Dream Journal
I was in a large home with long, white, sleek lines and uncluttered spaces. The home was occupied, but had spacious areas with no furniture or wall hangings or items. Evening was fast approaching as I wandered through the house’s hallways.
I came to an open door and saw my old friend Holly in the room. This was her bedroom, and was cluttered and well lived in. The walls were painted a very warm color with posters taped up; her unmade bed sat in the middle of the room with a dark earth-toned comforter on top.
She invited me in and I gave her a big hug because it had been a long time since I had seen her. After the hug I left one arm slung around her shoulders. She was shorter than me, her head come just above my shoulder.
We laughed as I looked around her room, then she tilted her head up at me and kissed me on the lips. We lied down on her bed wearing only our underwear. She sat up and I helped her remove her sports bra. She lied back down on her back on top of me. I slipped my tongue around her left earlobe, but it was paper thin and I worried that I would tear it.
I reached up and grabbed her breasts, only to feel that her chest was flat. I figured this had something to do with gravity flattening her breasts, but her chest felt flat like a man’s. Her nipples were hard.
I left her room and walked down the hallway of a large convention center toward the main entrance to a Native Alaskan Arts Fair. Guy stood outside the double doors. I put my right elbow onto his left shoulder as he talked about how excited he was to be there.
I held his gaze for a moment and we knew that we shared a secret, that our relationship was much more than what we were admitting. I felt very close to him even though my elbow on his shoulder looked very platonic to everyone else. I wanted to bury my face in his neck, but knew that would give our secret away.
Themes: Sex
I was in a swimming pool with a lot of other people. I got out of the pool and headed toward the locker rooms to shower and change. I pulled open the door to the ladies’ locker room and saw a lot of boys inside.
The locker room was huge, probably ten times larger than any I had ever been in before. The boys were all part of a sports team, and they were gathered in one area listening to their coach’s instructions. I wandered around the different areas of the locker room but there was no place for me to change or shower.
I asked a few different teachers in charge about where I could change, but they didn’t see a problem with my changing in the locker room. “But there are boys in the locker room!” I kept telling them, but they didn’t understand.
I went outside the building and ran into Grant who told me I could probably use the teachers’ bathroom located in a different building down the hill. It was a bright sunny early summer afternoon and I was in a wheelchair pulling myself along with my lefts.
A boy stood behind me wanting to ask Grant something when Grant turned to find a key to the teachers’ bathroom for me. I turned to the boy and say, “You might as well push me.” He pushes me after Grant but I had to hold my legs up so as to not drag them on the ground because the chair was too low for me.
Grant stopped by Donna Smith who stood with a few other teachers. I told her about the boys in the locker room and she let me use her key. I walked down the hill toward the teachers’ locker room and found all the lights off.
Before I was able to unlock the door, Rachael came around the corner of the building and asked me if I knew anything about the letter she held. She told me the letter was from Grant. She pointed to a power outlet on the wall and its cover falls off, revealing four red pansies which were also from Grant.
She read the letter aloud to me. In it, Grant said that they had had a great thing but it was time for them to part ways. He told her that he was very sorry about all of this, they had had some fun times but it was best if they parted ways.
I told Rachael that it sounded like he was breaking up with her. Which confused both of us because they were never romantically involved.
Themes: Toilet
I was kissing Michael. He put his tongue in my mouth and I bit it. I knew he liked it when I bit his tongue.
Themes: Michael
B had asked me to play Counterstrike with him and his teammates, Jason and Bruce. Instead of sitting at the computers to play, we were all inside of the game. We stood in a parking lot across the street from a tall building. The street was dark and smoky, the sky cloudy, and all of the buildings were dark metal.
Our team had been assigned on defense this turn, and we hid behind vehicles in the parking lot. B The offensive team was positioned in the tall building across the street. The other team had the advantage since they could see us from their elevated positions. They fired shots and we jumped behind a van to wait out the gunfire; two cars around me exploded.
We had to keep moving while cars around us exploded. B stayed right with me, protecting and guiding me because it was my first time playing. He pulled me behind a large semi that was around the street corner.
B held a weapon that looked to be a cross between a spear and a rocket launcher. He moved very close to the semi so that the other team couldn’t see him, and he had me stand further back so I could see the other team in the building. He held out his weapon above the semi and told me to keep watch and tell him when his aim was good.
When his weapon was pointed right at the other team, he fired toward the building and the entire building exploded. The game was over.
I turned around and we were in a subdivision with cute houses and white picket fences. The smoke had cleared and the sun had come out. Bruce stood at a BBQ with a frilly apron on, surely his wife’s or his mother’s, and flipped a steak over on the grill.
Themes: B
My high school band was performing. I showed up at the school in my uniform with my blue cummerbund and was handed a stack of free admission tickets for my family. I rushed out to give my family the tickets but found them already sitting in the audience; they had paid to get in.
