Dream Journal
I came into semi-consciousness and could see three white airplane hangars a few hundred yards away. The hangars looked very much like military buildings. I could also see my room and bed; the hangars appeared to hang over the corner of my bed, like a double-exposure photograph.
I held in my hands the dream from which I had awoken. It was a soft spherical shape slightly larger than a basketball. I went over the to buildings and put my dream in the first one. I knew that the dream was safe there and filed appropriately.
Someone I knew had a stockpile of edible creams and liquids and needed to get rid of them. I was in the kitchen washing my hands when someone handed me a bottle of glow in the dark edible paint on their way out of the apartment and said, “The other two are just finishing up with the rest of it”.
I found this very suspicious, and went to my closed bedroom door. I opened it and saw my husband lying naked on his back diagonally on the bed while a woman, fully clothed, gave him oral sex. They were using the products that the friend brought. I said, “What the fuck!?” and the girl ran off.
I hit B on his chest and beat him with my fists. I sobbed and sobbed. I could not believe he did that to me. I want to physically hurt him. I screamed at him and told him to get out.
I rode in the passenger seat of a car while a man drive; the steering wheel was on the right side of the car. The car had a bench seat, and I scooted closer to him. I tenderly kissed his cheek, then the corner of his mouth. He tried to pay attention to the road and his driving but kisses me back.
I sucked on his lip a bit and he did the same to me. He turned his head completely toward me and puts his tongue in my mouth. His tongue is blue, skinny, and about six inches long. I was excited to have his tongue in my mouth; it was my first non-human french kiss.
I wondered how my tongue felt to him in his mouth.
Themes: Aliens
I was staying at John’s house in Anchorage when someone knocked on the basement door. It was late at night, very dark, and raining outside. I opened the door and saw a mailman - I recognized him. I stepped outside under the porch roof and talked with him a bit. I laughed at a few things he said and knew that I was flirting with him.
He asked if he could stay there that night because his car broke down and he didn’t have any place to stay. I told him that this was my brother’s house, and I would have to ask him. I invited him inside and told him to wait downstairs while I went up and asked John.
When I got upstairs, John was drunk and laughed about a mailman being in his basement.
Then I was driving a large van full of happy children.
I stood in the middle of a high school cafeteria with Ryan Derry. We are both much older than those around us, and much more confidant; we came to pass out fliers to the students at the high school.
The students sat at small round tables like those found in a coffee house. I saw Melissa and Marquella at a table on the other side of the cafeteria and make my way towards them. I sat down and noticed Melissa had a nose ring. I thought it looked really good on her, and wondered how she had slipped it past our parents.
Marquella left the table. Melissa and I finished our lunches until she had to go back to class.
B and I were taking part of a contest where all the individuals were split into groups of four. B and I went ahead and the other two members of our team would meet up with us.
To start properly, we needed a boat. B and I headed to the harbor and started up my dad’s boat. We prepared for a short trip. I stood in a building next to the harbor talking on a white cordless phone with Damon. I can see the harbor and the boat through a large window.
B came up behind me and took off his boots. I asked him if he would tie the boat up because I had realized we had forgotten. He turned to leave but turned back to tell me something. I interrupted and demanded that he tie the boat up NOW because it is floating away. He understood and bolted out the door to get to the boat.
I leaned out the window to get a better look and told Damon on the phone to hold on. I jump out the window into a ledge with the intentions of jumping onto the boat before it drifted away. I was too late.
Later, we were both on the boat floating toward the beach.
Themes: B
I was walking up to the house with two brothers (not mine) and on my way passed a small garden with yellow crops. The lawn next to the house had large yellow patches as well—there was not enough water for all this vegetation.
The younger of the two brothers went in the basement door and the older went in the upstairs door. I knew they were angry at each other. On my way to the upstairs door, Lacey decided to climb through an open, non-screened window.
I was then inside sitting on the couch with the older brother on my left, the younger brother standing to my right, and Katy Stevens sat in an armchair to my left. We were just hanging out in the brothers’ basement having a good time. The older brother pulled me closer and put his head on my shoulder.
I crossed my legs and my pants pinched my legs. It was very uncomfortable. The older brother kissed me on the lips, and then stood up and announced that he would return shortly.
Everything is yellow. Katy is wearing a yellow flannel nightgown; the younger brother is wearing yellow jeans and a yellow shirt. He leaned over me like a child grown too large to sit in a parent’s lap and kissed me tenderly on the cheek. I know that he likes me and is jealous of his brother. The older brother - now B - returns with a yellow blanket. He draped it over the both of us and wanted to pool it at our feet. I didn’t understand, but I didn’t stop him.
He then asked me when the last time he changed, meaning his clothes. I didn’t know. He said that he wanted to make sure it was recently, because he wants to sleep with me. All of a sudden I am alarmingly confused. Sleep with me?
Themes: Sex
I was in a small dinghy headed towards a giant helicopter the size of a small aircraft carrier. A man helped me on board, and then it turned into a boat. It was a beautiful sunny day and I stretched out on my back on deck. I closed my eyes and felt the wonderful sunshine and soft breeze over my face. I was perfectly content.
The helicopter/boat dropped me off in woods with a younger boy. We followed a path to a small gate that led to a cleared area. I asked him what it was for, and he told me that we were supposed to lead wild animals through the gate for poachers.
I didn’t want to have wild animals chasing me; I was scared they would hurt us. But we had no choice.
I was in a large dressing room of a second hand clothing store. The room was really much more like a large living space. I was trying on many pairs of pants - I had a huge pile. I tried on some orange ones just like some that I own; only these didn’t have any stains on them. I was trying to decide if they were worth buying or not, when two girls around the age of 10 entered and talked with me for a bit.
I knew other women were waiting to try on their clothes, and because the other dressing rooms were closed down, I was hogging the only one available with my stack of pants to try on.
Halfway through my pile, the manager comes in and informs me that he had come up with some other rooms to use as dressing rooms, and, as a consequence, I could no longer be in the large room. I took my pile of pants and found that another line had formed for the other rooms: I had to get in the back of the line.
After a long time, a friend and I went into the two available rooms next to each other. Her mother followed us and gave opinions on the outfits we tried on. When we were done, my friend had to go exchange something and left me with her mother.
Her mother started crying like a little girl the moment we were left alone. She was drooling and mumbling nonsense. I was frightened, and couldn’t decide whether to stay with her or go find my friend.
When my friend saw her mother, she immediately screamed for someone to call an ambulance. Her mother needed to go to the hospital - apparently she has episodes where she goes insane. If we didn’t get her to the hospital in time, she would die.