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.