The Dream Log is a record of some of the more interesting dreams I have. I have 2-3 super realistic dreams each night - mostly they don't deal with everyday events or have people I know in them. There are some recurring dreams, including one that has remained identical for the last 23 years (tell ya what it is when it actually happens in reality). The most recent is on this page, the rest have their own pages for readability.

Occassionally I will also add a small analysis section to a dream if I have some other thoughts to add about it.

The dreams are of course edited for content from the original journal, but please note that I don't spend a great deal of time making grammar or spelling corrections!

Let's Tango the Night Away (O'lay!)

Woke up with that thrice-damned Falco song "Tango the Night" stuck in my mind.

Had a really nice dream about attending a fairly formal party. There were many people there, all talking in small groups and sipping wine (and the occassional beer). It was mainly some form of business meeting or conference judging from presentation materials and such.

Miss-Y was there, strangely enough she was the only person I knew in the room outside of a business relationship (I obviously "knew" some of the other people there since I chatted with several); she is also the only person in this particular dream I know in real life. She was dressed in a black/silvery shimmering evening gown split up the side showing a lot of leg and cut real low to display an impressive cleavage. Her light brown hair was pulled back, held in place with a length of cloth matching her dress. A red silk Rose was affixed above her left breast. She wore a stylish necklace and matching earrings

There were several quick glances shared between us over the next several minutes.

Eventually our respective conversations wore down, mine first and I headed to the bar to grab another glass of wine. Turning I saw Miss-Y approach through the crowd, she walked past holding eye contact and her shoulder brushed mine, turning as my gaze was locked on her I watched as she picked up a glass of wine and then turned to talk with me.

We chatted for a few minutes about casual, small talk subjects. The music changed and Miss-Y locked those amazing, penetrating green/blue eyes on me and asked "You can Tango?"

Not waiting for an answer she smiled, set her wine glass down, turned and walked to the dance floor, her fingertips brushed along my forearm and hand as she moved away.

I followed her lead, almost trance-like, snaking through the groups of people. Every step I watched her hips sway invitingly, confined in the shimmering black/silver evening gown.

Arriving at the dance floor she turned.

Our eyes met.

A long, serious pause, just staring into each others eyes.

I moved closer, grabbing her hand and waist.

We danced.

One, two, then 15 songs. Soon we lost count but kept dancing into the wee hours of the morning.

At one point, soon after we started dancing, everyone was watching, then they began leaving as the night drew on. Eventually there were only service people cleaning up the mess from the party and a few stragglers who were too drunk to leave that were quietly chatting at tables.

We danced without pause, changing styles as the songs changed, from waltzes to pop music. [don't ask me why my mind did this...strange transition :) ]

Then the song changed to Falco..."Tango the Night"

I kiss your lips, I hold you tight.
You're body sways in the pale moonlight.
We dance until the break of day, we'll tango the night away o'lay.......

She leaned in halfway through the song and whispered in my ear "ya wanna fuck?"

And I woke up.

In a cold sweat.