Dream Journal
A female coworker with a lot of long, curly blonde hair and I decided to have lunch together. We went to Don Jose’s, a Mexican restaurant, where we met Damon and Beth. We sat at a table with Beth directly across from me, Damon beside her to my left, and my coworker to my direct left. The waiter took our order and quickly returned with Damon’s and Beth’s food. I looked at my wristwatch and noticed that it was 11:30 am. We had chatted our lunch hour away and were now late without getting any food. I caught the waiter’s attention and requested that our food be brought to go immediately. He left and I realized he thought I meant my and Beth’s food.
I then saw Beth spread a red-brown viscous liquid over her huge plate of food. She proceeded to shovel food into her mouth - she was concerned for my being late. I gave up on the waiter bringing our food and left with my coworker. Walking down a long, dark hallway, she becomes my husband - though our relationship in the dream is purely friendship - and we are now on a horse. At the end of the hallway, we go through a secret passageway into the CEO’s office. He is in the middle of an important meeting and is quite upset at the horse.
Now separated from my coworker, I am the male. I go out onto a balcony high above the ground. In my mind I see the very tip top of the building’s roof and the large antenna resting atop it. I have thoughts of putting my female coworker up there and never letting her down. There are feelings of fierce competition and slight hatred towards her. I hear someone coming, and jump over the balcony railing, catching myself on a piece of wood, and hide underneath the balcony floor, believing it is her. Instead, it is a male friend wishing to discuss her with me. He saw me hanging under the balcony and helped pull me up.
I walk into the central area of the building that looks like the mansion. The area would be the large foyer, or grand hall, perhaps. I am now the female, and am sitting in the center of the room watching the male approach. I pull him down on top of me and begin to passionately kiss him. I reached down and grabbed his erect penis. In spite of our previous viciousness toward each other, he responded well until I mention that a servant monkey - like the ones from the Wizard of Oz, and just as evil - was watching us from the curtain-covered balcony. He looked up just in time to see the vested monkey duck back behind the heavy red velvet curtain.