Dream Journal
We wanted to go buy some comic books, and Beth wanted to go with us. We had been driving for a few hours before she asked where we were going. B was driving, Beth was in the passengers seat, and I was in the back. He looked over at Beth and casually said, “Anchorage.” She wasn’t terribly chocked that we were headed out of town instead of going to the local comic shop. It took a very long time to drive to anchorage due to construction. We saw Melissa on the road, and she gave us a ride the rest of the way into anchorage.
She dropped B and I off at my parent’s place then drove on into town in her little car. Someone I don’t know asked dad accusingly why he let his daughter drive in the city alone. Dad didn’t see a problem with it. My parents had a lot of dogs, all of which I hadn’t seen before. I went into Melissa’s room and saw my dog it was a little, hyper thing, running all over Melissa’s bed, unable to sit still. I was trying to coax it up close to me, but at that time Melissa drove into the yard, and a larger dog came into the room and started barking, too much commotion for the little dog.
Then B and I were talking with my parents and Melissa about our apartment hunt. Melissa didn’t understand the term ‘unfurnished,’ so I had to explain it to her and listed for her the furniture we own. She asked if we had a headboard; I told her no.
I was then naked but for my panties, leaning over the back of the couch in the living room trying to remember someone’s name. But I couldn’t. There was a shower stall/bath tub right behind me, and I stepped in. I stood with my back to the faucet and my hair under the water for some time with my eyes closed.
After thoroughly soaking my hair, I opened my eyes and saw my father standing at the other end of the tub. I didn’t find this strange or wrong at all. He was dressed in black pants and a black shirt. I asked him why he was still dressed (he was going to take a shower, after all) and he said that he didn’t want to undress in front of everyone in the living room. It made sense to me. I grabbed a towel off the rack yet stayed in the shower stall.
After I finished drying my face, I saw that my mom was now standing in the tub fully clothed. She was holding a dishtowel and was rubbing my fathers nipples uncertainly. I noticed that her nails were perfectly manicured. He turned his head to her and reached for her hands tenderly. I felt awkward seeing this. Not embarrassed for what they were doing, but awkward in the sense that they should be alone. I brought the towel back up to my face, not wanting them to know I saw anything. I then realize that I had showered with my glasses on and they were covered with water drops. I took them off.