Dream Journal
I was at the grocery store during the after-work rush so there were a lot of people there shopping in a hurry.
I needed to find some bullion, but the shelf was empty where the bullion was supposed to be. I wandered around looking for where some bullion might have been moved as well as looking for a stocker to ask about the bullion, but could find neither.
I finally found three glass cruets on a shelf filled with bullion, only it was light and fluffy like sage. The cruet was topped with a thin metal oil spout. The bullion had not originally been packaged in the cruets, but one of the employees had poured the bullion into the cruets from a larger container. I wasn’t sure if I could trust it.
Themes: Market
I was involved in a car race in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere. The track was icy. After three laps around the track I was ahead of everyone else. I pulled into the pit stop where friends and family were sitting around a bonfire. I sat by my mother who was knitting and Michael who was writing; I ate a hotdog.
I did the last lap on foot, slipping and sliding around the track. I slid into a middle-aged woman in front of me. I grabbed her shoulders to keep both of us from falling; we laughed about it and I went around her, going slow on the icy track. I pulled my car into the pit stop area to find that I had come in 6th place and was the third state to finish. I felt proud of my results for Alaska.
All of the people who had been sitting at the bonfire were getting up and leaving. I slammed on my breaks when I saw Michael walking by and I almost slid past him. He opened the passenger door to congratulate me and I asked if he wanted a ride home.
“Only if you want to give me a ride,” he said.
“I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want to give you a ride,” I told him. He and a friend got into the car. I sat in the center even though I was driving, with Michael on my left and the friend on my right. Michael put his hand on my left knee accidentally and then jerked it back off. He put his hand back and squeezed my kneecap so as to make it tickle. I laughed and moved my knee but he continued to squeeze it and tickle me. When it started hurting I told him to stopstopstop but he wouldn’t.
All of a sudden we saw three police cars pull up to the track with their lights on. I was glad that I had taken the last lap slow and not been one of the top finishers so that the cops didn’t take much interest in my car. I was also glad the three of us were wearing our seat belts because two cops had gotten out of their cruiser and were shining flashlights into the cars. They didn’t look inside my car.
The three of us walked into the basement at my parents’ home. The dining room was set up with many rows of long tables and chairs, just like the basement of the church. There were a lot of people crammed at the center table waiting for dinner.
I went in search of another chair, and when I came back with one from the laundry room everyone had spread out to the different tables. I put the chair I was holding at one of the side tables, making sure to leave the two special chairs at the head of the center table. No one was allowed to use them.
Michael asked me why there were so many tables at my mom’s house. I explained that they were only put out for special occasions. I told him to picture, I did a quick count of my family members in my head and then said, 35 adults and their children over for Christmas dinner. That many people require a lot of tables.
Themes: Michael
It was during the middle ages. I and another, younger, girl had been taken captive. The master had become attached to the girl and told his goons to not harm her. The goons were jealous of his attachment to the girl and spent all of their time making her life miserable, which meant they basically ignored me.
One night I had gone to her cell and found that she had been sliced in two with a sword, right through her belly button so that her legs and pelvis were sitting next to her torso. As I stared wide-eyes, I was told, “The master ordered it.” I wondered what the master would do if he knew.
I watched one of the men go to slice her in half again, down the center of her cheast, and I left not able to bear the thought of her torure. I wondered how much more she could live through. The master later found the goon sitting with a glass of blood. He raised the glass at the master and said, “Look how much we got from her!” The girl’s head laid severed in his lap.
I sat up in a pool of dirty water and felt someone’s arm tight around me. I turned and saw the body of a dead man lying with me. I stifled a scream and tried to move, but the body was heavy and held me down. I saw that we were on the stone floor of the master’s dungeon. I looked back at the body and remembered that he had loved me, and I was probably the reason for his death.
The body started moving; he had come back alive. He grabbed my arm and told me that he loved me and wanted me. I was scared and stood up. He stood with me. His body had been decaying on the flood, but the decaying process was just starting to reverse.
I put my arms around him, still a bit scared but knowing that he wouldn’t hurt me. We kissed passionately and it seemed to me that we were physically connected by his arm somehow, that he wouldn’t be able to remove it from me if he tried.
I wrapped my right leg around his waist and put it on a stool. We were both naked, and I tried to maneuver so that his penis would slide into me. But every time I bent my knees he bent his, moving his penis further fro me.
