Dream Journal
Melissa and I had driven hundreds of miles to a friend’s mansion and we planned to walk back. With an extremely long hike ahead of us, I tried to consolidate my two backpacks into one so I could carry my stuff easily. I packed on water bottle and went to drain the second when I realized I was so incredibly thirsty that my throat hurt in a burning, scratching sort of way.
I refilled my bottle in the bathroom where the sink is covered and opened like a grand piano: a piece over the top opened left to right, and a piece over the front that pulled up.
My companion, now a male instead of Melissa, checked on my progress. I stood up and was at least half his height. I reached my arms up like a child and he stooped to pick me up. I bent back down and placed my water bottle on the ground, then jumped into her arms.
I wrapped my legs around my torso. I felt so close to him; he was my lover.
Themes: Melissa