elfs | Strange dreams...

I had the strangest dreams last night. The second dream was more like a sensation... for some reason I dreamed that I had lost my wristwatch and missed it terribly. I haven't worn a wristwatch for over a decade. When I woke up, I kept rubbing my wrist, wondering where the watch had gone.

The first was even a little stranger. I had read, in some bad romance novel, recently, one of the protagonists' friends (guess she'd be contagonist, perhaps) say "Men are dogs."

I dreamt a world where that was literally true. There were women, and men were dogs: reliable, dedicated, loyal, and perpetually horny.

I wonder if I could write a story about that:

My first lover was a Samoyed. They're pretty rare, but someone has to be breeding them somewhere. He liked wearing Hawaiian prints, but somehow his white hair and broad, white-furred ears made those hideous colors work for him. I loved his ears, but then I've always loved dogs's ears.

He was like so many dogs. I gave him my virginity because he was so gentle and so sweet. His short, fuzzy tail waggled back and forth when I told him that I wanted him to be first. He even said he'd be gentle. I think it was his first time too.

Damn, now I want a backstory and a viability story and the whole nine yards.

Silly muse.