Dream Journal
I was in a fellow photographer’s basement. I was staying in his spare room and the next day we would be doing a joint photo shoot. I was getting creepy vibes from him and his basement. I heard him turn on the modem in the other room. I took his computer out of sleep and found pornography on the screen. He came into the room and, seeing the computer on, became embarrassed and apologized.
He was a very hairy man in his late 50s, and I was very uncomfortable being around him. I excused myself to take Lacey outside. When I came back inside he asked when we would be getting started the next day, he was thinking 7 or 7:30. I asked if it could be any later so I could sleep in more, but he said that every hour wasted is an hour of extra work later. I agreed to 7:30.
He stood there staring at me and I occupied myself with my camera and flash equipment. He said that he wanted to find some way to sync both of our cameras. I told him that we could sync flashes, but probably not cameras.
He pulled out a green optical slave trigger and stuck it into a ceiling panel. I went into the other room to get my optical slave trigger, and also to put more space between the two of us. I realized that I had been here before.
The next morning I had breakfast with the man, a woman, and two kids at a table on the beach. The woman and kids were not his family. He stood off to the back, not participating in the meal. The woman divided coasters between everyone; we were to toss them into a pile and I was to go first. I did very well tossing my coaster and could feel him watching over my shoulder.
I excused myself from the table and found a group of three women in bikinis at the beach for a bachelorette party. I gave them ideas of fun things to do.
Then I was swimming up a channel. The man stood on shore watching me, telling me to go the other way back towards his home because that way would be easier. I told him that I had almost made it and would be just fine going the way I was.
I had to go back into his basement to get my equipment. He was asleep on the couch; I tip-toed around him and slipped out the patio door. There was snow all over outside. I trudged through the snow and saw my parents’ car in the church driveway. I jumped in just before they left and Melissa gave me a concerned look, but didn’t say anything.
The car is cramped but I am happy to be away from that man. My dad reached behind his seat and squeezed my knee so that it would tickle. I was so upset that he was touching me that I started screaming at him, which amused him so much that he squeezed my knee more. I bit his hand really hard, but he just laughed. I wanted to cry.