Dream Journal
I walked up to a couch on which a handful of my male high school friends were sitting. I sat down with B on my right and Bjorn on my left. Ryan was standing and talking to everyone on the couch. He knelt down in front of me and asked if he could give me a hug. I agreed, and then he said that he shouldn’t because he didn’t want to embarrass me.
I reach my hand down and covered my tuft of pubic hair, lowering my eyes, as I was embarrassed to be sitting naked in the midst of these boys. But Ryan meant my breasts, and then loudly declaimed, “World peace,” as though my breasts were the source of such peace.
Themes: Ryan