weighted blankets are just bondage for boring people

i bought one last year, and it's cold enough now that i pulled it out again.  i'd forgotten how much it squishes me down, and spent a most of the afternoon napping underneath it.  it was during that long nap that i realized it does the same thing that really nice, low-stress bondage does:  you can't move as much as you want, so you have to be calm and relax.

it's totally not the same as the terrors i come up with.  there's no vacuum sealed rubber, no epoxy and concrete block holding me permanently immobile, no layers of plastic and tape locking my body still.  but there's still the same cozy "hug" that is in my mind when i dream them up.

anyway, just something that i thought up while snuggling all day long.

i did finally figure out how to solve the problem i had

i couldn't figure out how to get past a story blocker.  i knew what i wanted to have happen, i just couldn't figure out how to make it happen and seem normal.  conveniently, i also really wanted to put in a reference, but felt it might be out of place.

turns out (b) solves problem (a) perfectly.

so now i just have to write it down.

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i had a dream last night.  i was a cop (yeah, right), and we were called out to investigate this old factory in the middle of a farm.  or at least surrounded by crops.  there were all sorts of weird things at the factory, but nothing was illegal, so we had to leave.  the "weird things" were like metal train rails embedded in the floor, and a bunch of steel chairs and posts and things that could only move along the rails.  the two weirdest things were a huge cage and an area where a bunch of chairs had been arranged around a stage, which also had a cage welded onto the floor (all of this stuff was on the rails).  when we were leaving, we saw some people in the distance, but couldn't ask them questions because nothing illegal was happening.

so we left, and the cops/we decided to circle around and look through the fields.  i then got there (because dream) from a bar, and so i was kind of drunk, we start searching the fields, and find a bunch of dead bodies hidden, and start to investigate when we're attacked.  i get one of the guns out of the cop car trunk, but it doesn't work against a big scary guy who comes down the road.  i pass out, and when i wake up, i find that i'm naked and handcuffed in my cop car, but one of the guys from the factory is driving it.  i'm taken back to the factory, and put into one of the cages, which is too heavy for me to move.

there's a bit about the weird 7-11 place inside the factory, and i make fun of the guys because the dream logic is breaking down, and they don't like that, but like, one whole wall just doesn't exist now, and that's not the right way to run your illegal prison camp, i mean, seriously, are you people even good at anything?

and then i woke up.

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today somebody else favorited my pettification story on hf, and when i looked at their profile, i saw that they charge people to write stories at like $1/100 words.  that made me look at how long my stories are, and i'm apparently dumb for giving away free porn.

oh well.

haha! i'm garbage!

first up: wow.  good job, me, not pulling out edit notes when you told me you were going to do that!  great, that one person has been like, "uh, sammy, probably a mistake?"

so, hey:

all you

want to edit?  mostly it's "that's not a word, sammy" and "who is this 'captain jerkbutt' character?" and "jfc, is this supposed to have text, or am i just supposed to accept [this comment in square brackets] junk."  this is a serious request for people who can read and note obvious errors quickly.

i can do this too, but i take drugs now, and although they make it so i can re-read things, they also make it super frustrating to wait for a calm me to arrive and reread.

so, hey, anyone interested?

second: whoops, i guess i need to add porn to chapter 3, because my outline just fucked up and put in a bunch of socialist organizing.

this isn't an editable thing, just a warning that it's going to be way left-er than you might expect.

conform or fuck off.  i seriously don't give a fuck which you do.

third: this might end up being less sexy.  when i follow the intentions and drives out, they don't end up quite as sexy as i would like.

i mean, there's lots of predictive "whoa!  this is going to get super HHHOOOTTT!!!"

but, maybe not?

is that a problem?  if i bill myself as a pornographer, but instead deliver manifestos, does that detract from my pornography?

or do i just allow that people who can't accept egalitarian porn are really just assholes?

a new chapter

An Unhappy Day.

i'm about to go on vacation this weekend, so either i put up what i have done, or it sits for another two weeks.

i don't know why chapter 2s are always so hard for me to get through.  we'll see if the third chapter can get done in a reasonable amount of time.

i was going to change my sheets today too, but i forgot.

i wrote some.  not nearly as much as i was hoping to ("i can just write the whole thing in one go! it's all plotted out, and the new things are why i want to get it down before i forget them!"), but it's more than zero, and is pretty much all of the first act.  this one is another no sex chapter, and it's also out of place in the story line, so i edited the story page to have place holders so if someone is looking, they'll see that i didn't have a stroke and forget what was going on, i'm just moving forward a bit so i can get this story done.

but it's not coming out as easily as i hoped, but the tumblr post that i need published before i can publish the story seem to have gone out (thanks, tumblr queue), and that sorted out a plot point i wasn't happy with.  so hopefully everyone will like it when i get it done.

i'm pretty sure i had another point, but i don't remember what it was.

so..this is my "random notes" from dream stuff

train

sally (supposed to), kelly (friendly), dawn (friend)
vac girl

mysterious church
dormatory/hospital
open room
release girl
bath, pee
reseal her
catch train back
sally sad

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hrm...

so here was how this was supposed to be. i'm on a train to london (nevermind i don't live anywhere close to there, that's just how it is).  i talk with some people (sally,kelly, dawn), but we end up in a weird church.  it's like a theater, but all stone and empty.  we wander some more, and up in the hospital. we find this girl, who's trapped in a vacuum bed like thing.  we let her out, and she takes a bath with us, and then she says "i need to pee" and does so, and i drink it all down.

but, she is in the hospital, right? so we can't leave her like this, so we put her back in her bag, and seal her back up.  i then all normal like get back to the train, and sally, who i was supposed to be dating? or going out with? or something? she's all upset that i spent my time with the vacuum girl, and i guess kelly and dawn?  i remember kind of a 'hey, let's spend more time together" kind of thing with kelly, but this is where things broke down, and i woke up all "whoa...i'd totally love to smother in that vacuum girl's pussy".

ok?