I was looking for some personal lubrication in a Toys R Us that was having a going out of business sale. I wandered through the aisles of toys trying to find their beauty and health section. When I finally found it, a store employee suggested I try a specific strawberry-scented shampoo. She pulled it off the shelf and handed it to me. I thanked her and, too embarrassed to ask about the personal lubrication, put it back on the shelf and left the store.
I had parked in an empty row and my car was orthogonal to the parking spaces. When I got back to my car, a large truck had parked behind me and two small cars in front of me. All three vehicles were orthogonal to the parking spaces, and the small cars were parked side by side.
There wasn’t enough room for me to back out or go forward around the cars, but it looked like my car might fit in the space between the two small cars in front of me. I inched the car forward and squeezed between the cars, realizing only too late that I wouldn’t fit. As I pulled all the way through I felt the car on my right scrape along the side of my car. I swung around the parking lot in a large circle until I was parked pointing at the car I had just dented.
I got out of my car and a tall, skinny blonde woman got out of the big truck screaming at me. A shorter brunette woman came out of the store and headed toward the cars. I tried to ignore the blonde and saw that the two cars had somehow smashed together. The blonde woman grabbed the bumper of the car on the left, her car, and pulled it away from the brunette’s car.
I yelled at the blonde woman to not disturb the scene until the police showed up. I sat down with the brunette woman to exchange insurance information. She was quiet and very nice; I dreaded having to sit down with the blonde woman. I felt silly that my car had just gotten out of the body shop.
I stood in checkout line of my grocery store and noticed a man lying on the ground a few feet behind me. When I was almost finished paying for my groceries, the man moved in a very creepy way. He stood up and I knew he was not alive; he was a zombie. He focused right on me and started toward me before I ran as fast as I could out of the store, leaving my groceries behind.
I was apparently in Homer because I ran to the church there. There were zombies in the roads and in the church hallways, zombies everywhere. I grabbed someone who wasn’t a zombie and dragged him into the nursery with me. As we got to the nursery doorway a zombie came around the corner and pointed a gun at me.
The zombie shot at, and missed, me three times. I spun around and back towards the nursery doorway only to be faced with another gun. I heard a loud bang at the same time the right side of my face burst into pain.
I froze and pondered the situation as the rest of the action continued around me. I considered that the pain on the right side of my face might be from the noise of the gunshot bursting my eardrum, but was pretty sure that I had been shot. I knew I wouldn’t be much use against the zombies with my face blown off. I wondered if I would turn into a zombie.
Themes: Zombies
I was at my parents’ home sitting in the living room with my parents, B and Michael. I got up and went into the foyer near the bathroom to take some vitamins. Michael came up on my right side as I was opening vitamin bottles and placing vitamins in a glass bowl sitting on the counter. We bumped hips and I looked up at him and smiled.
He reached around me and poke-tickled my side. I laughed and jerked away, but he continued to tickle me. He picked me and tried to cradle me in his arms while he tickled me, but I would have none of it. I squirmed and twisted and was able to plant my feet on his chest so I could push against him. He held on tightly and I was aware of both of my parents and B turning to stare at the man holding and tickling me. I stopped squirming, turned my gaze to meet his eyes, and said in as serious a tone as possible, “Stop it.”
Michael put me down and I turned back to my bowl of vitamins. He remained standing near my right hip, so I turned to him and with a shooing hand motion said, “Go on,” but he didn’t move. I smiled at him again and told him to move; I didn’t want to get in trouble with my parents or with B who sat in the living room watching the television.
He backed away from me a bit and I turned my attention back to my vitamins which had turned into pistachios. Half of the nuts had been shelled but the shells had been dumped back into the glass bowl along with the nuts.
I concentrated on separating the nuts from the shells when Michael came up next to me again and leaned down to whisper in my right ear. He said many dirty things that made me smile. I closed my eyes and leaned my head toward his until his lips were kissing and sucking on my ear. I rummaged through the bowl of pistachios and popped one into my mouth, hoping I didn’t bite down on a shell.
I managed to pull away and quickly headed back into the living room so as to not draw more suspicion from those watching television. I sat on the couch next to B and tried to not grin at Michael when he came into the living room after me. I wondered where he would sit and wished he would sit by me.
Themes: Michael
I was chatting on my computer with Michael who told me that he needed to go take a quick nap in his Jeep to prepare for the events happening later. Knowing he was in the other room, I asked if there would be any time for snuggling in his Jeep before the nap, because if so then I would be interested in joining him.
I pictured us sitting in the back seat, him leaning up against the side door and me sitting between his legs leaning against his chest. He perked up at the idea, and I headed outside to the Jeep for some snuggling and some napping.
