Instagram Dreams
Finding Bliss in a Kiss in a Dream
Above is Immense Ray, one of my recent favorites on Instagram: @immense_ray. I love this picture because I can imagine the drama of him being completely covered by the robe, then comes the magic moment, the big reveal, when he disrobes… The only thing that would be better is if he was completely naked, and I was there with him LOL…
I’m a little ashamed to admit the amount of time I spend on Instagram — but then I look at the activity of people I’m following, and my own activity seems below average by comparison. Sometimes I find myself daydreaming — imagining how the lives of these guys that I follow must be like. It seems like they are always either working out at the gym, partying, traveling and taking selfies in hotel bathrooms. I will often brows Instagram shortly before going to bed. I think this habit has come to effect my dreams in my sleep. Last Monday morning, I woke up to the recollection of this dream:
I’m walking alone in a crowded airport, eagerly trying to get somewhere — I’m not sure exactly where. In the distance, I notice a young, handsome man walking towards me. As we get closer to each other, as we both walk in our respective directions, he appears more and more handsome. I think I know him. He looks familiar. I specifically remember thinking, perhaps I follow him on Instagram... or maybe Facebook, Pinterest or Tumblr. Our eyes lock for a moment. We walk by each other, fairly quickly. I turn around as he walks past me — he also turns around to look back at me. We walk back towards each other, almost as if there is a magnetic force pulling us together. We kiss — right there in the middle of the crowded airport — both of us succumbing to our carnal, passionate desire for one another. It is one of the most blissful kisses I have ever experienced. Then I wake up. So suddenly, it is over. I realize that I am alone in my bed, asking myself: what was that? It was just a dream. I am angry that it was only a dream. How can this be? I want to go back to kissing this beautiful man who gave me so much blissful joy and satisfaction. Maybe I will meet him in my waking life — maybe in a past life or future life.
What do you do after waking up from a dream like this? I browsed Instagram, yet again. LOL…
“Life and dreams are pages of one and the same book. In real life we read the pages in order. But when we dream, we often leaf idly through the book.” — Arthur Schopenhauer
