Dream Journal
I was sitting on the couch watching television, and B sat down on other end. He had a huge slice of Chicago Stuffed pizza, and told me that there is pizza if I wanted some. I asked him if there were olives in it, because I do not like olives.
He is silent for a few beats, which I take to me there are olives in the pizza. He turned and looked me directly in the eyes, and answered my question with another: Does it mean something bad that I don’t wear my wedding ring?
Themes: B
I sat with a woman and two men on a bed. The woman had wavy golden hair and was lying propped up with a bunch of pillows. We were laughing and having a great time, when I leaned down to kiss her.
When my lips touched her, they were very wrinkled and rough. I leaned back and saw that she looked more like a mummy than a living human. She was naked but not attractive in the least: her body was withered to skin and bones, and her skin was wrinkled and dark gray.
I didn’t want her to think I was grossed out, so I leaned down and kissed her harder. She wrapped her spindly and ancient arms around my neck, and I reached around to grab her nonexistent butt.
Kelli, I, and another person were driving in Kelli’s Jeep. We were part of a large elaborate scavenger hunt type game. As we pulled up to a small swampy area, we could see the next item required for the game.
We jumped out of her Jeep and made our way toward the item. About halfway through the wet, mucky, smelly swamp we realized that obtaining this item is going to be more difficult that previously believed. We were not going to be able to reach the item, so we turned back to the Jeep.
Standing by the Jeep contemplating how we were going to successfully get the item, another group pulled up beside us. They, too, stared at the item. I wondered if we couldn’t just approach it from the other side of the swamp.
Themes: Kelli
My mother and I stepped into a hotel elevator, the place was very dirty and gross. The floor of the elevator was sloped down away from the door, and a tiny furry creature with a curled nose like an anteater sat on floor staring at us.
I asked my mom what it is, and she said it is a mouse, but I didn’t believe her. He keeps staring at me as I move away from him, holding up my skirt. I didn’t want to admit that I was afraid of him, but I knew that if he touched my legs I would scream.
When we got to our dirty room, we found some fresh, hot pizza had just been delivered. I opened the cupboards above the sink and found a ton of plastic plates and cups, and managed to pull out two matching plates — white with delicate blue flowers — for the pizza.
I turned around with the plates and Jen is there with us. I told her that I am quitting my job, and she asked what kind of job I am looking for. I told her that I haven’t started looking yet, but that I wouldn’t mind working at Home Depot. I quickly correct myself and stress that I had really meant Lowe’s; I wouldn’t mind working at Lowe’s.
She said that they are accepting applications right now, and dragged me down to the store to fill one out. But instead of simply filling out an application, there was a whole process to go through. There was a white room with many people at many desks, two of which were talking to applicants.
In front of me were two model-type girls, but they were just standing around. I made my way to the two women, both my age, talking with applicants, but they told me they were in the middle of helping someone else.
I went back to the doorway to wait, and watched the model-type girls go into the bathroom one at a time, and when they came back out they sat down with one of the recruiters. After the models left and progressed to the next room, I sat with one of the recruiters.
She handed me a clipboard with a yellow application and while I began filling it out, she pulled out a small blue plastic tube, shaped like a tampon, and put it up inside of me. Shocked at being violated in such an unexpected way, I asked her what it was for. She said it was for a test and not to worry. I assumed it was for a drug test, so I tried to forget about it.
I finished my paperwork, handed it to the recruiter who stood up with it and brought it to someone else’s desk. I pulled the blue plastic tube out of me because it really hurt. There were many pieces to the tube, each of which I was sure I did not get back together quite correctly.
When she came back to her desk I held the tube out to her and told her why I had removed it myself, but she just furrowed her brow. She took the tube from me and handed it off to a cute man, also about my age, who ushered it into another white room.
She looked over my application and asked a few questions when the boy came back and told her that I had tested negative for all known substances, but one of the graphs had a bubble in it. I asked him what that meant, and he told me that it was fine and not to worry about it. I asked him if it was a hormone chart, if it meant I could be pregnant, if something could be wrong, but he went back into his lab. My recruiter told me I could proceed to the next room, the room I saw the models go into.
When I got through the door I saw the rest of my singing and performing group. They were all dressed to the nines for a competition. I pulled on my dress and asked Ryan for some help with lacing my black corset. I wanted him to slip his arms around me, but he didn’t. The lacing took some time to complete, but once it was finished I looked great. We won the competition, which meant we got to host the next competition.
