Friday night I completely forgot to write about the end of my day. As I left work I had my usual view of the mountains. The sun was already behind them and the clouds were full of golden orange light. I had to stop at the top of the stairs to take in the scene. It's been snowy in Colorado Springs and the mountains have been covered for some time. What caught my attention was the snow in the foothills. The light was on the snow between the pines in the foothills. My camera didn't have any power plus I'm sure it probably wouldn't pick up the subtleties. Yet again it's one of those "You hadda be there" situations.
Colorado is beautiful.
Apparently the guy doesn't know one is more likely to be killed by lightning than a terrorist attack. People put their lives in jeopardy every day driving automobiles and yet nuclear power is considered a major threat. Now he seemed particularly earnest with his diatribe but the fact he was being far more topical than factual made the whole situation more egregious than it needed to be in the first place.
Setting aside, the dream was just about us sitting across from each other and masturbating like crazy. Each time I popped there was a huge arc that'd hit her on the shoulder, the ear, the left tit, you get the idea.
Later in the dream things took a less lighthearted turn. My father had died and all I could hear was my mother crying in the distance. Either she was really nearby or she was loudly sobbing across the country. This was very disturbing and sad and woke me up.
