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I think James McAvoy is quite cute, but I always thought he was a bit on the soft side . . . Until I saw Welcome to the Punch on Netflix. The movie opens and he is in pursuit, and in one of the scenes he is running through a corridor with a gun. In that particular scene he is so hot!

So hot in fact that last night I dreamed of him. We were having awesome sex. It was late at night and it was raining, he knocked on my door and said: “It’s pouring, can I come in?” Of course I let him in. Strangely enough I seemed to know him, and his name in my dream was John.

Unfortunately a noise from my upstairs neighbor woke me up!




Soooo, I was watching Bones on Netflix and my mind started wondering. I am not sure why or how but it came to rest upon him.
I tend to fall in love quite easily, I tend to let my imagination fly without restrain and see a future together, see the potential in us. Of course, is always a construct and, on occasion for a short time it can become a reality. But, in the past, until now, until him I would . . . My mind and my heart would wonder and imagine the future life of all that could be. But not with him.

With him I cannot envision a life together, I cannot see the potential that we could have, there are no thoughts of tomorrow or thoughts of a relationship or . . . There are no visions of the future with him. And yet he never leaves me, he never leaves my thoughts.

With him there are only thoughts of sex and conversations,
With him there are only thoughts of his smile and his voice,
With him there are only leaping hearts and flying butterflies.

When I close my eyes I see him smiling and . . . I feel . . .
I feel something I cannot describe, something that makes me smile, something that makes me  . . . different. Different because I don’t want dinner dates together and the possibility of a future, I don’t believe we are meant for each other, I . . . I just want to lay in his arms, maybe not forever but as much as I can and hear his voice softly talking to me.

I just want sex and conversation. Nothing more. But is so strange because I don’t think I love him but I could.

It is strange because is only sex, but more than sex, it’s what I feel.
Confusion, elation, joy, sadness, more confusion, lust, desire, desire to run either to him or away from him, fear, self-consciousness, lust, lust and the irrational desire to be near him.

The X-Files and Clocks

I am watching reruns of the X-Files on Netflix, I have to admit that watching David Duchovny is very compelling reason, but what I noticed (which I had noticed before and forgotten) are the attention to time telling machinery: kitchen clocks, timers, watches, alarm clocks etc. I wonder about the significance or if it could be a little Easter egg thing from the creator.

Dreaming with Lee Ingleby

Lee InglebyI have been watching too much Netflix lately, in fact I’ve been watching too much George Gently. So much so, that for two nights in a row I have been dreaming with actor Lee Ingleby. I can’t say I’m entirely surprise since I have been watching episode after episode non stop until there were no more episodes available. – Yeah, I’m a bit obsessive . . .  And for some weird reason Netflix kept asking me if I was still watching? –

This Netflix overstimulation coupled with the fact that my love life is . . . well, coupled with the fact that my love life is not, resulted in a few steamy dreams with actor Lee Ingleby. Now, I wouldn’t have said or rather I would have said that he was not my type but clearly my subconscious disagrees. On second thought . . . Those blue eyes are like the infinite sea, my Atlantic, to be with him would be to be home.

Of course it was all a dream and nothing more, and a strange one for that. Full of half said whispers and half heard words in the middle of sighs and . . . and . . . the sounds of sex. Now, it would have been more poetic if I had said the sounds of love, but in truth it was a  sex dream in the bathroom floor.

With those blue eyes looking directly at me. Having sex within the infinite force of the Atlantic ocean.