I got to visit with Jan last night in my dreams without freezing my ass off in the cold and snow I had to deal with when we lived in Oregon. Jan, as in Klamath Indian Jan, who owned the gift shop where I’d buy incense when I wasn’t ordering online, and who might’ve been a hottie if she were 20 years younger. Jan was pretty tall. Had to have been around 5’ 7” or 8” and she had medium-longish black hair and dark eyes.

It was a long, detailed dream, the kind I often have. The strange thing is that I didn’t seem to know anyone I know in the dream. The guy I love didn’t exist and neither did the woman I love. It was like I was alone or something, renting a room or a studio somewhere within the tiny town. The dream had no beginning or intro of any kind. I was just suddenly on Jan’s houseboat on the Klamath River. The dream started as the sun was setting. The interior of the houseboat looked sort of like an RV, and I spent most of the time in the “driver’s seat,” though the boat was anchored.

In real life, she closed the store and opened an online store. She gave me a pen with her site addy, but I’ve long since lost it, though I’d love to check it out and see what it’s like these days. I tried looking her up but all I could find is that she’s Janice Lynn H. born in 1951 and she might’ve lived in Missouri and Washington State at one point. I have no idea if she was gay, straight or bi, but my guess is she was straight. She didn’t look gay or bi, but then again neither does Angelina Jolie, Portia DiRossi or myself.

So the dream starts at dusk and she’s playing a board game with some woman on the other end of the houseboat at a built-in table with benches where she now lives full-time while I’m in the driver’s seat with my laptop. In real life, she owned a duplex and lived on one side of it.

I was at her online store. I laughed to myself when I saw that I was still her one and only “friend” all this time, though I had been using the name Melina. I changed it to my real name and Jan later commented with surprise about that being me all along. My journal link, like in most cases in real life, was attached to my profile, and I wondered if she’d ever seen it.

At one point I stretched my legs and strode down the center aisle of the houseboat. The hum of the generator was very soothing. I looked out the back window and saw water churning from the back of the boat several feet below me. I said to Jan that I liked the sound of it running and that it made for a nice sound machine. I also said she was fortunate to live there and that it would be so cool to live on a houseboat.

Jan and the woman played the night away and I scribbled God knew what on random pieces of paper Jan had on the “dashboard.” The sun eventually began to rise and I suddenly realized I could see to the bottom of the river, surprised it was so shallow. When the sun had totally risen, I slumped over in my seat and fell asleep. Jan woke me up at one point, asking if I’d like to go along with her and her friend to the beauty shop for haircuts. I sat up and said that I could use a trim to even my ends out, but had no money on me, so I had to pass. She said she’d take me tomorrow, which I took to mean that she didn’t want the woman to see her pay for my haircut that day, and she obviously didn’t want to pay for everybody.

She asked if I needed to save any of the sheets of paper I’d written on and I said no. Next, I went wherever for the morning, then in the afternoon, I helped Jan pack and mail off her orders. Then she and I returned to her houseboat. I commented on how I liked that it was “elevated” which provided more privacy at least in the daytime when there were no lights on, and asked what was down below.

“It’s just storage,” she told me. “And where I keep store merchandise.”

Then the rest of the dream seemed to play out fast-forward over several weeks. I ended up confessing that she was still pretty attractive even though she was now 48. She ended up not throwing me overboard. In fact, she said she found me to be both attractive and unique (at least I get to hold a schedule in dreams no matter what’s going on). We started having sex and falling into a routine that consisted of morning work, lunchtime sex breaks, afternoon walks through a bunch of stores and eateries after mailing off the day’s orders, then more sex at night.

It ended with me complaining about my teeth and her offering to marry me so I could go to a dentist.

“But they don’t have gay marriage in Oregon,” I said, and she said she’d figure out a way to “work around” that.

Chatted with Marie this morning on Yahoo’s messenger. She loved the dirty short stories I wrote with us as the main characters. If The Girl Directory does too, they’ll be online in a few weeks. We talked dirty and also about things in general, as we usually do. I just adore her!

“Do you know what happened this morning?” I asked her. “I was lathering up my pussy in the shower, closed my eyes, and then my hand became your hand. Ah, it was sooo good!”

So much for getting vitamins to help boost my energy levels! My energy is fine until I’ve been up for about 12 hours, then suddenly I’m exhausted. I guess I’ve been burning out early because I’ve been working so hard. The good part of it is that it’s slowing my schedule from creeping ahead. I doubt it’ll last much longer, but I’ve been getting up around 6am and loving it. Things are less likely to wake me up when I sleep at night, and by getting up early, I’m the first one up, which is something I prefer since I’m not in a sociable mood for the first hour or two.

Tammy said my journal gives them all a good laugh. I’d almost be disappointed to know if they haven’t been reading it lately, LOL!