Dream Journal
Michael had gotten the cam working at his parents’ place and had stayed up until everyone was asleep so that he and I could share webcam feeds. He looked cramped, as if the computer was positioned between the edge of a bed and some glass counter display. After a bit of chatting he excused himself for the bathroom and I sat back on my bed.
I, too, was visiting a family relative. I lied down on the bed, curled into a partial fetal position that I knew he could see through the cam. Michael got back to the computer and smiled at me looking sleepy. He stood up and peered over his computer monitor at the bed and asked me to move over to his bed:we were in the same room.
I stood up and he embraced me. He then picked me up and cradled me intimately like a lover. I put my head on Michael’s shoulder and kissed the smooth skin of his neck and gave him a little bite. He sighed.
Then he and I were out shopping. We wandered through clothing stores and he went to one wall and grabbed a pair of cute, brightly colored shorts. He turned to his right to show me the shorts but I had moved on and was a ways away to his left. Michael held the shorts up to me and I nodded my agreement to try them on; I would agree to try anything on if he had asked.
He kept looking through the clothes and I kept walking away from him when I walked into an Employees Only door. Jake held up a large, heavy-duty men’s jacket with short sleeves. He and his coworkers and I laughed about the silly short sleeves, and then Jake thought it would be even funnier if I tried it on.
The jacket was so huge on me that the short sleeves covered my wrists. He then brought me a nicely tailored blue women’s running jacket, the shape and color of which I just loved. But I knew it would be one size too small, and when I tried it on the arms were much too small.
I was then sitting in the back seat of Jake’s car with he and his sister in the front seat. He was having a lot of trouble getting the car to start: it would turn over but not catch.
His mom, who had been sitting in her car next to us which also would not start, went inside to try to convince her toddler to come out and start the cars. She was a genius with cars, Jake told me, and she was the only one who could ever get his car started. But she refused to come outside.
After a lot of pleading she finally came out of the house, leaned over the open hood, and emitted this horrible high-pitched squeal that lasted much longer than I would have liked. But almost immediately both cars started fine.
Themes: Michael