Dream Journal
I was sitting in a large hallway kissing an older woman. She pushed me away briefly and I asked her what she wanted.
She told me to go back to my room and put on a cap-sleeved nightgown and mumbled something else. I told her that I didn’t own a cap-sleeved nightgown, and in fact didn’t own any type of nightgown whatsoever. When I told her that I did own a slip-like chemise, she said that would be acceptable.
I asked her what else she had said I should get from my room, and she repeated that I needed foot powder because my feet stunk. I looked at my naked feet and wondered what was wrong with them because I’ve never had problems with them before.
I walked into my lavish room and found my roommate going through her closets. She seemed distraught and afraid of getting caught by someone, but she wouldn’t tell me who or what it was about. I wondered if I could grab a chemise and some powder from the bathroom without her asking any questions. I sat watching her for a while before I got up and left.
I went down a different hallway and ended up following my old pastor and his wife. They wandered through a beautiful room brightly lit with huge windows, and I quietly turned away.
When I found the area where I was supposed to meet my companion, there were three couples I knew from Homer surrounding the area within plain sight and I didn’t feel comfortable knowing that they were there.
I lied on the couch while Jake, Rebecca’s husband, was in the kitchen. He came over to me and lied down with his head on my shoulder and his arm around my stomach. We talked and laughed for a little bit when he pinched my right nipple. I laughed, and the doorbell rang.
I got up to answer the door and there was a non-native-English-speaking woman asking about having a piece of jewelry made for her. I asked her, “Rebecca or Elizabeth?” She, not understanding, just nodded her head so I repeated my question. Again she nodded.
So I told her that there were two sisters who made the jewelry, they were named Rebecca and Elizabeth, and I needed to know for whom she would like to leave the message. Jake stood looking over my shoulder, and the woman walked away.
B was taking Lacey outside to go potty. He put her leash onto her collar and then walked outside onto the deck. He pulled up on her leash very tightly and pushed her over to the edge of the deck.
Thinking she was going to fall off the deck, she flailed her legs and tried to get away from the edge. B pulled up on her leash further so most of her weight was hanging from her collar and pushed her back over to the edge. He held her up by her leash while she struggled to not fall.
I stood watching all of this unable to do or say anything to him hurting my dog.
Themes: B
I stood on a curb in the evening when a 50s-style car drove by. I watched it go and saw its license plate move up into the car as another place moved up from the bumper to replace it. Then it changed again to yet another license plate. Finally it rotated back to the original license plate, and I wondered if it was a mob car.
I was lying on my back on the floor of a bedroom and B was lying on his back on top of me. We both lied extremely still so as to not admit that we were having sex. I didn’t want him to know that I knew he was inside of me.