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Blogs > MstrUnvrsGdRkCk2 > The Crucible

I had a dream last night....  

MstrUnvrsGdRkCk2 48M
590 posts
11/27/2012 5:06 pm
I had a dream last night....

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If you, if you could return, don't let it burn, don't let it fade.

I'm sure I'm not being rude, but it's just your attitude,
It's tearing me apart, It's ruining everything.

I swore, I swore I would be true, and honey, so did you.
So why were you holding her hand? Is that the way we stand?
Were you lying all the time? Was it just a game to you?

But I'm in so deep. You know I'm such a fool for you.
You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.
Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,
Do you have to let it linger?
Oh, I thought the world of you.
I thought nothing could go wrong,
But I was wrong. I was wrong.
If you, if you could get by, trying not to lie,
Things wouldn't be so confused and I wouldn't feel so used,
But you always really knew, I just wanna be with you.

But I'm in so deep. You know I'm such a fool for you.
You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.
Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,
Do you have to let it linger?

And I'm in so deep. You know I'm such a fool for you.
You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.
Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,
Do you have to let it linger?

You know I'm such a fool for you.
You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.
Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,
Do you have to let it linger?



I dreamt of my ex wife again last night! Let me explain the significance of this. First of all, I hate my ex wife! Because she married me under false pretexts, and then tried to kill me and profit from my death in the form of an insurance policy. Not only is that morally wrong, I'm pretty sure it's illegal too! LOL! Yes, I went to see a lawyer about it, at the time it was happening, and he told me " there was nothing I could do, because she was still acting within the rule of law. First of all, the rule of law is fucked, and needs to updated to handle anomalous contingencies like a soulless, heartless evil greedy shrew, with mental problems, like my ex wife, but I digress! LOL! I don't intentionally try to dream about my ex, or even think about her when I'm awake. But, ever since our separation from one another, she still pops up in my dreams from time to time. When ever this happens, she pops up in real life in some fashion as well. Usually, I'll hear about something related to her, or someone I know ran into her and will tell me about it. Or I will actually run into her myself somewhere. When ever that happens I do my best to avoid her. I've only once, in the past fifteen years, let her know I was there, or let her be aware of my presence when I saw her. Most times, I'll see her, like at the mall or in a restaurant or something. She usually doesn't notice me at all. As soon as I see her, I quickly remove myself from the area and I never look back as I'm moving away.( For fear I'll turn into a pillar of salt, if I do) LOL! It seems, despite our animosity towards one another, we're both still connected to one another on some existential level, or something. I wish I wasn't, I really don't give a fuck about her. And the day she dies, I don't want to know about it either. But I still have dreams about her, and when I do, that means something relating to her is about to happen. My dreams are significant, and I can prove it. If you scroll down just a few posts, you'll see I wrote about a dream I had about Eddie Van Halen, my personal guitar hero. A few days later, I learned about a medical infirmity he suffered and resulting in him postponing the tour temporarily. I just re-checked the dates and I saw how close it was from the time I had the dream, until I wrote about wishing a get well soon, post. A cynical skeptic would say I knew about it beforehand, and stage my posts that way. I swear I didn't it just happened, just like you see it there. Now as for this dream I had about my ex. It doesn't really mean anything to me, because nothing really happened. In fact it sounds like something that could actually happen. But, what it probably will mean, is that something will transpire and I'll either run into her again, or hear something about her again. Here is the dream:

I was walking around a bookstore with a friend of mine. I'm not sure who it was? I noticed this blonde haired woman, when she turned towards me, I realized it was my ex. She didn't notice me, thankfully! Even in my dreams I don't want to associate with her. I thought it was odd that she had blonde hair. She has naturally dark brown hair, and has never dyed blonde to my knowledge. I watched her for a while and then I saw her go over to some guy, I assumed it was her current husband. He was sitting down, when he stood up, he was very tall. He had very long hair going down his back. I watched the two of them walk away together.

Now, what's significant about this is. I know who her current husband is. He's not tall, he's shorter then me, or about her height, which would be about 5'6 or 5'7. He does wear his hair a little long in the back. I'll explain that, because no one else in the world could ever figure that one out. One of the things my ex loved about me, besides my big cock of course, is my luxurious long flowing, curly hair. She wasn't the only one, most women told me how they wished they had my hair! After we broke up, she still tried retain as many aspects of me that she could. If you're normal, you might be wondering, why she just didn't try to hang onto me, myself, instead of part of my essence? That would make sense, and that's why she wouldn't do that. Like I said, she had mental problems. You had to know her to understand how her irrational thinking made some sort of sense. I understand it, but trying to explain it to other people is always a challenge. Like I told everyone here once, she even used my sir name, and insisted that her students address her by that name, years into her second marriage. It made sense to her I guess? LOL!Anyway, after she remarried. The guy she is with now, was nothing like me. He works in an office and is a respectable person. He also wore his hair short. She made him grow it long in the back, I guess to remind her of me. He doesn't have curly or brown hair either. It's straight and blonde. But, I guess that's as close as she could get to me, with his hair. Unless she makes him wear a wig around the house or something. Hey, I don't put anything past that mental case!
Now, as for why I would even be concerned about an encounter with my ex, or running into her. I'm usually not, because it usually doesn't amount to anything. But, that's not always the case. The strangest and weirdest thing that's ever happened, in respect to running into her in real life was when this happened. I was working for a computer company after I graduated from college this last time around. We got a contract to install the new computers in my ex's school system. I wasn't initially concerned about it, because there are many buildings in her school system. The chances that I would run into her were small. But guess what? You guessed it! I eventually found myself standing right in the middle of her fucking classroom! Fortunately, she wasn't there at the time. We worked after school hours, so I never ran into her. Thank God! But I still found myself standing right in the room she teaches in every day, and she was only there less then an hour before I was. I couldn't believe the irony of this. I said, " God, why do you hate me, and make me stand in the Devil's lyre "?! Not only that, she's the schools art teacher. She did these major art project decorations all around the building. I recognized immediately, because she used to leave this crap all over the house when we were living together. I used to venture out of my man cave, or my studio room in the house where I practiced my guitar. I'd go into the kitchen to get a cookie and then I'd pass through the living room with my axe slung low on my hip munching a cookie. She'd say, "Hey, watch where you step, that's my art project for school "! I'd just peer at it for a moment, then retreat silently back into my cave. That may be one of the reasons we're divorced? LOL! Anyway, I hope I won't get pulled into anything as dramatic as having to be standing in her classroom or house, for God's sake! I don't know how that could possible happen? But then again, I never thought I'd find myself standing in her classroom either. Oh, I don't think she ever knew that it was me, who set up the computers in her fucking class room. Well, that's what's up. I'll let you know if the evil bitch pops up somewhere in real life soon? Let's hope not.


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Well I never drew first, but I drew first blood, I'm the Devil's , call me young gun.


DIVISION77 47M
8325 posts
11/27/2012 5:39 pm

 ...when I saw this, my first thoughts were of Erica in your bed.

Did it happen.

Will it?

.......or is it just a fantasy unfulfilled?


"My every move is a calculated step, to bring me closer to embrace an early death." -Tupac Shakur


MstrUnvrsGdRkCk2 48M
1023 posts
11/27/2012 6:30 pm

 Well, thanks for the lovely sentiment! I'm all about getting Erica in my bed, and always have been! I would welcome Erica in my bed at anytime. Whether it will ever happen, is not up to me. The balls in her court. If that were to ever transpire someday? It would largely depend on her wants and desires.
Well I never drew first, but I drew first blood, I'm the Devil's son, call me young gun.


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