Dream Journal
I was with some other kids my age in a large mansion. We were all dressed in Victorian-style clothing. I had been here before visiting relatives, and through it had been many years I still remembered where my favorite game was. I pulled it out of the cupboard and started setting it up.
I had to pry tiny red and blue pegs the size of nail tacks out of tiny holes. The game was similar to chinese checkers but was much more complicated, involving over one hundred pegs and different types of holes.
I looked up and a girl was standing one level above me. I followed her through the house and when I returned to the game board all of the pegs had been removed and separated in perfect preparation for a new game. Instead of just the red and blue pegs I had remembered, there were pegs of all colors of the rainbow.
We were then standing with a group of adults who were talking. We stepped to the side so us kids could talk at our leisure.
Steven stood to my right side and leaned in very close so he could whisper in my ear. At first what he told me was funny, but then it became very intimate. I could feel the warmth of his breath and his lips brushing my ear ever so slightly.
His fiancée Megan stood in front of us with a big silly grin on her face. She did not understand what was happening and acted quite childlike. While his lips kept kissing my right ear he poked Megan in the stomach with his finger. She laughed too loud.