I have a dream (a wet one)

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I have a dream (a wet one)
by Bitter Divorced Man
23-Feb-2010
 

Three colleagues of mine and I went to an all-you-can-eat Persian restaurant yesterday for lunch.  Two of them I recognized immediately, Anoush and Kaveh, but the third one, who was younger than the rest of us, remained nameless in the fringes of my dream.  We packed our plates with various types of Persian food and sat down around a table and began to eat.  A young woman came and sat between me and the nameless colleague.  It was obvious that he was trying to impress the young lady but she was standoffish towards him.  He held her hands in his, looked into her eyes, and whispered something softly in her ear.  I began to giggle.  She pulled away her hands and turned to me and said, “What is so funny?”  She was obviously not happy with my awareness of their little activity.

- Oooo, I’m sorry.  I thought you were comparing the contrast between the colors of your skins, and I thought it was ironic.

- So you think because we are of different colors I’m a sinner or something.

- Oooo, no.  It’s nothing like that.

I didn’t care to elaborate anymore.  From the tone of her voice it was obvious that she was in need of some help.  I fell sorry for my young colleague for wanting to put up with her.

The restaurant staff brought some freshly made kabab, still steaming, in a deep oven tray and put it on top of a glass hood that was overhanging a food counter full of other dishes.  Anoush grabbed the tray, looked at us, and said he was going to take the food to his wife.  A horseless chariot driven by a woman approached us, made a U-turn and stopped exactly where we came face to face.  She gave me a smile and waited for Anoush.  He put the tray of food in the chariot, and then the woman cracked a whip and took off.

While I was eating I walked in the restaurant and eventually ended up in an outdoor patio area and took a seat where I was joined by Kaveh a few minutes later.  I ate all the food on my plate and then went for desserts.  Among all the delicious desserts laid out on another food counter I took a liking to a particular one that looked like a pudding made from blackberries.  The pudding was meant to be served in a cup that was made of jelly.  I managed to pick up a spoonful of the pudding but had a hard time putting it into the jelly cup.  When I returned to my seat Kaveh told me we have to hurry up.  “Grab some fresh fruits before they close.”  He said with a sense of urgency in his voice.  By the time we finished our desserts and went inside, the restaurant employees were getting ready to close down the place.  Kaveh said forget about fruits; just grab some more kabab, which now the leftovers were piled up on another food counter at the corner of the restaurant.  Since they had already picked up all the utensils, I tried to scoop up some rice, which was dumped on a large tray, with a bowl that I was going to use for fruits.  The bowl pushed the pile of rice backward towards a wall.  At the end I only managed to grab a small amount of rice with a lot of tahdig.

Kaveh was saying again that I should hurry up and not to be wasting so much time.  I put some kabab on top of the rice that was on my bowl and moved along.  The anxiety of being rushed caused my penis to harden, which on its way upward it got stocked sideways between my pants and the upper part of my right thigh.  I felt the warmth of my penis on my skin.  Kaveh told me to grab everything I could and take it to go.  I was looking to see what else I could grab, but most everything was already being taken away.  An exit door opened and Kaveh began to walk towards the light that entered the restaurant through the partially opened door, and then at that moment I ejaculated.  The clock on the table by my bed read 5:14.  The sheet that covered me was wet.  I went in and out of sleep a couple of more times till I finally woke up an hour later.

Never before have I had a wet dream trying to eat Persian food.   

 

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yolanda

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by yolanda on Fri Feb 26, 2010 07:09 PM PST

I am just glad you are happy.....so Bitter Divorced Man (BDM) is a misnomer! Your name should be Happily Divorced Man(HDM).....wow! you always have exotic dreams....


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Bitter Divorced Man

I’m already a happily divorced man

by Bitter Divorced Man on Fri Feb 26, 2010 01:45 PM PST

People who know me, except the ones that don’t like me, know that I am very happy and well balance.

Two nights ago I had a dream that I was taking a shower in my boss’s house when three women nonchalantly came inside the bathroom.  I was uncomfortable but my boss swore up and down that they were not his wife and two daughters, and they did not appear that way.  Fortunately I woke up before things got out of hand, if you know what I mean.

In dreams, one’s brain gets confused between the people one loves as close relatives and friends and the ones one wants to have sex with.


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yolanda

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by yolanda on Fri Feb 26, 2010 06:55 AM PST

Hi! hamsade ghadimi,

    I really like the last sentence of your post! Thank you!


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hamsade ghadimi

bdm

by hamsade ghadimi on Fri Feb 26, 2010 06:31 AM PST

back in school in iran, a classmate who was very crude told us that he had a dream that he screwed his dad.  in the morning he couldn't look his dad in the eye!  i hope that you'll be able to eat in public without having any embarrasing moments.

btw, when are you going to make the transition to happily divorced man?


