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