When I got to the Jeep, however, B was there relaxing with two of his friends and the Jeep had turned into a boat. I crawled down into it from the dock and asked what was going on. The two guys mumbled something at me but didn’t move from their lawn chairs. B had his back to me and was fiddling with something. I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my breasts into his back and my lips to the small of his neck.
I announced that I planned on taking a nap and lied down on the boat’s deck with my legs draped over B’s legs. Michael came up to the boat and I invited him in. He sat on a bench over my head and looked down at me.
He told me that his sister might join us, and then asked if that was okay. One of the other guys asked what his sister looked like, and I joked that she looked identical to Michael except she wore a different colored tshirt. When she arrived she was moving so fast that she was a bit blurry, but I could tell she looked very much like Michael only in a salmon-pink colored tshirt.
I sat with my mother on my left at her house. We had found a mystery electric tool that had many attachments and we fiddled with it, wondering what it was. I put one of the attachments on the tool and immediately realized it was an electric personal vibrator. I turned it on and brushed it across my lap. I was wearing jeans, but still loved the sensation.
I felt torn between wanting to use the vibrator and not wishing to embarass myself and my mother by doing so. I changed the attachment to something that looked like a painter’s brush. I gave the machine to my mother and told her to try it, not knowing if she knew what I meant. A gay man was sitting across from us, and I could tell he knew what the vibrator was and that I wanted desperately to use it.
I was then wearing running gear, shorts and my workout top, and stood in my parents’ lawn below the house. I knew I was behind everyone running the race, but I was determined to finish even if I had to finish last. I turned away from the ocean view and ran around the house counterclockwise. I was very pleased with how well I was doing.
Themes: Sex
It was the middle of the night and everyone in town had fallen over dead except for my immediate and extended family. The electricity went out and the whole town was eerily silent. We decided that we would be safer and happier at my parents’ home out of town than where we were.
We took torches and went to my parents’ house as fast as we could. I was afraid that whatever had killed everyone else was going to get to us too, but I was also afraid that the dead bodies would turn into zombies and come for us. On our way to my parents’ home we crossed paths with a teenage girl who had survived, and we brought her along with us.
At my parents’ the teenage girl panicked and said that she couldn’t stay with us because then she would know where we were and would be able to lead others to us so they could kill us. She took a square tupperware container with a dirty lid and left us. I was sure the dirty tupperware lid would attract the zombies, but we let her go anyway.
Everyone crammed inside the house and tried to make out some sort of plan. As daylight grew I stayed in the basement and looked out the windows, wondering what or who was out there and how we would survive another day. I watched my mother with someone else and two large dogs walk around the house, and I feared for their lives. I thought that no one would be able to convince me to go outside, even though I know that I wasn’t 100% safe inside. It was only a matter of time until the zombies would be after us.
Themes: End of the World, Zombies
I had been hired to work in the local Sam’s Club warehouse, and part of my job included sales and computer technical support. I was to hang around the electronics department to help customers and answer any of their computer questions.
Electronics were in the furthest back corner of the warehouse behind the cleaning supplies, and so, as a side effect, no customers ever came to the department. As I walked back to my area I passed a black man whom I recognized but couldn’t place. Only when I heard him talk was I able to place him: he was a DJ on a local radio station. He had been talking with two women giving away food samples so I figured he was either there to shop or to do interviews.
When I got to my area it was devoid of customers and slightly darker than the rest of the store. I sat down at an old computer terminal and absently doodled with an old painting program. I had been sitting there a while when the DJ sat down in the chair next to me.
He asked me a bunch of questions and I either answered half-heartedly or nonsensically. I didn’t want to help him and wished he would just go away. After some more questions he seemed adamant in asking, he said, “Let me be straight with you.” He then proceeded to tell me that my test scores were lower than the other two tech support employees, and he had just determined that my attitude was much worse. “Wait, you’re not a DJ?” I asked.
He had been hired by the store for quality assurance and efficiency control. “I’m afraid you are going to have to be let go,” he told me. I couldn’t believe that I was being fired; I had never been fired from any job before. I packed up my stuff and walked toward the store exit. Another employee asked me what was going on, and I raised my arms high above my head and exclaimed that I was unemployed.
I was walking down the side of a road on a dark night. I passed by a shop window and could see a light on in the back. I stopped and saw Michael in a back room sitting in a high-tech gaming chair, presumably playing some games but only Michael and the chair were visible through the room’s doorway.