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Anahid Hojjati

I like BDM blogs better when they deal with grand kids and ex

by Anahid Hojjati on Wed Feb 24, 2010 11:31 AM PST

 

Dear BDM, personally, I enjoy BDM blogs more when you write about your grand kids or how you handle issues with your ex. 


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Bitter Divorced Man

Information overload

by Bitter Divorced Man on Wed Feb 24, 2010 10:22 AM PST

Thank you for reading this blog and making the effort to leave your comments.  Nowadays we live in an era that any kind of information is readily available at any moment.  With a click of a mouse hundreds of websites could be found about the subject of "wet dream".  What is interesting to me in this case is to write about my dreams in a coherent way, whenever I remember them vivdly.  This time it turned out to be about a culinary and sexual dream.

Thank you again for reading,


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MM

Nazy - Cheers and peace

by MM on Wed Feb 24, 2010 01:40 AM PST

;-)


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Nazy Kaviani

Dear MM:

by Nazy Kaviani on Wed Feb 24, 2010 01:25 AM PST

I'm sorry for having missed your tongue-in-cheek remark! I think LOL is way over-used and it's really hard for me to tell just by looking at the three characters whether the commentator is really laughing out loud or is being sarcastic. I'm sorry if I sounded too serious! O.K. how about this? :)

Cheers and peace, MM Jan!


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MM

Nazy & BDM

by MM on Wed Feb 24, 2010 12:26 AM PST

I did enjoy the article as my "laughing out loud" comment indicates at the end.  The "cream" of the crop was meant in a different context.  I had heard that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, but I did not know that the meaning of heart can differ in location by 2 feet.

The problem I have is how much is allowed in Iranian.com and by what measures.  One time, my comment to a reader was removed because I said EZP as in "easy pee".  While my comment was more implied, the last paragraph here is pretty explicit.  I did not complain to JJ for removing my comment, nonetheless, I do not envy JJ for his task of sorting articles and comments into profanity vs. art, but I think he is doing just fine. 


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So, Persian food is sex stimulating

by Rea on Tue Feb 23, 2010 11:06 PM PST

Will get a few recipes and try them on my husband. :o)) 


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Nazy Kaviani

Sex, human sexuality, and the Iranian writer

by Nazy Kaviani on Tue Feb 23, 2010 10:32 PM PST

Dear BDM:

Thank you for writing this piece. My favorite character in your story is Anoush's wife! How did she get so lucky?!! She drives a horseless chariot and arrives just in time for Anoush to put her food in her chariot. She didn't cook, so she didn't feed her husband, she didn't need horses on her chariot, she smiled at another man, she didn't have to say a word to her husband or do anything in return for the steaming food he had picked up for her, and she left. I guess the whip cracking might have had something to do with all of this, but I would rather think that she was just a plain lucky woman!

Dear MM:

I would like to say something about your comment. I believe that Iranians have not done enough to experiment with writing about sex and human sexuality. When people write in Farsi, there is a problem with sensual and sexual vocabulary. The words people are able to use to convey references to sex are limited and generally known as "dirty" or "vulgar" words. Thirty years of censorship of books and films for any traces of sex and sexuality have silenced a very necessary area of expression in Persian literature and arts. Add to that Iranians' shyness about discussing sex in general, and we face a literature repertoire which is seriously lacking in sexual expression.

Whether I would choose to write about sexuality or not remains a challenge I have faced frequently. But I know that I love to read expressions of sex and sexuality by other Iranians, for I believe that as a nation, we need practice in writing and reading and discussing human sexuality free of our cultural hangups and intimidation.

Many of the writers on Iranian.com are start-up writers who are experimenting with different genres of writing and topics. There is no monetary reward involved in the writing that is submitted on this site. The only reward, and in my opinion the most important one, is for them to be read and encouraged to write some more. Some pieces are mediocre, and some are brilliant. As readers, we are treated to a whole spectrum of quality, subjects, and emotions as we read the published works. I do believe that while our writing community experiments and gets better and better with practice, unless and until more writers join us and more people pick up their pens and start writing, what we have here is indeed the cream of the crop.

As I have seen your thoughtful comments and contributions on the site and I do appreciate your presence on this forum very much, I thought to write this note to ask for a bit of support and respect for the contributors on Iranian.com, even if you don't particularly like what they are writing. I hope my respect for you and your viewpoints comes through in these humble words.


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MM

too much information

by MM on Tue Feb 23, 2010 07:09 PM PST

We sure get cream of the crop here on IC!

LOL


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yolanda

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by yolanda on Tue Feb 23, 2010 06:42 PM PST

The blog picture is beautiful and food is tantalizing! When I read your blog title, I thought it has to have something to do with Dr. Martin Luther King.......OMG! I was so wrong!....I guess we can never push any guys 'cause it may trigger the eruption of volcano.....:O)


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