Woke from some Jean Rollinesque dream me wearing those long see-through sheer pyjama bottoms. Did not get to sleep till after 12. My morning masturbations becoming increasingly weak and insubstantial. Becoming less and less effective as I just repeat myself.
Now I feel cocky and confident again. Powerful and sexy, and want to travel again. But no, I have not forgotten the lessons of this episode. I need to spend more time with mother, stock up a reserve of cash. If the Max is free and I can get a Snap then I will take a Snap journey on September 19 to Brussels but that is it till end of October. Just dreamed I saw —— with others at a railway station, I was thinking “——! ——! come back to me”. Then we all headed through Gate 1 but she disappeared into crowds heading onto platform 3 while I went onto platform 1 and walked to end of train, full of businessmen. Walked back through toilet section and buffet car to look for seat.
Well a totally disturbed sleep today, waking constantly, checking time to see it still early. A sexy dream about office to everyone’s steamy lubricious rising priapic shock determinedly turning towards Brexit, and it felt an Italianate Brexit. Woke with erection, feeling so steamy lubricious. Is this the start of the countdown to my Brussels holiday? So randy now.
7am woke tossing and turning dreaming about living in a small poky basement flat, waiting for —— and — to come back from holiday, and desperately trying to clean the place up before they got back. But all the time I was feeling a sense of shame and misery that I could not be the man —— wanted me to be and deserved, I would always let her down, despite me loving her so much. A sad dream.
Well I slept through to 1457 today. Was dreaming about arriving in Vienna, I was thinking I have arrived like this before or I have dreamed this before, not sure how meta the thought was. I was near head of line of people who had just disembarked from a train or coach or something, and we are now walking across a big square, up a black iron ladder, swinging legs over black rails at top over black iron bridge then down ladder at other side. Woman with baby and I thought again she has not prepared any internet access for herself or her child. Shake my head. Sure I have had this exact dream before, but I wake up and still feel no desire at all to return to Vienna. It is too far, and therefore feels too expensive, and that I have stretched myself too thin. The further from home I travel the more the money worries me and feels harder to justify, more I want to be heading home.
I dreamed of —— again last night; it was lovely to be with her in a dream at least. I can’t remember what happened now, but she was happy & smiling & beautiful & hugging me. Will we really never be together again?