Dream Journal
I had arranged a sort of high school reunion and old classmates were showing up a few at a time. Wanting to relax and just watch everyone interacting with each other, I sat next to Bryce. He turned to me and buried his head in my neck. I felt something wet and asked if he had just licked me. With his head still in the crook of my neck and shoulder he giggled and then bit me playfully.
I got up and walked across the room. One long side of the room had a bed on it, but the bed was just as long as the wall. I realized that the huge bed was made especially for orgies, and that I had unknowingly invited my high school class for an orgy.
Themes: Sex
I had checked into a hotel and could see the large windows of each room/cabin lining the foyer. I was told that the upper floors of the hotel were reserved for upperclassmen and, as a freshman, I would have to remain on the ground level.
I dropped my stuff off in my room and sneaked upstairs to see the areas in which I was not allowed. I sneaked into one unlocked room and found myself standing before a large wall divided into wooden cubicles. The wood was very expensive and nicely polished. I started planning on how I would arrange my stuff in the cubicles when I heard the room’s occupant open the door.
Themes: Hotel
Steve was very excited and told me that he was writing me a story for Christmas, a Ford story that had me in it. I asked why he had to tell me now instead of waiting until the time came to give me this present, but he was too excited about writing the story to realize that he had just ruined the surprise.
Then I was in the Ford / Hydrogen Guy crossover story. There were a lot of dressed up superheros, but I didn’t know any of them and was pretty confused. The Tick was there but was white instead of blue. There was a big penis as well, and I knew it was Steve’s because he was the one writing the story. Steve was nowhere to be found.
I was with a large group of people and we had been split into groups of two or three. Each group was tasked with designing a storefront window. I was grouped with Danielle and we went into her studio in Girdwood to work on a concept for our window. Her studio was clean and spacious, the perfect environment for creativity.
The man in charge of the group announced that he was going to Anchorage with one group and judge their window design. When he was done there, he would be back to judge ours. I felt panicked because his trip to Anchorage and back would only take five minutes, and we needed more time to design our storefront window.
Danielle sat down at a drafting table and wrote furiously on a pad of paper. I knew it was a good idea to get something down on paper, so I, too, grabbed a pad of paper. But I could think of nothing to write.
We had to get out of Girdwood immediately. We jumped in my car, Melissa got in back, and I drove back towards the exit. The main exit was blocked off with a toll gate, but my car was able to squeeze under the gate. I got halfway out and decided that sneaking out this way was wrong, so I backed up and went back inside. I could see a line of cars being directed by men in military garb. The line went through a hole in a chain link fence.
I waited and waited to join the line and finally had to cut someone off to get in. Once in the line all of the vehicles disappeared and everyone was shuffling at an excruciatingly slow pace. I knew I should have gone under the gate when I had had the chance.
Michael had brought me home to meet his family. I went to the kitchen to help his mother and sister with the big family dinner. The two women were very crazy and would not stop yelling at each other. I wasn’t sure if they even noticed my presence.
I grabbed two large bowls of food and brought them to the dinner table. His father, brother, and uncle were standing in front of the television holding drinks and laughing at something one of them said. They turned toward the dinner table, smelling the food, and moved closer.
I went back to the kitchen for some more platters of food, and on my way back to the table Michael stopped me by putting his arm around my waist. I looked up at him, he was very tall, and he leaned down and gave me a very sweet and gentle kiss on the lips. I closed my eyes and got lost in the kiss. I sighed.
Themes: Michael
I was in my mid-twenties and in Homer. Sitting on a stool next to me was a female midget. She had wrapped her arms around herself and looked quite traumatized and withdrawn. She had been on my father’s fishing boat earlier that day, and I wondered what had happened to her.
I left Homer, and when I returned I was still in my mid-twenties, but everyone and everything else had aged five years. I had been gone for five years but I hadn’t aged. The female midget was now a mother and had a lesbian midget partner who asked me if I knew a particular midget in Fairbanks. She was described as always wearing flannel shirts with the sleeves cut off. I did not know this particular lesbian midget, but I thought that her description could have applied to all of the lesbians and the midgets in Fairbanks.
I entered into a different room and found Melissa sitting on the dining room table. She was beautiful, taller, and older than me since I had not aged while I had been gone. I ran up to her, crying, and threw my arms around her. I told her that I had missed her terribly. Crying, she said that she had missed me as well.
I noticed that Melissa was wearing a red, white, and blue striped shirt. A friend of hers walked in from another room also wearing red, white, and blue stripes. I knew that these matching costumes had important symbolism. Looking down, I saw that I, too, wore red and blue stripes separated by thin white stripes.
I turned to the midget and told her that her baby is my dad’s. She looked shocked, but knew that I was right. She left to confront and acknowledge her past.
I was then sitting in the middle seat of a minivan that was driving towards Homer from far out East End Road. My father-in-law sat in the passenger’s seat. He was very skinny, perhaps too skinny, and divorced from my mother-in-law. So much had changed in the five years I had been gone, yet I had not changed at all. I wondered if I could still call him ‘Dad.’
An imposing looking man in black stood before six vampires. He may have also been a vampire, but he was definitely in charge. In one quick movement he broke the necks of the three vampires standing on his left. In another quick movement he ripped out the throats of the other three vampires.
As the six lay convulsing and gurgling at his feet, though still very much alive, he turned to the three with broken necks and told them they ought to be thankful that he had only broken their necks.
I held my newborn baby who was as small as a doll. I loved her very much and as I held her I realized that I didn’t have a baby bath for her. I considered bathing her in the sink, but decided it would be too risky. I held the baby on her back supporting her neck with one hand and her butt with the other. I felt horribly unprepared for this baby. My mother was there and told me to not worry and that it would all work out.
I was a small child at a carnival filled with electronic and virtual reality games and rides only. I went onto a virtual reality motorcycle ride with a girl who was slightly older than me.
We sat down on physical motorcycles much like those at an arcade and put the virtual reality goggles on. The game started, and our bikes rose up off the ground. We flew our motorcycles through the carnival grounds, weaving in and out of the different booths and games and people.