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Fermius Firefly

A Dream Log, whenever I remember the dreams I've had.

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Fermius is a pen name drawn from a series of short fiction I wrote when I published the small press magazine Stellanova (on paper.) I play RPG games to escape from my daily grind as a technology wage slave for the state of California. I eat out a lot in order to do my part in supporting our increasingly service level economy. I am butler to 2 feline masters. If you ask them they will tell you I'm not very good at it, late with dinner, don't have enough hands with brushes in them, and sometimes I even lock them out of their office.

Sunday, April 16, 2006

Dream Hotel with Three Women, Work


      Almost all of my dreams this morning were downright pornographic. It was a good morning. In the most memorable, I found I was in a hotel, watching the TV, when it suddenly flipped over to an adult entertainment channel. At least, that's what I thought. I then realized it was a playback of the previous night's activities. I had picked up a group of three friends, all brunettes, and had taken them back to the room in turns. Turned out that their room was adjoining mine. As I was watching the video I was simultaneously remembering the encounters.
      One woman had stayed with me the whole time, even staying to watch while I had sex with her two friends. She then joined for a threesome with the older blue-eyed curly haired woman with paper white skin and even one foursome, adding the hazel-eyed woman with short straight hair and an amazing all over tan, The woman woke up and enticed me into one more encounter, saying "you haven't tried this yet." I was amazed that I had anything left in me. I did, and soon it was in her.
      During our morning romp the video showed what had happened next door; the remaining two women had picked up another guy and taken turns with him ending the evening in another threesome. "Darn, we missed it," my partner said as the sun started peeking through the curtains. I wasn't too sad about missing it, after all I'd had her, I let her know that.
      I definitely got the best looking one of the bunch, she was even better looking in the light, pale skin with a slight tan, small perky breasts and smooth skin on nicely flared hips, full kissable lips with dark brown almost black eyes that made it difficult to see where the pupil and the iris transitioned. Auburn tones in dark wavy hair, just past shoulder length and cut smoothly up to fairly short bangs that framed her sweet oval face. There may have been a hint of Asian around the eyes.
      As I was adoring her in the light, I noticed a little face outside the window. He or she, I couldn't tell was trying to peek in through the less than an inch wide opening in the under drapes. My companion snuggled down on top of me and pulled the covers over us. We didn't allow this to interrupt our encounter. being under the covers intensified the scent of our encounter.
      The manager came knocking on the door a little while later. I headed him off by saying I wanted to complain that he had someone running around the hall peeking in to the rooms. I showed him the "letter of complaint," I was drafting on the "tell us about your visit" form. He looked at the way the curtains didn't quite come together and stay together, and grumbled and left.

      The only non-wet dream was me sitting at my desk at work, I'd been there for several hours, not moving, just working on the phone with people. My boss kept wandering through looking like he was looking for something that he couldn't find, or trying to talk to me, to tell me something. On the fourth or fifth visit I asked my caller to hold, and asked him if I could help him find something, or answer a question. Turns out he wanted to move me over to the Adult Ed office to switch places with the tech who was over there.
      Medical reasons. M was diagnosed with severe arthritis and they could no longer keep him in a position where he had to move around so much. (My condition makes no difference whether I am moving around or not.) So, because he hadn't re-written the job title and description yet, we, on paper, have the same job. The union insisted on the move. I wasn't really upset about it, and indicated that I could still take calls if the rollover lines rang at the remote office. It wouldn't make any difference to the caller if I wasn't at the district office. The only thing would be my inability to walk into the "pit" and get an Engineer or System Analyst right away. Most of the time that's more of a rights issue than a knowledge issue, however.
      My boss agreed, then indicated that we might want to have an LA-SA combination at the remote site, perhaps he could get my access increased and then, in six months, do a desk audit to give me half a promotion. (Now, I was thinking "this is a bribe to get me to go over there." I would have went anyway, as the job would be much the same, only with more face to face interaction, and more time to play with the actual hardware. The commute would be a little bit shorter. Not really a bad deal as far as I could tell.) It was good to offer, I think I would actually be more effective with more access. I would also get to use the SQL knowledge I'd been learning. I know, of course, that I will go where ever I'm sent and not really have any choice about it, other than to resign. I'm several years from the point where I could retire.

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