These dreams...

I've always felt like I had a separate life in dreams. They are so vivid, so graphic, so laden with emotion and even physical sensation that I don't feel like I'm sleeping. And when I'm awake I remember them very clearly. Sometimes it takes hours & even days to shake the feelings or thoughts they stir up. The strongest dreams come when I've woken up very early and then drifted back to sleep, like when Reid gets up for work and I wake up briefly or one of the kids needs me before it's time to actually get up and I can squeeze in a few more hours of shut-eye. Those are always the ones I remember best. Last night I had one, and it was a doozey. The subject matter and the person that had the starring role so to speak came completely out of nowhere and I'm still just wondering where in my subconscious the whole thing originated. I have a sneaking suspicion it's all tied into my current hormonal state, which is quite a roller coaster ride in itself. You know that whole thing about women hitting their sexual peak in the mid-30s? Well, I apparently embody that particular cliche because whoooooooaaa Nelly! I don't mind it really, it's sort of a return to my 20s with a much better knowledge of my body, but it's kinda hard for Reid to keep up. That's one of nature's cruel jokes, making men's & women's sex drives so out of sync. He works really hard at a physical job during the day and I'm here wishing I got to act more like a woman instead of a mom, and that creates a bit of a disparity. Either way, I think my dreams are a natural outgrowth of that desire to explore, to enjoy my body and be more involved with the sensual aspects of my personality. Why "him" though last night? That's a mystery, really. I'm not going to lie and say I didn't enjoy it immensely. I look forward to those types of dream, they safely fill a niche that needs filling (no pun intended - lol!) I just wish when I woke up there wasn't quite so much yearning. :p