Albino kittens, old MFF cuddle, jazzman, iron palm, gambling Buddha, Tower of Babel chains dreams

   Dream diary update. I really have been neglecting the dream diary this time. I've had some very vivid dreams over the last 9 days but I didn't bother to closely record any of them. They were so vivid that I had sleep disturbances almost as bad as those around the Wolf moon. I only caught up on sleep during this 9 day period yesterday, when I slept about 16 hours with Skanky cat sleeping on top of me. I didn't even wake up when she threw up on me. Poor kitty. I need to get her to a vet for a checkup I think.
   Anyway last Wednesday morning I had a dream where Skanky cat had 11 kittens from Smoky cat. The kittens were spontaneously born together all white with wide silver eyes like Whitey cat. In the dream I was unable to manage all their requisite care, so I felt overwhelmed.

   Thursday I had a MFF sex dream. Instead of being young in this dream I was much older, closer to 65 with silver hair. Once again there was a tacky mirror on the ceiling. I suppose I should blame my parents for this dream element since they had this tacky mirror setup in their bedroom until I turned 16 and pointed this out. I suppose there was a big bottle of Viagra on the bedroom end table. I guess I can have dream-Viagra even though I shouldn't really have the real thing since a dose gave me a 20 hour erection back in 2002. Because my dream character was older this dream was more about cuddling than calisthenics anyway.

   Friday night I had a dream that was all jazz music. I was a sax player at a sports bar. Everyone there was smoking. I wore a fedora and sunglasses at night. I mostly stayed cool while Sin City erupted in the bar's alley in back. Lindsay Lohan as Marilyn Monroe in a red dress was my only friend. Never mind that I know the real lesbian Lohan wouldn't be caught dead with some old guy. Our dream friendship was part of the whole bluesy ambiance. I intervened when I I found Lohan-Marilyn getting beaten up in the alley after getting picked up by some bar guy. I was a cool jazzman so I didn't have to fight anyone in this dream. All I had to do was signal 2 of the bouncers while dream-Marilyn went back in the bar for another pickup.

   Saturday I had violent dreams. I was already under a sleep deficit so I kept catnapping all day with Skanky cat sleeping on or near my face. I didn't have any breathing problems in these dreams surprisingly, but I used my iron palm technique to tear up all sorts of violent monsters and wild beasties.
   Sunday I dreamed about the Buddha. In my dream he was a god of gambling. Not your traditional Buddha, he wore a white Caribbean suit and white fedora. He taught me how to play cards and roulette and taught me that luck rules the universe.

   Just 2 hours ago I had a dream about being chained up in my own floor of the Tower of Babel. I had relaxing conversations and played chess with two of my jailors. Occasionally I would run and strech my rattling chains to their utmost so I could catch the sights outside one of my airy balconies.