Dream Journal
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