Last night I had a dream about living in Florida and woke up to the smell of good coffee. Normally my dreams take place in New York, I’m a New Yorker, but since I’ve come back from Brimstone which was held in Jersey I’ve been dreaming of Florida. Sir Top and I have some really good conversations and although we are most times all over the place with what we speak about that weekend was mostly about me moving out to Florida. I’m not oppose to it actually I want to move out of New York and mentioned this to her, at the same time she was speaking about how she wanted to live in a couple of years which included having the right kind of women live in what we joked all weekend as the compound. She has a 5 room house three with bathrooms two where the bathroom is outside of the rooms, granite marble, professions stove new frig and a pantry. Hell she had me at pantry. Her house sits on several acres of land and separate from the house is another room which serves as the bed and breakfast part of the house. Below the house is a 900 square foot dungeon.
She knows how she wanted to live and it’s about finding the right combination of women to live communally. I’ve lived communally in the past my mother was a hippy and looking back that must be why I’ve had the kinds of relationship I’ve had with the small circle of friends which I would say lived communally. My only issue is that I would have to find a job, but I was serious about considering it. Since the event was by the beach I made it a point to go and say prayers to the Goddess and do ebo, it had been a very long time since I’ve been to the beach and I there was no excuse not to pay respects.
The weekend continued but I always had Tops offer on my mind. There is nothing here in New York keeping me here, although I would miss my spiritual community and the very few friends I have here, sometimes I have to do what’s best for me. I prayed for guidance, and told Top what I was thinking and some of my concerns. Which was discussed, and I’m sure we’ll discuss some more; secretly I’ve made a commitment to visit Florida twice in the coming year. This means I’ll have to shake off my fear of flying. The first test will be going to Beyond Leather this spring. On the ride home we were about twenty minute away and I already started to miss Top and Bonnie which struck me almost to tears, my phone rings and it’s Top saying come back we miss you. I had to turn my head because my eyes got watery, and are watery even now as I write this. I was dropped off home safe and sound thanked maidfifi and made the trek up the flight of stairs to my apartment. There waiting for me was an envelope from my landlord. I knew my rent receipt was expected and thought that was it, threw it on the table to deal with in the morning. As I was dowsing off to sleep I realized that I got my rent receipt before I left and got up to see what was in the envelope. It was a request to renew my lease. Maybe the Goddess was telling me something since I usually get this at the end of December.
So it’s not so strange that I’m dreaming about Florida, but the coffee is what made me smile while waking up.
I dreamt I had moved to florida and had met a woman on one of my visits, as usual I was having a blonde moment and on my last night there before coming back to New York, we were all sitting around talking and goofing off. It was late and she asked me to walk her to her car, which I did. We were standing by the car and she looked at me and said,
“Sir, you know I like you right?”
“I like you too.” I said. She said,
“I know you don’t want to be a man,” she said, “but you’re such a man.”
“What does that mean?” I asked.
She took my hand and held on to it placing something in it.
“When I say I like you, I mean I like, like you. That’s my number call me if you want when you get back to NY, I want to get to know you better.” And she got in her car and drove off. I was standing there looking at her number. When I went back inside I asked everyone there is they knew that she liked me? To which I got a resounding YES.
Hence why I might be dreams of living in Florida, and waking up to the smell of coffee, I want to think that my mind is telling me something, but I think it’s more wishful thinking and that’s okay too.
