Dream Journal
Steve and I went to our new vacation apartment at the far end of the lake. We walked into the upstairs apartment because the door was open. It was very nice and done in all white: the walls, carpet, furniture were all white. I wondered if we were supposed to have the downstairs apartment instead, because the upstairs one was too nice. I went downstairs to see if I could look into that apartment, and met its occupant, my neighbor.
I asked her if she had a key to the upstairs apartment, and she walked me back upstairs and then just walked in. I glanced over at Steve, sitting at the computer naked. I tried to tell him to get dressed without alerting my neighbor that he was naked.
She looked out the window and said that we were he third house from the end of the lake, with one of the best views, and it was quiet out there. I just wanted her to go and stop being nosy.
Then I was at the grocery store looking for Pantene conditioner but I couldn’t find it. I went up and down all of the aisles and thought about asking where it was, but decided they probably didn’t carry it.
Then I was back at the vacation apartment with a few other people, and one of the guys was flirting pretty heavily with me. He was funny and cute and charming. He was leaning one elbow onto the kitchen counter while I was laughing, and I realized that he was Steve. His face didn’t look like steve, and even though Steve was standing behind him talking to some other people, he was Steve too. I had a crush on this new Steve.
I got out of bed because I had to urinate. In the bathroom, I emptied my extremely full bladder and was amazed at the amount of urine coming out of my body. When I was done urinating, I gave birth to a baby.
I held my baby, surprised at the suddenness of the birth. I carried it out into the living room and placed the baby on the couch where it fell asleep. I went into the office and told Steve that the baby was sleeping. I sat down at my computer and Steve was at his computer.
After a bit, I realized that we didn’t have a bassinette for the baby. We didn’t have anything for the baby. Where would the baby sleep if we didn’t have a bassinette?
I called Damon and told him that I had given birth, and asked if he wanted to come over and see the baby. He asked me if I was at the airport, and I said that I was at home, just a few blocks away from him. He said that he would be right over. I grabbed a tank top to put on, but couldn’t untangle it enough to get it over my head.
Themes: Steve
I was visiting at a friend’s house and when I looked out the front door, I saw her white dog slip behind the fence to the street. I stepped back inside and told her what I had just seen, but when I went back outside to find the dog he was standing right on the porch.
I grabbed his collar and led the dog around back. He was much, much bigger than I had remembered. Another dog, this one tan, approached us at the back fence and I wondered if either one were my neighbor’s real dog.
Inside the living room, she thanked me and gave both dogs kisses. I told her that both dogs couldn’t possibly be hers, and she couldn’t keep adopting strays. She stood up, looked very hurt, and told me that I could go. She said that her adopted pets, and now I could see many of them in the house, loved her and that she was choosing them over me.
I stood in a shower in the middle of the office hallway. The spout came from the ceiling, and the floor was tiled around a shower drain. I was wearing all of my work clothes, even shoes, but no pants.
The back doorbell rang, and Jeff emerged from a side door. Annoyed, he asked me why I didn’t answer the door. I told him that I was busy, and also I was not wearing pants. He headed down the hall to open the back door and hollered over his shoulder to me: “Put on some pants!”
Themes: Jeff
The parking lot at the high school was very full, but I managed to find a parking spot on the side of the street. I walked up the icy hill quickly, careful not to slip. I was almost late.
I followed my classmates down the hallway toward the theater stage. The auditorium was filling up with parents. I saw a girl with really long hair in front of me, and wondered how that could be when Lynea had cut her hair after graduation.
Back behind the stage, I waited with the rest of the band. I peeked out of the curtain and saw Melissa standing center stage, pacing nervously before the curtain rose. A number of band members sat around her in a semi-circle. She wore wide-leg jeans cut into assless chaps, held on only by a belt. Under her chaps she wore black panties that didn’t fully cover her butt.
I knew that she had cut the chaps more than Mom had so that she would be showing more skin. I tried to get her attention to let her know that she would be in big trouble if she performed wearing that. But she didn’t see me.
A woman walked into the conference room carrying a long painting. I recognized the painting, its dark blue background amateurly done. The woman stood on the other side of the table and rested the painting on the floor so that it leaned against her legs.
Looking between me and the other two staff members - one standing to my left, the other sitting to my right - she said that the woman who had done the painting died the previous night. I put a hand to my mouth as a sob escaped my lips and my seated coworker turned to look at me.
I couldn’t tell my coworker that I had known the painting’s artist from my last job, and that the painting had hung above the office door there. I just stared at the painting as the woman holding it told us that the artist’s last gasping words were to pass the painting on to our office.
Tears welled up in my eyes. I would miss the artist dearly.
It was a bright and sunny afternoon and I was in the middle of a car race, and I was ahead of everyone by quite a large distance.
Steve, sitting in the passenger seat, pointed toward a warehouse toward my left, but I was too concentrated on driving fast and winning to take my eyes off the road and look to see why he was pointing.
Steve pointed again and, glancing out my left window, I saw a small street market with tents and a lot of people in front of the warehouse. He wanted me to drive through the market, sure it would be a shortcut.
I was skeptical of the shortcut, but gave it a try anyway. I drove through the congested market, and we popped back onto the course just behind the car now in first place. I was upset that the shortcut had cost me ground.
I pushed my car to its limits and won first place by a nose. I drove to my parents’ house and prepared for the crowds to follow and congratulate me on my win. I knew that they would ask how many vacuums I own, so I went to the root cellar to count them.
I pushed Tiger out of the way because he was sleeping in front of the door. I counted two vacuums plus the one out front. I turned off the light and closed the door over Tiger. I pushed him a bit with my foot si that he fit under the door better, and then I went upstairs.
Melissa and one of her friends sat in the living room and asked me a question. I didn’t know how to answer.