Dream Journal
I was running behind Olivia from Law & Order SVU until we were at the scene of a riot or accident. There were a lot of police and emergency workers around. In the middle of all the hubbub were three white cars parked in the snow.
Olivia & I pushed and pulled on the middle car to get it running. We were chasing a bad guy and could go faster with a car. The police officers around us were too busy to notice we were stealing a car, and we hoped we could get the car running before they did. One cop noticed us and came over to make us stop.
B was stuck in one of the other cars; he was involved in the accident. The entire vehicle interior was filled with snow, making it impossible for him to get out. As the rescuers dug B out I kept asking about my dog, if she was okay; she was still in the car. No one answered me about her.
They pulled B out of the car and laid him on the ground next to another guy involved in the accident. Both were unconscious. I ran to B and tried talking to him, but he just he rolled his eyes and groaned. I turned to a rescuer and asked again about my dog, Lacey. He looked at me as if I were crazy and then walked away.
When I turned back to B, a large police officer had his arms around both of the men and had pulled them to their feet. He needed the two men to stand on their feet and walk, but B couldn’t. I rushed up and put my arms around B, telling the cop that I would support him. B leaned hard into me and I almost fell over from his sudden weight. His feet moved awkwardly and he couldn’t get his balance.
I knew B was going to be arrested and was surprised the cop was letting me help B walk; I could have been an accessory and we could flee the scene, for all he knew.
Themes: B
I was walking a friend of B’s out of the building. He put his arm around my waist and I pulled closer to him. We stopped near the lobby and kissed long and passionately.
He was only an inch or so taller than me but extremely muscular. I loved feeling his muscles through his shirt. I reached down to grab his butt; he did likewise.
He had to go, but pointed to a bouquet or large daisies and told me to wear them in my bra before I left. I got dressed completely before I remembered the flowers. I put a blossom in each of my bra cups and left for school.
On the way to school I saw Melissa walking on the side of the road. I picked her up and drove her to the elementary school. She told me all about her new friend.
Themes: Sex
Spongebob found a hot dog wrapped in bread lying on the ground. He was happy about his find and picked it up to eat it. Patrick grabbed it from him and unwrapped it to find a giant staple in the center instead of a hot dog. It could have hurt Spongebob greatly.
I was in a threesome involving B and another girl. We each took turns being the one on the “bottom,” the one to whom stuff was done. I really enjoyed it being my turn, and it was the girl’s turn last.
B was seated over her head and I down by her waist. I looked up and saw B massaging her breasts. I didn’t like that because I wanted to feel her breasts. I reached up and cupped one breast as I kissed her stomach.
She twisted into a very contorted position that put her vagina right in front of me at head level. She used her fingers to spread her labia and I saw her clitoris. I wanted to touch her or lick her, but looked up at B for approval. He didn’t look up from what he was doing, and though I desperately wanted to lick her clit, I didn’t.
I was walking through a mall with a female midget. We looked in all of the stores until I was sick of walking through the endless hallways.
I moved back in with my parents. I was sitting with my mom at the dining room table writing and the midget was downstairs when Rodney came in with a briefcase. He laid the briefcase down on the table and asked if I knew how low my bank account was. I lowered my head in shame and said yes.
Rodney told me that the amount I had spent at college was astronomical and unacceptable. He said that the spending I did weeks ago is still affecting my account and I was losing money daily. I told him that I had gotten confused and sidetracked with my midget friend. I had spent a lot - too much, really - on her. I was not going back to college.
B and I were living in a dorm room on campus that had two twin beds pushed together. I thought that we could maybe afford a small apartment in married housing. One of his male friends opened the door; I had just gotten out of bed and was still naked. I screamed, “I’m naked here!” and sat down in a corner behind a dresser so he couldn’t see me.
We had a baby and I needed to change her diaper. I put her on our water bed and removed the diaper: it was full of poop. A block of poop shaped like a stick of butter rolled our of the diaper and into the crack between the mattress and the side of the bed. I picked it up with my hand and hoped B didn’t see it. I knew that he would freak out if he knew, and I didn’t want to wash the blankets.
Themes: B
A man had a lot of female models whom he kept in dressing room type stalls. They were each drop-dead gorgeous and adored him. He stepped into a stall on his left and hugged a buxom blond. He rubbed his hands all over her and she squealed with delight.
