Dream Journal
The high school band class was arranged into a giant L-shaped seating arrangement. I found my way to where the other tuba players were sitting and tried to grab a seat. Rachael from work was sitting in one of the chairs. I wondered why she was sitting there because she didn’t even play the tuba.
I asked her to move down one seat so that I could sit down. She moved but another band member immediately filled the seat. I asked her to move down again, and again the empty seat was taken. She wouldn’t give up her seat, so I went to the other side of the arrangement to find a seat.
On the other side sat Karen from work. She was the center of a growing group of people, talking about her weekend. I wondered why she was here because she wasn’t in the band and was moving away in a few days.
I tried to ask her to move and give me her seat, but I couldn’t get Karen’s attention. I finally found a seat, but realized I was still wearing my prescription sunglasses. I made my way to the conductor’s table, where my eyeglass case was sitting, and exchanged my sunglasses for a special pair of prescription band glasses.
I accidentally grabbed the conductor’s glasses, but they didn’t fit. My special band glasses were smaller than reading glasses and made of a very thin, very expensive metal. I pushed them up my nose as far as I could and was able to make my way back to my seat. I wondered how I would read the music with my skinny glasses sitting so high on my nose.
I stood in a trench in the floor. It was three feet wide and too long to see the end. There was a bunch of machinery in it that encouraged me to travel down the trench.
When I got to the end, the machinery stopped moving toward me but kept working. From below the machinery it pushed some credit and identification type cards. They moved as though on a conveyor belt, disappearing under me and reappearing below the machinery.
I picked up one of the cards, a black one, and saw that it had my name stamped onto its surface. It was my debit card. That made me realize that all of the cards going past me were mine… I had brought my purse into the trench with me, but must have lost it along the way. I started grabbing up all the cards that came by, but then the machinery stopped.
I was dismayed that I had lost a lot of my cards, though couldn’t remember how many I was supposed to have. I turned around and saw B standing at the edge of the trench. He leaned down and helped pull me out of the trench. There wasn’t much floor space where he was standing, but he sat down against the wall and I sat straddling his lap.
He pulled me closer and I could feel his erection through both of our jeans. He told me that he had missed me. I pushed closer to him and orgasmed, causing him to orgasm. We had our heads turned in the same direction - to my right.
Themes: Band