The Man With The Wooden Teeth

It has been a long time since I’ve posted a dream. I am shocked to say that I haven’t been dreaming as often as I normally do. Every so often a strange dream will happen but it is short and not worth posting. I went to bed early last night. Not sure why I did. I normally stay up late and find something to do to entertain me. Be it booze, television  or maybe a movie. But that didn’t happen. I took to my bed about six in the evening and within 10 minutes, I was out. I was out and in dreamland. Below is the dream I had. It was the first thing I did when I woke up around 9:30 that same night. Don’t worry. I went back to bed. Slept like a baby. Twas nice. Enough of me rambling. Go ahead and read the dream and like always, I will visit dreammoods for the meaning behind it.

The Worst Smells Imaginable

There are certain smells that I just do not like. We all find things repulsive. I am not talking about normal things, like rotting food or sewage. I am speaking of the normal things that others find okay and aren’t turned off by them. I want to talk to you about some certain smells that get me ill, things that make me quickly cover my nose and run away like it’s toxic fumes. These are smells that will make me gag and turn my nose to its’ pungent smell. They are just horrible. Maybe you’re okay with them but I am not. I’d rather smell the residue in a gas station bathroom left behind by some frat boy’s ruined anus after a long night of drinking and taco bell than smell the things I am about to list. Wallowing in your farts is bliss compared to the aroma of these following things…

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Five Dollars is Five Dollars.

When you’re a kid, money is important. A shiny quarter is like a million bucks to you. I am going to tell you a story about money. It takes place decades ago. I don’t know the exact year but I am going to think it took place in probably 1990. It is a story about money, family, and failing to hold up to a promise. I should probably pay up and accept the fact but I am stubborn and will not fold.

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I Have Terrible Luck With Skiing.

I am not a skier. I have never been. I don’t have an interest in it and never will. I had two separate times when I went skiing and both times they ended in terrible tragedies. Okay, so it wasn’t tragic. If you read on, you will realize that I have a terrible relationship when it comes to putting on skies and going down a hill. I am not a sporting person. I prefer to run but I have been lacking in that department. I would play football with friends that was probably the greatest time I ever had playing football. I am not going to say skiing is a sport. It is a leisure activity but if you were to ask someone who takes skiing as a career, they will argue with me and say, yes, skiing is a sport. Skiing is a sport just like Nascar is a sport. I am rambling on because I want to lengthen this introduction to more than just a few sentences. Keep reading and you will understand why I don’t ski and why I have terrible luck with it.

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Coming Out….

This is something I have struggled with. I need to come to terms with who I really am. I cannot keep living a lie and pretend to be someone I am not. I need to be happy with myself and to keep living a lie, I will never accomplish that. I cannot pretend to be someone I am not. Be true with yourself and you’ll find that things will improve, you will be happy and never feel like you’re carrying a burden anymore. I just fear that telling you this, you will stop talking to me and chastise me for lying and hiding this from you all the years you’ve known me…

We all have secrets. I have kept this one all my adult life. I’ve known this for many years. I found out when I was in high school. I just never told anyone because I knew they would hate me and my family, my mother mainly, would disapprove, and disown me. I don’t know if telling you this will make you think of me otherwise. Will you hate me? Will you stop talking to me? I don’t know. I don’t think it changes me the slightest. I am still the same person, just with different views and a different lifestyle. I don’t want to be exiled or treated differently because of it. I want you to still like me for me and not judge me for the person I am. It isn’t something I chose, it’s something I was born with. Is it nature versus nurture? I don’t know but what I do know is, this is who I am. While my decision to come out with this will be a shock to some and to others, it was expected, but either way, I am still the same person you always knew. I am sorry if I led you on and sorry to those I hurt along the way. I cannot keep this in any longer. I need to come clean and tell you the person I really am. It is time I came out…

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