I crawled out the dressing room window and into a classroom. I found a seat in the third row and sat as the last bell rang. The teacher, Ms. Browning, handed out our corrected tests.
I got a lower score on the English part of the test than I did on the math part and commented that as long as I did better than the girl next to me then I did great.
Briar sat two seats away and said that I was her gauge: as long as she did better than me, she was happy. I told her that I was better at numbers and she was better at words.
I was naked from the waist up. My breasts were large and rested on the desk in front of me. Ms. Browning bent over my desk so that her nose was inches from my test. I put my hands over my nipples. She asked if I was ashamed of my breasts, and I told her that I didn’t want her to have o stare at them that close. She stood and I crossed my arms over my chest.
I was driving my small car with B in the passenger seat and Lacey in my lap. It was night time and the roads were pretty snowy. I drove down a hill and tool a left turn too fast. I hit the guardrail with the passenger side and flipped the car over it.
The car landed in the ditch upside down. I was still holding Lacey. I asked B if he was okay as I unclicked my seatbelt and fell to the car roof. I crawled out my door and B crawled out his window.
I climbed over the guardrail back into the road and wondered aloud why we flipped over the guardrail. A guardrail is supposed to keep a car from going over it. I stood in the middle of the road and a group of teens walked my direction to help however they could.
Themes: B
I stood in our parking lot waiting for a friend to visit. To pass the time and to not look like I was waiting, I washed the El Camino. I pulled off its fenders while my mom stood behind me and asked if I was nervous. I asked her why I would be nervous, answering her question with a question of my own to avoid the answer.
I went inside to use the restroom. I was on my period and was bleeding a lot. I stood up, pulled up my pants, and was in the process of flushing the toilet when my friend opened the door.
He said that he opened the last door at the end of the hallway, assuming that was my room, and it was the bathroom. I was embarrassed that he saw all that blood, but he continued to stand in the doorway. I led him into the hallway and looked up at him: he was really tall, at least 9 feet.
We talked a bit more and then went into my parent’s living room. Most of the seats were taken but we were able to find spots on the couch.
My entire family was sitting around the room talking. At a lull in the conversation I introduced him to the group as Henry. I pointed around the room and listed everyone’s manes for his benefit. There were more sister-in-laws than usual, and I embarrassingly mixed up a few names.
I noticed my brother Marty wasn’t there, and finally gave up on naming everyone. The individual conversations resumed and I thought about how boring and irrelevant it all was. I considered asking Henry if he wanted to go into the basement, but knew that if I did we would probably end up making out.
He scooted closer to me and put his head in the crook of my shoulder very affectionately. He really liked me and I enjoyed his cuddling.
I was about to masturbate and grabbed a soccer ball to assist. I briefly considered a basketball, but realized that it would be too rough. B came into the room and almost caught me. I scooted lower into a small cubic space and tried to reposition my legs so that I could continue.
I gave up on the soccer ball and approached him. I pushed him hard onto his back and forced him to have sex with me. He started to say something, but I told him to shut up and pressed further into him. The next night he was getting ready for me to take him again. I climbed into the passenger seat of a convertible and waved to him as we drove away. He looked very sad, which made me happy to make him wait.
A police officer drove me to Kelli’s home. I went down a staircase to her basement. A spider made of different precious jewels was on the wall in the stairwell; it was eight or ten inches long. It moved and scared me.
Kelli was in her basement kitchen boiling eggs in a giant vat of vinegar. The vinegar was stinking up the place. I asked her why she was doing that now, and she said that they are very yummy. She tossed in a large handful of eggshells, which she said would make them better.
I was in a three story mansion. A female real estate agent showed me all through. It was evening and there were few lights on, so the house was quite dark. It was completely furnished with antique-looking furnishings, and felt a bit creepy.
The house was worth $250,000. The agent told me that she had worked out a nice and easy mortgage for us. I asked her about the down payment and closing costs because B and I didn’t have enough money saved for this large of a home.
She told me that she worked it all into the loan and our monthly payments would be less than what we were paying on our apartment. We didn’t have to worry about a thing.
I found B’s stash of pills. I wanted to try his Motrin 800, so I dug around in his bottle looking for the bigger of the two white pills.
I found one, and when I pulled it out, it was over four inches long and scored at every inch mark. I held it in front of me and wondered how I would ever swallow such a large pill, but I was determined.