Still Unfair

People that know me know that I tend to have very vivid dreams. For the most part these dreams tend to be somewhat disturbing (which ends up translating to really well-run horror games, but that's another story entirely). Then there's the boring ones, no worries. Here's what pisses me off, though: my brain is apparently incapable of having dreams of a sexual nature. Actually, that's not completely true. I do have them, but I never get to actually DO anything in them. Something always stops me, or interrupts things, or what-have-you. Let me tell you, waking up from a dream like that is damn near as bad as coitus interruptus; your brain is just getting into things and then the rug is pulled out from under you. Now, Dianna, she doesn't have that problem, quite the opposite. I guess she's doing enough for both of us. ;)

I suppose there's a good side to it all: I don't even cheat in my dreams! But, damn, when the dream gets you into that position and then whips it away...well, hell, that's just not right.