Dream Journal
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.