Dream Journal
I was sitting near an ice rink watching a game of hockey with Steve and Carmela Soprano. Between periods, the three of us went out onto the ice. I grabbed Carmella’s hips and could feel her hip bones. Then we were lying on the ice and I pulled her pants off. She whore no underwear, and I chided myself for not being similarly prepared.
I left Steve’s brother’s house so that I could go get Damon. I walked a shortcut through the neighborhood which took me through a condo parking lot. I noticed there were birds nesting in little holes in the side of the condo. I went over and shooed the birds away, placing blank index cards into the holes to keep them from returning.
I picked Damon up in my car, and drove back the way I came. I turned into the condo parking lot and encountered a lot of traffic as I weaved around the building. I had to drive around a car parking in the middle of the driveway.
At the same time another car was also driving around the parked car, and we almost hit each other. The other driver threw her arms up in anger, but she quickly realized that it was neither her mistake nor mine and smiled at me.
It was now night time, and Damon asked why we were driving through the condo parking lot if we weren’t going in. I told him that I wanted to look at something: the index cards were still where I had put them, and that made me happy.
We continued on to Steve’s brother’s house. Once there, we sat in the living room with Steve, his brother, and his brother’s wife and kids. Damon looked around at the art on their walls and out their windows asking questions that I answered. Steve’s brother’s family stared at Damon in silence.
Themes: Steve
I was standing in a large field in the pouring down rain late at night. There were three cars on the other side of the field: a woman drove the lead car, and two men drove the training cars behind her. Someone to my left said that this was the men’s first time driving, but I told them that they men had already taken their tests: this was their celebration.
The lead car moved forward and the two training cars, side by side, followed. They swerved left and right for a little bit, and then showed off for the little crowd that had gathered. They did some large laps around the field, going in between some of the spectators.
I was sitting hear the edge of a giant umbrella, and then was holding a large umbrella of my own. Depending on the direction I tilted my own umbrella, I could make some very pretty patterns with the rain. As the cars went under the large umbrella, one of the drivers, Robert, looked right at me and I was happy.
They came around again and the drivers were walking, holding their own umbrellas. Robert walked right passed me and touched my cheek tenderly, making me smile. I wanted him to stay by me but he moved on.
Then the announcer called a Russian name and my own; it was our turn. I made eye contact with the Russian girl, and she nodded once then jumped up. I started lacing my shoes and told myself that we could do this.
Themes: Robert
I was sitting in a car in the parking lot with Steve when a man walked by. After he had passed I rolled down my window and called his name — it was a very unusual name, and he had to have known I was calling to him. I was shocked to see him because I knew him from high school and told Steve so.
The man made his way back to my car, and I introduced myself with my maiden name and told him that we had gone to high school together. His eyes went wide with recognition and he laughed at our chance meeting.
I pulled two tickets from my purse and told him that my mother had sent me these as a memento, but that they really had belonged to him and I wanted him to keep them. He didn’t look too attached to the tickets, but he took them and thanked me. Then he said he had to go and was sorry he couldn’t stay long.
Themes: Steve
I was with a large group of people, and the leader pulled a card from his deck to determine what we would be doing next. We flew to Hoonah, near Juneau.
We were in a large museum, and we came across a witch who told us about the many scary things we would encounter during our adventure. “Something bad was coming,” she said, as she pointed toward a wall as the means of our escape.
We pushed on the wall but nothing would open. The group leader pulled another card and a door materialized and we barely escaped whatever bad thing wanted us. Then we were all sitting in a very hot and sunny location, each of us losing our clothes one by one until we were all naked.
We all wanted some sleep, so we lied down but there wasn’t enough room to lie without touching someone else. I ended up between Jami and another girl. After some rest I got up and walked around, restless: I wanted to find the next thing to do.
Jamie was leaning up but holding her hands across her breasts. I wondered why she was being so modest when everyone else was similarly naked. I was unashamed of my nudity. Most everyone was lying on their stomachs, and I could see between their legs. Everyone looked the same.
The leader found another card that said he would get a million dollars and be transported home. When he was gone, everyone was very upset that he got to go and get a whole bunch of money. Everyone was also upset that he took the cards with him, leaving us stranded naked where we were.
Then I turned around in the middle of the Juneau general store, said goodbye, and kissed a girl. It was a long, passionate kiss. I pulled my knee up around her and pulled her head closer so that I was almost in a dip stance. She sucked on my tongue until it hurt, until it felt like she was trying to bite it off.
I wondered about the dog, but knew he was going to be just fine sleeping on the floor of the store. She left.
My parents, Melissa, and I were going somewhere and there was a lot of mud. The roadway had flooded so much that someone had erected three-foot stone walls on the road shoulder to keep a path dry-ish for walking, but the water was threatening to spill over the wall.
We walked carefully and tried not to disturb the water, sticking to the driest places we could, but when we reached our destination our feet were soaked and muddy. We stopped at a small house to change our shoes and socks, and we saw something on the floor inside the house. I couldn’t tell what it was, but mom told me to hurry changing my socks and get back outside.
Once outside, I repacked my bag and watched Melissa pull out brand new dresses, costumes and shoes: a whole bunch of stuff she had bought on the trip. Some of her new things were wrapped in plastic and flattened like cardboard.
I told her that not everything would fit in her bag, but she didn’t care: she loved the new outfits she had purchased. She put a few of them back into her bag, zipped up and was ready to go. As my parents started out I told them to wait. I went behind a table where I found all of Melissa’s old clothes and some of her new ones that wouldn’t fit into her bag: she had stashed them to leave them behind.
I pulled the clothes out, handful after handful, angry that she was being so wasteful. I wanted to throw them into the flooded road, and started to do so until I realized that my parents had paid a lot of money for them and they would be very hurt if I did that.
My mom told my sister to pack all of it, but she couldn’t fit it all into her bag and she was very snotty about it.
I was on a yacht with Melissa and another girl. I sat down hear the failing to eat and dangled my feet over the edge. I’m not wearing any shoes but the other two girls are, so they stay away from the edge so as to not drop their shoes into the water.
Other people arrive in a small boat and I go down to help them. I held the tether with one foot in the boat and the other on the dock. They all got out of their boat an headed up the dock. I was annoyed that everyone had left me to tie up their small boat. I tossed the rope I was holding up to the railing where I had been sitting and tied it off, proud that I had remembered how.
Then I was in an upstairs room getting dressed, wondering what to wear. Peggy Hill — from King of the Hill — had a huge fight with her husband Hank. She decided she would wear her wedding dress to the party, but she would alter it first. From the top of the stairs I could see she was beautiful in her flowing white dress and wind-tossed hair.
Her wearing the dress was a symbol of her independence from Hank. I knew it irritated him, but he didn’t know what to do about it. I went back to my room and was unhappy with my dress options. A friend came in wearing a long sating slip dress, and I wondered if that would be too informal.