Dreams

I really don't get all hung up in the symbology of dreams the same way alot of people do. All those stupid books in the market out there are just a waste of money. Send me your $20 instead of handing it to some two-bit charlatan sporting a comb-over and more fake charisma than a used-car salesman. But I digress. Like I've mentioned previously I suffer from insomnia - I don't sleep when I close my eyes - I drift in between consciousness, never fully getting the rest I need, since there's alot of shit on my mind and I have to wake up within a few hours anyways. Last night was different. I had the most fucked up, funny in a sick way kinda dream and I dunno how it happened. It can only be work-related stress and that's all I can put it at. So here goes - I dreamt that I'm chilling in some place that resembles a 70's bungalow in Southern California when I get a videotape in the mail. I pop it in the VCR (not DVD player) and see a former girlfriend of mine getting fucked 9 ways from Sunday by 2 dudes. We're talking mega-bukkake action and everything. The tape was sent anonymously and she's really digging the action too. I kinda get this weird disgusting feeling in the pit of my stomach yet at the same time I think it's fucking awesome that she's been reduced to doing underground skin flicks. I'm kicking back, starting to enjoy it all and even begin laughing when a bunch of military assholes in uniform just out of the blue appear and ask me what the hell I am doing watching this thing on a government television. I turn around wondering what the fuck is going on, concerned that I'm going to get some administrative action against me but then I wake up thinking it's time to get up and go to work for real. Instead, it's just 4 am and I don't have to be in to work for at least another 3 hours. So, all you deep-thinking assholes out there can try to interpret what it is this whole thing represents. For me it simply means I'm horny as hell and because my goddamned job is consuming so much of my time, I can't go out and get laid like I want to. Freud and Jung are assholes, and psychology is bullshit. You don't need expensive medication or some asshole sitting in a $5,000 office chair, telling you how you're responsible for both the good and bad in your own life and to just let go of all the baggage you're holding on to when I can tell you the same thing for absolutely free. Easier said than done, but then again the only things worth having in life you have to work for. Now excuse me while I go watch some Asian porn and "relax" a little.