Dream Journal
I was in a department store dressing room trying on a black bra with square cups that weren’t covering me properly no matter how much I adjusted it. I pulled a white lace covering over the bra and liked that, but the bra just wasn’t fitting well.
Jeff was drunk and lying with his back on my stomach. Giggling, I pushed him until he was lying next to me. He leaned over and kissed me, and then I pushed him away and told him no.
I was then lying in bed on my right side stroking a large erect penis. Steve’s breathing became heavier and heavier from behind me. The penis was unattached in front of me.
The phone rang. I jumped up to get it and see the clock reads 5 am. Rachael was on the phone being bubbly and excited. I pretended to be awake, yet want to complain about her early phone call.
Rachael is on the beach with her sisters. I turn on my computer and look at her webcam. She and her 3 sisters are very cute in their bathing suits. I didn’t have the energy to hold the phone to my head and had a hard time aligning the speaker with my ear, so I missed half of the conversation.
Then I was walking down the beach toward Rachael and her sisters. I looked out over the water and saw three men walking on a sandbar barely under water about 100 yards into the ocean.
Rachael told me the men were from a band shooting a music video. The men jumped into a speed boat to shoot off into the distance, but steer poorly and drove right into some trees. Rachael pointed out a camera on the cliff behind us.
Rachael told me that Love INC was closing because they were bankrupt. They had a funeral for Grant because he was dead to them for messing up and volunteers wrote epitaphs about him for the newsletter. I knew it would only be a matter of time before the organization closed.
I was then standing in a line against a wall. I move down a bit so that I am in between my mother and Misti, then sit up on the tiny ledge behind us. The woman coordinating the event barked at me to get down because the ceremony was to start and we needed to look perfect.
The curtain on the other side of the room opened and President Bush appeared standing near a dessert table. He thanked us for a job well done. One by one, we each walked up to the table to get a piece of dessert and then go sit down.
President Bush put a small spoonful of melty ice cream my bowl. I wanted to ask for more ice cream, but saw that there was very little to go around. Using the small pickle fork provided, I scooped three or four pieces of fruit into my ice cream.
On my way back to my assigned table, I realized I still had the serving fork. I wondered if I should return it, but realized that I shouldn’t after it had been on my plate.
I sat down and saw the woman after me had five slices of fruit arranged in a large circle. I wished I had thought of that.
Two young girls were lost. They wandered around holding hands in the dark for a long time when a woman asked if she could help them. They declined the woman’s help and said that they would be fine.
The two girls weaved their way between cars in a parking lot. A man drove up in a white van and rolled down his window. He leaned out and asked if they needed a ride. The girls looked at each other and, knowing the man in the van was their kidnapper, accepted a ride from him.
At home, the two girls were in the backyard pool with their father, uncle, and grandfather. The men were very happy to have the girls home and sent them to bed. The men stayed in the pool discussing the girls’ return and the lantern they had brought back with them.
The dad wanted to throw the lantern away, the grandfather wanted to open it, and the uncle was sure there was some sinister powder inside and it shouldn’t be opened.
They argued for a while and didn’t notice another man, dressed in a nice suit, walk into the pool. He grabbed the floating lamp, turned it on, and tossed it to the other end of the pool. He was electrocuted.
I was sitting in my parents’ living room reading a magazine on the couch. The sun was streaming through the large picture windows facing me. B sat on the ottoman between my parents’ chairs, perpendicular to me.
B was on the phone with his dad. He told his dad that we had gotten back together, that I was completely head-over-heels for him. B was so happy and excited. I turned the pages of my magazine stoically, pretending to not listen to the phone call.
Themes: B
I was sitting at my desk at work and heard a lot of noise coming from across the hall: there was a high school graduation going on in the auditorium, and many attendees were screaming in excitement.
Standing outside the door, I wished I could attend and be as happy and excited as everyone else, but the door was closed and I had to work.
I walked down the hall to the bathroom. There were four stalls on my right, three of which were occupied. I pushed open the door to the last (handicapped) stall and saw the toilet had no seat on it.
There were three women already waiting for the three stalls, so I walked to the other side of the restroom and the second set of four stalls. There was a large crowd of people waiting for these stalls, and every stall was full. When one door would open, someone would push through the crowd to be the first one in the bathroom.
There was no order on this side of the restroom and no line; it was chaos. Men and women both pushed and shoved for a stall while children hollered at each other. I was jostled around a bit and, with my full bladder, decided to try the first side of the restroom. It was now just as crowded as the second side.
I left the restroom and went outside. I found my high school friends sitting on logs near a cold campfire near a small lake.
I sat on a log next to KatiAnn and made a joke about the bathrooms and everyone laughed. KatiAnn looked aroundat the burnt area to my right and the lake to my left, and said quietly that it was the last time to happen like this.
I realized the graduation ceremony had taken place here and not inside. I wondered what the burnt area was for. Everyone sitting around the cold campfire was very solemn, thinking about the past and the changes of the future.
I realized that my joke had been very inappropriate in the current mood. I hadn’t realized it was a serious moment and felt bad for my joke.
Themes: Toilet
I walked out of my bedroom, down the hall, and stepped into a large group of religious people. I pretended to be saved and grabbed my dad’s hand to bring him up front with me so I could be baptized.
I wore a white bra underneath a white top, and knew that I couldn’t be baptized in a white t-shirt: I needed a different top.
I went back to my bedroom to change and found Briar lounging in bed, reading a book propped up against a ton of pillows. The bed was decorated very richly, and a servant was painting her top white blanket a very light and silvery blue with a small paintbrush.
I couldn’t find anything to wear. Marty offered me his burgundy choir robe. I put it on and lined up with the others getting baptized.
We had to jump into the baptismal and play dead before getting out. Floating on our stomachs with our arms out for a few seconds symbolizes Christ’s death for us.
Themes: Dad