We dressed in our finest ball gowns for the next competition, and Cher welcomed all of the new competitors. She had four mechanical arms strapped to her back that spun in a circle that the competitors absolultely loved. They also were very excited that Cher was there.
I was very chipper that morning so I went downstairs to street level and asked the Mayor, who was sitting at his empty desk, if there was anything I could get for him. I rarely asked him if there was anything I could do for him, even though it was my job.
He got up from his desk and headed outside while telling me that I was to find five more Mayors for him. Pull them off the street, dress them up, he didn’t much care. And then he was gone.
I headed back out to the party and went to get myself a drink. One of the tables was filled with pink lemonade and blue lemonade, making a beautiful visual with all of the cups filled with alternating pink and blue drinks.
I noticed a commotion surrounding one of the guests, and I saw that he was very handsome. All of the girls in my group were trying to outdo each other getting him something to drink. He was wearing an expensive grey pinstripe suit and a goregeous silk tie with a pristine white shirt.
I interrupted the hoopla about him and told the girls to leave him alone before they stained his white shirt. He sat next to me and thanked me, re-buttoning his jacket so that the two pink and blue spots on it were better hidden.
We talked at length about many things. I complimented his tie, and he leaned far over the table at me and we kissed. I smiled knowing that I had gotten the man everyone else had wanted. He scooted closer to me and we kissed again, longer and deeper this time.
We were both lying on our backs, and I undid his tie and played with it. I told him about the task the Mayor had given me, and he asked if I had found five yet. Giggling, I replied that I had only found one, but that he would have to put his tie back on to play the part. He laughed.
I was lying in Michael’s bed, falling asleep while curled around Lacey. She turned into Michael, and I wrapped my arms around him tighter. He rolled over onto his back and pulled me on top of him. I buried my face into his neck while keeping my eyes tightly closed. I breathed in his scent and knew I loved him. As he slipped his penis into me, I had an orgasm.
Michael and I were going on a short cruise that departed from the bottom of my mom’s garden. Before the boat left, we wandered through some shops and Michael convince me to buy two bikinis for the trip.
We had planned some on-boat snogging with my new bikinis, but once we got on board we noticed the layout of the boat was too open to allow for any personal special time. We wandered around a bit and finally sat down on a bench. I sat on Michael’s lap facing away from him and he wrapped his arms around my waist.
We had some blankets over our laps, and then I felt Michael penetrate me. I hadn’t expected it, but was happy that we were able to do it with so many people around.
I pulled the blankets further up to our chins as if that would hide us from the other passengers. Holding the blankets with one hand, I grabbed Michael’s left hand with mine and tried to guide it toward my clitoris, but he was fumbling and didn’t understand what I wanted. I had an orgasm before he could touch me.
Then Michael and I were standing in the boat’s large kitchen fixing sandwiches for a picnic and I knew B was in the adjacent room. I tried to keep our voices low so B wouldn’t hear, but I knew that B had heard Michael and I talking about our successful coupling on deck. I didn’t want to confront him about it, just to enjoy the rest of the boat ride with Michael.
I and my son, who was about 10 years old, were running from someone or something. I kept looking behind me as we slipped onto a bus to see if we were being followed. I didn’t see anyone behind us, but that didn’t assuage my fears.
The bus doors closed and I held my son rightly on my lap. The bus headed down a twisty mountain road, going much faster than it ever should have. We came around one tight corner and saw that a major bridge was out. The bus was also somewhat of a semi truck, because as the driver tried to avoid the missing bridge, the bus jack-knifed and fell over onto its side.
As the bus skidded toward the cavern and its missing bridge, I opened a window and threw my son from the bus. Whatever was happening, I wanted him safe at all costs. He flew from the open window and landed in some water pooled in the corner of two perpendicular cliff faces.
From my son’s perspective, I saw the bus continue to slide toward the cavern. I heard something above me, and when I glanced up I saw a small airplane crashing directly on top of me. I dove beneath the water and swam away from the corner as fast as I could.
When I surface, I saw the plane was going to miss me. But then it hit the cliff face nose first, and, as it exploded, the propeller came off of the plane right for me. It sliced through my head three times to make sure I, my son, was dead.