The band was all set up in the commons area of the high school instead of on stage. I made my way to my place with the rest of the percussionists at the back of the band and found all of my equipment set up by the big fish tanks.
I knew that we were starting soon but I didn’t know what to do with the tickets. I looked to the sophomore tuba player for help, but his eyes insisted I get ready to play. I looked to Ryan who started playing the bells. I wasn’t ready.
Themes: Band
I walked into an office and sat down across the desk from a crisply-dressed woman. She asked me a few questions and then went into another room to gather some items for me.
As I sat at her desk I took in my surroundings. There were two other desks off to my left sitting at random angles. The furniture was high quality and the employees were all very nicely dressed. As I pulled my feet up onto my chair so that my chin rested on my knees I thought how nice it would be to work in such an office.
I noticed the nameplate on the far desk had Michael’s name etched into its smooth, black surface, but no one sat at the desk. Michael was leaning over the desk closer to me helping one of his coworkers. He had not seen me yet. I wondered if I should say something or wait until he saw me. He looked up, we locked eyes, and he smiled.
Michael finished quickly with his instruction and came over to my chair where I was waiting. He sat down in the empty chair on my left and we linked pinky fingers.
The woman who had been helping me returned with a form on a clipboard. Michael turned the form over and proceeded to write paragraphs in French. When he had finished he read them aloud; I did not understand the majority of what he wrote, but the woman seemed to.
Then I was in a small Otter airplane coming from the snow-covered Alaskan tundra. I hopped out in front of the airport wearing a short and pleated skirt. My mother commented on my choice of attire, indicating my bare legs and below-zero temperatures outside, and I reassured her that I wouldn’t be outside for long and my legs could handle a little bit of cold.
Inside, I was pleasantly surprised to find the airport fairly empty. I dropped my two large duffel bags onto the long conveyor belt and they kept getting caught as the belt turned a few corners. The woman behind the counter was Barb from the Post Office Bulk Mail section, and she was impatient to get me through. I handed her my papers and she stamped them with a round, red stamp.
I walked briskly toward my terminal when I saw Kate Kuhns from high school standing by a large bay window. I gave her a big hug and asked where she was headed. When she told me she was going to France I was excited that we would be on the same plane.
We continued down the hallway and ran into Jane, another old classmate. As we chatted and caught up I realized that I had forgotten my cell phone charger. I opened the cell and saw the battery was at half.
I dialed my mom so I could ask her to bring the charger to me before the airplane left. Then I realized I had also forgotten my iPod and its charger. I made a mental check of my bags in case I had forgotten anything. The phone kept ringing.
Themes: Airplane/Airport, Michael
I wandered into a bathing suit store and was looking through their selection. The store’s owner came out from her office and told me that she would not be selling me any suits. I asked why, and, pointing to the people standing around me, she explained that we were in trouble with the law and she had been instructed to not help us one bit.
We looked at each other and shuffled out of the woman’s store. After the shop was closed, we sneaked back in through the ceiling and took as many bathing suits as we could grab.
We ran out of the building and to the shore. We were on a rocky island small enough for only one town. We jumped into the water with our stolen bathing suits and had a wonderful time. I swam with Michael who held me very tenderly.
The group decided the best way to fight the injustice of the island city was to throw stones, rocks, and boulders into the water surrounding the island. We would jump in with the rocks and the rocks would pull us under the water. We all thought it to be a marvelous plan and carried it out perfectly.
But when the rocks fell on Michael and me, they pulled us apart. He struggled to reach my hand as the weight of the rocks pulled us down. We wanted to be together.
Themes: Michael
B and I were attending a wedding reception. We walked into the large banquet hall and saw a lot of beds around the hall’s perimeter. Thy were set up to allow the guests to spend the night like a big slumber party if they chose to party hard and late.
After the festivities B and I lied down on the large bed we had chosen. I snuggled into the crook of his arm and noticed a couple by the doors who only had a metal hollywood frame to sleep on, no mattress and no blankets. They were perched uncomfortably on the frame but looked as though they were enjoying themselves. I could tell that they loved each other so much that their sleeping arrangements didn’t matter.
There were more couples who wanted to sleep than there were beds. We invited the couple with only the mattress frame to share our bed with us and another couple. We slept in the middle between the two couples.
I leaned up and kissed B on the neck behind his ear. I nibbled on his ear and wanted to have sex but he pointed out that we would draw attention to ourselves, especially with two other couples in the bed. I rolled over and, sitting up, straddled him. His penis slid into me and I concentrated on being as still as possible and letting him set the pace so as to not draw attention from the others.
I was then watching B and I from a small distance. Then the action became cartoonized as it zoomed in on our pelvises engaging in a sex illustration. After he climaxed, the illustration turned back into reality and I rolled off of him very content.
I saw the couple who had previously been on just the hollywood frame and thought they must be cold without any blankets even though they looked happy. B and I had two blankets and a down comforter, so I pulled the comforter off of us and offered it to the other couple. They were grateful.