Dream Journal
I was sitting in a booth at a restaurant with my parents looking over the menu. I sat across from them, my mother at my right and my father at my left. I faced the entrance and all of the other patrons were behind me.
I had been to this restaurant a few hours earlier for appetizers with two friends, and the waiter told us that our meals were free because of the appetizers we had chosen. So I had brought my parents to the restaurant for some good, and free, food.
We had placed our order with the waiter when two women — they were possibly waitresses, but definitely worked for the restaurant — entered the main area of the restaurant and began interacting with the patrons. Only these two women were completely naked.
One of the women sat down at our table on my parent’s side. My father had switched places with my mother so that he was to my right and she was to my left, placing the naked woman directly next to him. She was very chatty and perhaps a few years younger than me. She wasn’t acting sexy or talking about sexual things, but instead was a very pleasant woman.
My father leered at her and we heard an announcement over the loudspeaker above the tables reminding the customers that touching the women was strictly forbidden. My father, acting drunk even though he had not drank anything save water while at the restaurant, leaned over the woman and asked her if he could fondle her breast. “Better yet,” he asked, “can I fondle your mama’s breasts?”
The naked woman looked worried and couldn’t get away from him easily. I told him to knock it off and sit back, which he did but not before grabbing the naked woman’s wrist. She got a panicked look in her eyes. I stood up and, coming to the other side of the table, pulled her up and away from him. Only his grip on her wrist was solid and he wasn’t going to let her go. I pried his fingers off of her wrist and ushered her into the safety of one of her coworkers.
After watching them go into the back to make sure she made it to safety, I turned back toward our table and yelled at my father. I pointed fiercely at him and demanded that he behave himself. He shrunk back against my mother and appeared to be sorry.
I sat back down across from them disgusted at his behavior. I saw the menu sitting on the table and knew he had ordered the most expensive thing at the restaurant at $998. I was furious that he would try to take advantage of first the girl and then the restaurant for providing a free meal, so I got up and left.
On my way out I passed through a hallway with an modern open lounge area at one end. In it were a bunch of people in their early 20s sitting on the couches, laughing and having a great time.
The naked woman who had been assaulted by my father was sitting on one couch, still naked, and quite enjoying herself. It seemed that she hadn’t been affected by his behavior at all.
Themes: Dad