Dream Journal
I was at a slumber party at Dooce’s house and my father was dead in her basement. We had a fun time in her clean and bright house, even though we knew we would have to deal with his body before the visit was over.
The children’s room was also in the basement, but appeared to have been originally intended to be a separate apartment. The space was very large and included two separate bedrooms and a kitchen.
I told Dooce to sit by Dad’s body while I finished packing up the car; he was to be packed into a small bag last.
I was then with a man running through urban streets at dusk. We were running away from someone, and the streets were packed with people. A man was running after us.
We ran out to the Spit and at it’s end he caught my arm and shoved his knife near my armpit. My companion stopped running and turned to look at me. I twisted and wrenched my arm free before he was able to cut me. I knew that the man was after my companion and not myself, and we took off running.
Themes: Dad
I stood near a river with Eric from That 70s Show. Donna stood on the opposite bank of the river and both she and Eric walked into the water toward each other. Donna wore a beautiful white wedding gown, and Eric wore an antique lace gown. I feared the antique lace would be ruined by the water. Just before they met in the center of the river Eric turned and looked at me.
I plopped down onto a love seat next to Hyde. My left hand tucked under his arm and grabbed his erect penis. He placed his arm over my shoulders under my neck, and I told him to at least put his arm behind me. He moves his arm as I suggested and used his other hand to grab my right breast.
Themes: Sex
I was watching public television. I saw a black woman sitting on a white man’s lap; she was facing him and had her legs wrapped around his waist. The camera showed the couple with a tight shot and only from mid-torso up. I knew that she was his slave and the story took place in the American South.
He took off her shirt and I looked away; I knew that I shouldn’t be watching. I looked back and saw that her breasts were very small but also very lumpy and deformed. I watched him lean down and pull her black nipple into his mouth.
I glanced away and glanced back. He was sitting back up and was chewing something in his mouth. I wondered if he had bit a piece of her breast off and was eating it. I then wondered if that was why her breasts were so deformed.
I orgasmed.
Themes: Sex