious.

At least 239 people died in Sunday's 7.2 magnitude earthquake that struck the cities of Van and Ercis, but hundreds more were feared dead and trapped beneath collapsed buildings.

Elsewhere in Ercis, a town of 100,000, a rescue worker stepped carefully down the heap of dust and rubble that had once been an internet cafe, cradling a tiny boy of maybe three years old.

His neck protected by a brace, the boy was crying as he was carried in his rescuer's arms to a waiting ambulance.

Another man emerged stunned, looking round in disbelief as he sat on the debris that he'd been buried under overnight in the bitter cold. Assisted down to the road, he stumbled away into the crowd.

A Reuters photographer saw a woman and her daughter being freed from beneath a concrete slab in the wreckage of a building that had once been six stories tall.

"I'm here, I'm here," the woman, named Fidan, called out in a hoarse voice. Talking to her regularly while working for more than two hours to find a way through, the rescuers cut through the slab, first sighting the daughter's foot, before finally freeing them.

They were alive, but their bodies were badly swollen. Four dead bodies were pulled from the same building.

Distraught relatives continued their vigil in quake-stricken towns and villages.

"SHE WAS ALIVE... SHE'S WEARING RED PAJAMAS"

In Van, the provincial capital of 1 million people on the shores of Turkey's largest lake, fewer buildings collapsed.

But the quake destroyed a seven-story apartment block, home to around 40 families.

"Our grief is huge. My uncle's wife and her children are under the rubble," said one woman watching heavy lifting machinery trying to remove the slabs of fallen concrete.

"All our houses are damaged. We are staying in the youth sports center," she said, before breaking down in tears.

Another woman told Reuters her aunt and little cousin were buried somewhere in a concertina of concrete slabs. At another site a mother said her 24-year-old son, a veterinarian student, was also missing under the rubble.

Emergency workers from half a dozen rescue teams worked frantically to clear debris from a collapsed four-storey building that had housed eight apartments, fearful rising smoke meant there was a fire burning somewhere down below.

Nobody, either dead or alive, had been brought out of the wrecked building so far, though one woman told a rescue worker she had spoken to a friend, Hatice Hasimoglu, on her mobile phone six hours after the quake and she was trapped inside.

The 24-year-old pre-school teacher had been living on the first floor of the building.

"She called me to say that she's alive and she's stuck in the rubble near the stairs of the building," said her friend, a fellow teacher. "She told me she was wearing red pajamas," she said, standing with relatives begging the rescue workers to hurry.

(Additional reporting by Omer Berberoglu and Osman Orsal in ERCIS and Seda Sezer in VAN; Writing by Simon Cameron-Moore; Edited by Richard Meares)

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Rolling in the Deep

Lyrics | Adele lyrics - Rolling In The Deep lyrics

 

Don't worry dear readers ... still moving. Went to court today & I had to update my DL but what's a $160, right? ~lol~

My battery was $100 but that's okay 'cause at least I can keep driving & working.

Honestly, things could always be worse, so I shall keep smiling & move forward and make my best efforts in teaching and becoming an artist.

Night everyone.

Take care ... keep smiling.


http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/a/adele/rolling_in_the_deep.html

Update - Be Water

I don't know if I am confident.  Maybe a lack of success keeps me from saying, like Ali, "I AM the Greatest!"  But I can't worry.  That day will come one day soon.

My battery died, and I need to take my dog to the vet's, so everything is rescheduled and I am going to borrow a truck from a family member to take care of this before diving into getting a new battery.

That's it.


Glad to see my friends writing, posting pictures, or looking at new lives with new smiles.

Take care everyone.  I'll keep you all posted on my certification test.

"Be Like Water" Bruce Lee by ~BenjiMC on deviantART

Someone else did the art but I thought it fit nicely in with this moment. No panic, no crying, no freaking out, just flowing.