  This intense dream that kept me occupied all night was disrupted by a shrill scream dispatched by my mobile phone. The phone Id put by the bed atop my box of naughties with the knowledge that Bryan would be calling me around noon on his way home from Mt.
Palomar. I rushed to wake myself, throwing crap in my newly blackened hair and wiping away the residual eye makeup that made me look a loser in a late night boxing match. I got started on the dishes to make the place habitable when he came in. arms full of goods to make a Mexican smorgasbord. We ate. And then got down to business. Id agreed to some topless pictures. Im not immodest, but he is my best guy friend. And not judgmental of my recently accumulated pounds. So heres a sample It was weird to have just dreamt of him, trying to separate the realities of both the imagined state and the hardly awake me. In sleep, Id just been trying to set someone up for a crime with his help. So vivid and so not necessary to go into details.
Like the earlier dream wherein I was winning accolades by bringing a series of women to orgasm. The details of this dream may raise more eyebrows, but that too isnt quite necessary. Sorry, boys. The other day, Id noticed the new stretch marks that showed up on my breasts since gaining weight. The hairline remnants of teenagedom on my hips went bright with newness  but those were a lot less appropriate for photography. I did promise that when I go back to my normal weight, Ill pose for him. Hes seen actual topless pictures of me; I hardly care these days.
Today was nice. Its not many folks I know that I feel comfortable enough around that Id allow myself to play with other projects while I have company. He played on my computer with PhotoShop while I messed around with making phone calls and reworking the artwork in the place. I like that. Having the guilt of a bad hostess removed. 
