Dream Journal
It was the day Michael was coming to visit me. B and I stopped by my mother’s house and while they were chatting in the kitchen I sneaked into her room.
She had storage drawers underneath her bed, and I opened the one directly underneath her pillow. Right on top was the black lace bustier I had put away. I pulled it out, stuffed it into my bag, and turned to leave when I realized I had seen something else in the drawer too.
I reopened it and saw a large, neat stack of lingerie I had bought and then gotten rid of without ever wearing. As I touched every piece I saw myself wearing it. When I came across a brightly colored short satin slip with matching panties in the center of the pile, I remembered looking and feeling really great in it, so I grabbed that too. Way far in the back I saw a pair of jeans and wondered briefly if I could fit into them again. I didn’t have time to pull them out and check.
Back at home, B sat on the couch watching television and Michael was upstairs with me. I hugged and kissed him, excited to see him, and knew we had to get out of my apartment without getting caught.
I started down the spiral stairs and kept Michael on my side away from B’s line of vision, but soon the stairs turned so that Michael were directly in his line of sight. I pushed him to my other side again, and I tripped a bit which caught B’s attention.
B looked up and saw Michael’s head peeking out behind mine, and asked if it was Damon. We were near the bottom of the stairs and I pushed Michael down the hall where he couldn’t see him and told him it was Damon, and that we were going out.
I followed Michael down the hallway and he told his parents we were leaving. He had brought his parents to visit me, and they had brought some dogs. The three of them went out to the car and as I was going out his dad ran back in to get something for one of the dogs; he said we couldn’t leave without it.
Finally we all made it to the car which was small and black. As Michael’s parents climbed in the back seat, B climbed in between them. Michael was standing outside the passenger door stooped over to get in but stopped when B got into the car. B was excited to go on this short trip, and sat with his hands clamped between his knees to contain his excitement. I told him, with no explanation, to get out. He was sad that he didn’t get to go, and once he got out of the car Michael smoothly slipped into the car so B wouldn’t see him.
After Michael’s parents settled in again, their three dogs jumped in and I told B that there wasn’t any room for him anyway. I drove off.
Michael’s mom wanted to stop at some little mini-mall groupings that she though looked cute, and I had to explain to her that it was all that made up the tiny town of Fox. I stopped the car for her and she looked out at the tiny buildings, not believing the entire thing was a town.
Michael put his hand on my knee.
I sat with a friend on a boat that was floating on a river in the jungle. I held a snake out to a man standing on the shore and tried to convince him it was a deadly snake and that he should be afraid of me. I wanted him to leave us alone.
The boat floated away from the man, but the current took it around a small island and back around to the man standing on shore. I held out the snake again but he called my bluff and reached out to grab the boat.
The current changed and took the boat off away from the man on shopre, but he jumped into the water after us. As we were swept away I felt something bumping on the bottom of the boat. I knew he had come after us. I put my hand into the water underneath the boat and felt smooth skin. Was it a seal? A sea lion? I was scared.
Lacey was in a swim race at the Homer Pool. I stood on the edge cheering her on, the only dog in the race. She swam her laps like a pro and pulled ahead at the end for a close win. I was so proud of her. I toweled her off and we headed to the locker room to change.
I was at my parents’ house and had to urinate. When I got into the bathroom in the basement there was a lot of poop in the toilet. I went to the upstairs bathroom and there was more poop in that toilet. The toilet in my parents’ bedroom had even more poop in the toilet. I decided I could wait and wondered if it was my dad’s doing.
It was the middle of the winter and B’s family was staying in a cabin. There were seperate beds for each of the family members but none of the rooms had doors. Jayme and Judy sat huddled together underneath many blankets and said that they were cold. Jayme thought that the cabin wouldn’t be so cold in the summer.
I put on a dark green corset and two necklace things that wound around my waist. I had some trouble clasping one of the necklaces and asked B for help. I stood in the bathroom and he helped wind the necklace around my waist and down the side zipper.
I knew I looked stunning, and asked him if he liked it. He stood behind me looking at me through the mirror, silent for a long time before finally saying he did like it.
Then the shower head spring a leak and sprayed all over the bathroom. He kicked the plug with his foot and it turned all of the water off. His dad still hadn’t fixed it.
Themes: B
I started a voice chat with Michael will B was in the same room. I expected B to get upset or look up but he didn’t pay me any attention.
Then I was sitting in my office at work. Michael had his computer set up in the very back corner of the building where an old coworker used to sit.
I snuck up behind him and moved to kiss him in the soft hollow between his ear and jawbown, but he ducked away from me. He looked around guiltily and said, “Not here.” He then resumed whatever he had been doing on his computer.
I was in a house with B and a woman when we heard a big thud and stuff crashing onto the floor in another room. We ran into the room and found a big impression in the wall where something large and heavy had been thrown at the outside of the house. We heard another sound from the other side of the house and found the same thing.
We went into another room and something large was thrown at the outside wall. This time it almost came all of the way through and I could see it was a person. There were a lot of people throwing themselves at the walls trying to get inside, to get to the three of us.
After many of them had thrown themselves at the house there were many holes they could reach through. I was very scared.
One girl smashed most of the way through the wall and then crawled through a large hole she had created. The edges of the hole scratched at her skin until much of her flesh was torn off. I then knew she and the rest of the people attacking the house were zombies.
As more of the zombies came into the house, their flesh hanging from their skin, I recognized a few of them as my students. I thought to myself, “Can’t teach A500 math students A10 subjects. They just won’t get it.”
I finally found a phone, an old rotary, and the other woman dialed 911 while I swung the heavy receiver around hitting the zombies in the room. I yelled at the phone hoping someone at 911 would send help.
I was at a high school hockey game with Michael who sat on my right. My right leg was pressed against him and I linked my arm in his. The arena was huge and packed with people; we waited for the game to start.
My parents stood on the floor down below, 20 yards apart from each other. They both faced left toward an exit and were completely emotionless.
Michael recognized my mother immediately even though she was in her late 20s. I pointed my father out to Michael because he, too, was in his late 20s and I knew Michael would not recognize him.
I leaned closer to Michael because the crowd was loud and energetic. He turned his head toward me at the same time and we kissed very sweetly. I looked up to see my mother looking right at me. I smiled and put my head on his shoulder.