I stood outside with my hands in my jacket pockets watching him for some time, and then I decided to go inside. So as to not bother him, I moved quietly into a different room and found myself in a storage room with a door to an employee’s bathroom off to the side. The storage room was somewhat lit, but none of the main lights were on.
A tall, skinny woman appeared at the door and turned on a light switch. I knew she was Michael’s business partner and was probably wondering who I was and what I was doing in there, but she didn’t say anything to me.
Without saying anything to her, and without looking or feeling guilty in the least (which I knew she wanted me to feel), I wandered back out to the front. All of the lights had been turned on and Michael was standing behind a counter helping the customers that had suddenly filled his shop.
I walked behind the counter and behind Michael towards the main entrance to leave. I thought he had caught me out of the corner of his eye, but I knew he was busy and didn’t want to interrupt. I was wearing my bright blue heavy winter coat and felt very conspicuous. I put my hand on the glass entrance to leave and turned around. I caught Michael’s eye and held it for a few beats. I smiled at him, which he returned, and then I left the store.
Themes: Michael
Melissa and I stood on top of a large hill looking at a map. I pointed out the path we had taken to get to where we currently stood and we discussed whether to take a different return path or backtrack the way we had come.
I could clearly see on the map that all of the rivers and lakes had frozen over for the winter and was able to verify that by looking out over the valley: all of the bodies of water were blocks of white even though the surrounding areas were a summery green.
We got back into the Jeep and headed down the hill, having chosen to take a new path down the mountain crossing two frozen rivers and one frozen lake. I pressed the gas pedal to the floor and loved the rush of speeding down a hill through thick brush.
As we came to the lake I noticed moments too late that it was not frozen as it had appeared on the map and from the top of the hill, but instead was filled with boiling lava. The Jeep immediately burst into flames, but we were traveling fast enough that we were across the lava before any permanent damage had been done.
I stopped the Jeep and we managed to get the fire out quickly. We turned and looked at the lava rolling through the previously frozen lake, and then Melissa said that we had to get off of the hill as quickly as possible. I looked across the Jeep’s hood at her, and without saying anything more we both jumped back into the car and sped off, the speed being more panicky than fun this time.
The next river we came to was also flowing with lava, but I was able to prepare for it because I could see it for a few miles before we came upon it. I told Melissa to hold on and gunned the accelerator. At one point halfway across I was sure that the Jeep would be pulled under, but we just barely made it to the other side of the lava river.
We got out of the car and continued on foot down a large staircase almost as steep as a ladder. I led the way, holding on to the both railings and skipping as many steps as I could while not getting hurt. I yelled a comment to Melissa about how running from boiling lava had cured my fear of steep stairs.
Themes: Melissa
I was standing in Michael’s bedroom with Michael and one other person. After exchanging a bit of dialog the other person left and closed the door, leaving myself and Michael.
It was midday and there was a lot of light streaming through the window. I got onto the bed and crawled under the blankets, feeling nice and comfortable. Michael started tidying up around the room; I could sense that he was feeling very nervous. Hoping to calm him down, I reached out my hand and invited him into the bed with me. He declined and continued cleaning.
I scooted closer to the left side of the bed and became aware of my nudity just under the blankets. As he cleaned up near that side of the bed, I closed my eyes and concentrated very hard on looking content and inviting. I heard him stop and knew he was standing right over me. I smiled slightly as he bent down and gave me a very tender kiss on my lips. I kissed him back and, taking full advantage of his altered center of gravity, pulled him down onto the bed.
We rolled around on the bed a bit while kissing, my arms wrapped around his neck. Smiling at me, he said that he really needed to get up and keep cleaning. I pointed out that it was too late as he was already under the blankets with me, and we both laughed.
He reached above my head and turned the web cam away from the bed and then fingered the collar of the t-shirt I was wearing. I was surprised to see that I was wearing a t-shirt, but knew that it was one of his old band t-shirts now faded and soft. I didn’t want either of us to get out of the bed.
There was a very large television sitting in the headboard just below the web cam, and all of a sudden it turned itself on. I saw a head shot of an old lady who proceeded to nag Michael about his room not being clean. After saying a few choice words to the old lady, he grabbed the remote and turned the television off.
We sat up and, while each of us were pulling on our socks, he made a comment about his mother, the woman on the television, being much nicer back in 1963. After a few moments of silence, I asked him if he really was born in 1963.
“You are older than my oldest brother, who was born in 1969,” I told him. “I hadn’t realized.” He looked at me very seriously, and I realized that if he had been born in 1963 then he wouldn’t have remembered anything about 1963.