Dream Journal
A photographer took my picture and needed to take Ryan Derry’s photo. We were deep in a forest, and the photographer wanted to get higher above the treetops to get the sky and mountains behind him in the picture.
The photographer and I climbed up a level and Ryan looked up onto it. He said that he wouldn’t go any further. He pointed to a tiny smudge of red on a leaf and said that his dad had fallen and cut himself there just yesterday.
I sat at a piano with a 5-year-old girl, and she asked me to teach her a song. I showed her where E is because that was the starting note of the song, then realized I should show her C first. When I showed her C, I realized that I showed her the C above middle C, giving her no frame of reference.
Feeling I was making it too complicated, I told her to try and follow me. I slowly played Three Blind Mice an octave above her and had her copy me. She soon gave up copying me and just plunked around.
I let her plunk and moved to the recliner chair next to the piano. Matt was already in the chair, but there was a bit of room on his right and I slid in sideways. The chair was only meant for one person, and I was sitting on top of him more than next to him.
My right knee slid over his thigh and my breasts pressed against his chest. I knew that he could see down my shirt, so I leaned forward to cover my chest with my head, and I held my bra in my mouth.
I could tell I was having quite an effect on him and I did what I could to inadvertently arouse him more. I leaned in closer to tell him something, making sure he could see far down my shirt. I mentioned how easy it was to press into his groin with my knee, demonstrated, and he rearranged himself.
I leaned over him and passionately kissed him then leaned back. He kept his eyes closed.