Government Scramble

I woke up with morning wood, the solid type of boner that won't leave for a good half hour. This is a nice way to wake up - my best Chicago friend has a poem with the wonderful line "every morning, I wake up with hope and an erection." As I began to ponder what dreams may have lead to my hard-on, it started to fade. This is a classic example of the three centers of thought (head, groin, stomach) - think the three branches of government , a system of checks and balances.

And so I wake this morning fumbling with my legislative branch, which lays down the law baby! My head or judiciary branch interprets and reviews these laws. And my stomach, which is supposed to be the executive branch enforcing and carrying out these laws, wants coffee and a bagel. Like most forms of government, I am not always efficient or necessary. Hell, until recently, I thought my head executive and my stomach judicial. Imagine a government that plays musical chairs - there are always enough seats but you have to move your ass. If you're a senator, then one week you may be passing a law, the next you'll be putting it into action, and the next you'll be judging its effects - same goes for the president and judges. It would be a scramble, but maybe shit would actually get done if you could decide, act, and review your consequences rather than stagnating in one role.

This is why I reserve the right to revise the roles of my three centers of thought at any time. In the past, I've been locked inside my head, reviewing laws that haven't been passed or enforced. And this morning, as I ponder my dick that has risen with the sun and think it to flaccid forgetfulness, I'm convinced that I need to further explore my sexuality. I suspect that I'm wired to stick with women, but what kind of woman and what combination of acts? Who knows - maybe in 20 years, I'll find myself living in a cabin overlooking Niagra falls with my life partners Jacqueline and Jacques raising 3 biological children and 3 adopted Chinese babies (although we treat them all the same) as we teach them to hang-glide and make their own decisions. I don't know, but I'll have to see as my thought processes change - more on this as it unfolds.

Before I have confused these possibilities with problems - if you'd like to have better dream recall, then try lying in bed for 15-30 minutes after waking without falling back asleep and half-remembered dreams may begin to come back. My remembered dream this morning involved multiple shades of blue enshrouding holographic tentacles gently using extradimensional needles to scratch a glistening grooved shiny black oval surface that rotated on its own accord. This was/is occurring at a unknown time and place in the cosmos to produce a beautiful otherworldly song that awakens senses previously unheard of as stars explode through the blue. What else will I find in dreams and this waking life?

My stomach, in the executive role for now, reminded me about the coffee and bagel. I went downstairs and came across five faeries scrubbing every surface of the kitchen with towels - The Aunts have arrived.