Dream Journal
I was standing on a beautiful tropical beach looking out at the blue sky meeting the blue water. I watched an airplane land on the beach. The runway had been built out of three natural sand bars that ran perpendicular to the beach, one for each of the plane’s wheels. I was impressed by the ingenuity of this - surely there isn’t much room on tropical islands for full airports - but worried about its safety.
Inside the resort, my travel mates were laughing with the staff about having the air conditioning on so high that the inside temperature was 32 degrees Fahrenheit because we were from Alaska.
Lying on my back on top of the blankets, I was talking to someone in the other room through the open doorway. A customer came into the lobby and rang the bell on the desk. I stood up and was straightening my clothes when the bell rang again. I walked out to the counter and saw a man ring the bell for the third time.
I greeted the man, and he reached over to give me a sideways hug. I awkwardly leaned in, not sure why he wanted a hug because I didn’t even know him. The man pulled me in tight, fully against his chest, and proceeded to rub his penis through his jeans.
He wouldn’t let me go, and I was unable to say anything. I looked over the man’s shoulder at my travel mates, Tanci and Tom, who were reading magazines and not noting what was happening. After a bit I was able to move my lips, and then finally make some sound. I said Help too quietly a few times, then called Tanci’s name.
Tanci looked up at me with her eyes wide, and Tom stepped in to yank the guy away and throw him out. I went back to lie on top of the bed and worried about what would happen when the guy wanted to check out and I was there all alone. I wondered why I didn’t do anything, why I leaned in for his hug. I told myself that next time I would have a knife, but I don’t believe it.