Dream Journal
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