REM cycle spanking

You know how sometimes real life just takes up everything and there's not much room for anything else -- including spanking? Ah, you gasp in shock but you know it happens. Indeed, I feel safe in saying that it happens to even the most die hard spanking-nymphs out there.

At any rate, I've realized what happens when real life steals even that nightly spanking fantasy that usually lulls me to sleep: it gets pushed further into the sleep cycle. And when spanking shows up later in the sleeping cycle, i.e. the noted REM cycle, it's just plain weird.

Normally, I have the odd spanking dream here and there but I've had three in the last week, even though spanking has been the furthest thing from my conscious mind for a good three weeks now. I mean, it still shows up throughout the day, but more from habit. My ears have developed some sort of Pavlovian response in which they immediately perk up the minute they hear words like "spanking", "whipping," "belt," "paddle," etc. And the bedtime spanking fantasy faithfully shows up each night the minute I turn the light out, even if lately it's been quickly discarded.

I told you all about the one I had last Thursday. I had another one earlier this week that I don't remember very well, but the one I had last night was yummy...yet, as my spanking dreams are apt to be, very odd.

It started with me making dinner for my little brother who has Down Syndrome (and who, like all my siblings -- and now a niece -- I look up to). He's outside rambling on about a lot of stuff I wasn't paying attention to because I was watching a black and white movie with Gregory Peck spanking someone, which caused me to burn the chicken nuggets that were to be dinner. Understandable because, you know, Gregory Peck...spanking. I couldn't take my eyes off of it.

Eventually my brother and the chicken nuggets disappear, and I'm sharing the Gregory Peck spanking with assorted, but this time consciously-unknown spanking friends. The improvisational-spanking story theme from last week returned as this group and I started to act out the movie spanking but ended up making a new story of our own with far more spankings. And it was night-time and dark. And then A. showed up and began to tease me about how often I got spanked. As with most dreams, there was more to it, but I can't really remember it all now.

And just like last week, Meals on Wheels pounding at the door woke me from my spanking-filled reverie. Which made the whole thing feel even more surreal.

Once I'd put my meal in the kitchen, taken my morning medications, and laid back down in bed to wait the hour until I could eat (to fully absorb my meds), I probably should not have gone back to sleep as then I end up sleeping too much making it hard to sleep at night. But for the first time since the spanking dream last week, I had a little spanking mojo. Felt a little bit more like I normally do. Decided to take my chances and go back to sleep and see if I could return, even if only sub-consciously, to that core spanko part of me that's been empty these last few weeks.

I wish I could say it worked but, alas, I dreamt that I was at my health clinic and needed to get home but despite numerous attempts at dialing the number for the cab, kept forgetting or losing track of what I was doing (which happens frightfully frequently) while there was a Christmas party going on with pink lighting in the background (which doesn't happen so frequently).

But, who knows? Maybe in a few hours after I've fallen asleep...