Dream Journal
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.