Dream Journal
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.