Dream Journal
I watched Matt as he squeezed through a small hole into a dressing room to try on a shirt. After he got through, he noticed that the dressing room connected to the bathroom - and the bathroom had a working door.
We were then starting up the stairs when I turned around and he grabbed one of my breasts. We had been in a relationship in the past, but that had been prior to B. I was facing down stairs and for a second leaned into his hand. But then I remembered that we were no longer together and demanded he let go.
I could see my parents in their rocking chairs watching television. Their backs were somewhat to us and couldn’t see what was going on. I didn’t want to make a scene, so my demands to Matt were quite. When he refused to let go and instead held on tighter, I called for mom to help me.
I was then in a library with my high school French instructor, Alan, and a small group of classmates. There were piles of books on the table; I grabbed one and began skimming it.
Alan was recommending books for each of the students there. Surprised that I was already halfway through the book, I notice that everyone else has sat down except for me. Not wanting to take the time away from my book to get a chair, I perched on the edge of the table and resume my reading while the book recommendation faded to the background.
Themes: Matt