Dream Journal
I was at my parents house when my grandparents announced that they had spoken with a realtor and intended to sell the house within the next week. I was panicked at the thought of my parents losing their home and I had nothing to wear.
I ran into Melissa’s room and pawed through her closets, but there were so many clothes strewn about on the floor that I couldn’t find anything.
I went into my mom’s room and opened up her closet. She had a huge closet with tons of shelving space that went from the floor to the ceiling. She had all kinds of clothes, colors, and sizes organized magnificently.
I looked through her large section of clothing patters and then moved on to the rest of her clothes. I picked out a very nice knee-length straight periwinkle blue skirt and a sheer white top that fit me perfectly. I looked professional and feminine, and I felt ready to meet whatever the day held.
I went into the grocery store at night. I wandered through the produce section and admired all of the shiny and colorful vegetables.
I stepped up to the customer service desk and put my plastic bag on the counter. The woman behind the desk was short and looked grumpy. I pulled out of my bag a loaf of sliced bread that was very moldy. She scanned it and looked at me.
Then I pulled out of the bag a pair of scizzors. They looked fine, but there was a large sticky clump of something on the back side of one blade. I was afraid she wouldn’t take them and explained in great detail why I didn’t want them. She scanned them without a wokd and offered me cash in retrun.
Relieved that my return went so smoothly, I had a bounce in my step when I walked out the door. I stepped not into the parking lot as I had expected but into a dark cave.
I followed the cave deeper into the earth and heard some men chanting. When I came upon them I saw they were monks in the middle of a secret ceremony. I watched them for a while and realized they were no different from the catholics.
Themes: Market
I had brought Michael to work with me. There were a lot of people in the office and he got pulled into helping
someone in the back while I dove into my work out front.
I could crane my neck awkwardly and see Michael, but there were a lot of people between him and I, and he had become absorbed in his work. After a while I got up from my desk and made my way toward him, traveling against the flow of people.
Then I saw him in the crowd and reached out to grab his hand before he was swept away by the flow of people. We stood there, all of the people moving around us, holding hands as I stared into his eyes.
Themes: Michael
I hurried to get to class. Showed up and it was Jazz Band: I was early, but I sat down at the piano and started dinking around when Mr. Searle handed me some sheet music. I looked around and saw that Ryan wasn’t there and because I was sitting at the piano I was to fill in for him. I was worried about having to sight read all of this music, but figured I would give it my best.
After band class I made my way to my second class. There were only a small handful of people in the class, and we all stood in a small room. When class started, I looked up and saw Michael come into the room and move to the front of the class. I dropped my gaze to the floor, slightly embarrassed that I had not known he was teaching the class.
He explained to everyone what we would be doing today, and how we would quickly and effortlessly get down the mountain. I looked up and caught his eye; he was not surprised to see me in his class.
Michael handed every person a large round piece of fabric. We were to hold onto our fabric pieces a specific way as we jumped off of the mountain.
At the top of the mountain, I could see the beauty of the mountain range for many miles. I briefly wondered how we had gotten so far up the mountain in such a secluded area.
I stood and watched the people before me jump: they fell only a short distance before they and their piece of cloth disappeared. When it was my turn, I jumped and almost immediately found myself at the bottom of the mountain. The piece of cloth acted as a transporter.
Back at home, some evil people were coming to kill an older volunteer, Meg. I still had my piece of cloth, and decided to use it to jump down the small canyon and escape the evil people. Meg, Melissa, and I ran over to the edge. I told them both to grab on to me and we jumped.
When we jumped, Melissa’s hold on my arm was not firm enough and she let go. I tried to grab on to her before Meg and I were transported, but I was unable to grab her. Once on the ground she was nowhere to be found.
After making sure Meg was safe, I went back to my room at my parents’ house and fell into bed. I slept and had a very long and upsetting dream. When I woke, I went into the computer room and, lying on the piano bench underneath some blankets in the middle of the room, checked my email.
I saw that I had an email from Michael. This piqued my interest as I had not gotten an email from him in a very long time. I saw that he had copied out the dream I had had the night before and, highlighting one specific spot, said that I had yelled that exact line in my sleep the night before.
I could remember mumbling in my sleep, but not that I had yelled anything, though I wasn’t surprised. Then the door opened and in walked Michael. He walked around me and I, continually turning so I could see him, told him that I figured I had yelled something in my sleep.
He sat leaning against the arm of the couch, his legs stretched out. I reached over and grabbed his arm, putting my arm between his and his torso. I knew I shouldn’t be touching him, but it was nice to do so. I was happy to see him again, and I smiled.
I reached into my closet and pulled out a short, green denim skirt. I pulled the skirt over my long, bare legs, put on my red tennis shoes, and went out for a walk.
I walked down the sidewalk for quite a ways. I made a sharp left at an intersection and bumped into Michael, almost bonking foreheads. We laughed about running into each other and talked for a bit. He decided to turn around and accompany me on my walk.
We walked side by side for a long while in silence, enjoying each others’ company. When I got to where I had been heading, Michael went inside with me. He pushed me onto a couch, pushed up my skirt, and sucked on my clitoris. I orgasmed.
I was in a clothing store with B. He was wandering through all of the racks and picking out tops and bottoms that he thought would look good on me. After we had our arms full of clothes, we wandered toward the back of the store in search of a dressing room.
We walked down a hallway, the end of which opened up into a church sanctuary. There were a few people up near the stage practicing a musical number, and we asked the sound guy if there was any place I could try on the clothes. He nodded his head and pointed to a door at the back of the sanctuary.
B and I went through the door and found a classroom with four doors, two leading into the sanctuary and two on the opposite wall. I closed all four doors and removed my clothes so that I could try the new ones on.
Naked, I gave B a giant hug. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I wanted to have sex with him but remembered that we weren’t supposed to have sex for two weeks according to my doctor. I reached between my legs, pressed hard against my clitoris, and brought myself to orgasm.
When he let me down, Judy opened one of the doors and came into the room carrying a large basket. Beth was lounging on one bean bag and Judy sat down on another. I found a pile of pillows and lied down.
Judy showed us the many dildos and vibrators or various size, shape, and color she carried in her basket. She was selling them and wanted us to buy some. She handed Beth and I each one, and we tried them out lounging on our pillows and bean bags.
The vibrator Judy had handed me wasn’t doing much for me because it wasn’t strong enough. I didn’t want to tell her this though, so instead I told her that because I had just orgasmed I probably wouldn’t do so with the vibrator.