First, of all Caprica: gay character Razor: gay character; If they again for stupido reasons of idiocy make it a hetero lesbo fantasy or the opposite shock value of 2 men getting it on; I'm gonna start slapping heads and not stop until someone cries "Uncle" amd we all know whose gonna do that.

 

I know " no time for true character/plot development? Let's just use stereotypes conjured up when thinking of the fringe groups of our society; " when discussed by the average white middle-aged A/S male whose probably safely married and thus bored 'cause they spent their early life getting the good life and now they have it don't want to screw it up yet won't take the risks to further their personal growth nor add excitement.

 

If you want to make characters; make them unique; go out on a limb, stop making the same people with different names.

 

Now, for the dream.... I dreamed I was being slightly courted by a very rich man; older but distinguished. We were somewhere near where i lived; he was in real estate and he wanted me to meet his son but he didn't tell me that. I came in his office may be to look for a place and all of a sudden he wanted me to say hello to his son at camp through a video link and at camp they were bowling and he was telling me about camp, and his strike count.

 

I was a little breathless 'cause i didn't know this guy (the real estate father) was that serious about me like it was a swirling mystery but to me his interest and intent was as clear as the red of his banker's tie standing out against his white shirt and his perfectly polished black shoes. He tried, unsuccessfully, to muddy waters, keep this misty and spontaneous. I just shook my head and dimpled at him; "Nice try, " I told him after the monitor went blank "but don't do that again; if you are interested say so; and don't bring a child in BEFORE we are both ready."

 

He looked sheepish but I smiled at him and said; "I'll call you later."

 

The next part is the best. I got on a bus and the child was across from me and with another dimpled smile : I began spinning the world at will; like on the edge of a whirlpool or the mix of Oz's cyclone. I did not sink into the middle but kept spinning counterclockwise in a fixed site above the middle of the "Ahem" Maelstom sort of like that. The dhild sat across from me, looking frightened as we spun opposite each other like a centrifuge so i stopped the spinning with a breath and a nod. He relaxed.

 

But as i took another breath and smile the counter clockwise spinning began at my will began again; and the child closed his eyes at first and then opened them and looked at me; I slowed the spinning slightly by letting in and out slower breaths and till me wound to a stop like the end of the Alice's tea cup ride at Disneyland.

I winked; he smiled; his fear gone and wonder and excitement now in his eyes. In mine, a look of mischief replaced by tenderness and indulgence as well as a poised ear for the "question time" to come.

 

The I woke up.

 

The spinning in the dream was so real to me; it was if i was awake and spinning in a large centrifuge; and more satisfying then the man or his son's interest in me.

 

That is all now.

 

BTW, this boy is the same boy as before, dark hair falling over blue eyes, the same boy in a dream about ripping throgh a rubbled city looking at a catalog about trains.

 

The boy was my son, though I am childless and will not bear a child.... this child has features like my ex though the man who is his father I've never seen before in the real or dreamed worlds. I am passing knowledge to my dream son and he listens eagerly  and ready to pounce with questions not unlike a child who listens at knee to a tale of derring do that "happened" to a beloved parent/adult.

 

Now I must do my PT exercises. 

 

Dream and record my friends. 

 

 

 

 

 

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