Dream Journal
I stood in a shower in the middle of the office hallway. The spout came from the ceiling, and the floor was tiled around a shower drain. I was wearing all of my work clothes, even shoes, but no pants.
The back doorbell rang, and Jeff emerged from a side door. Annoyed, he asked me why I didn’t answer the door. I told him that I was busy, and also I was not wearing pants. He headed down the hall to open the back door and hollered over his shoulder to me: “Put on some pants!”
Themes: Jeff
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.
I was sitting in a classroom taking a test. I finished the test very early, so I got up to go to the bathroom. I stepped into a locker room down the hallway, turned on a shower head, and started shaving my legs.
Jeff opened the locker room door and poked his head in. The showers were behind a wall and he couldn’t see me, but I wondered if he actually could see me. He told me that I had missed a few pages and there were only 14 minutes left of the test.
Jeft left and came back with Robert Greaves and another guy, this time coming all the way into the locker room. Robert and the other guy sit in chairs near the showers while Jeff stood, the four of us talking about televisions and the test.
I realized that I was still naked and still shaving my legs, but I didn’t stop even though the guys could see me. Jeff looked uncomfortable with it, though, and tried to act like it was no big deal. I sat down and pulled on my clothing, my thong and jeans over my knees first, then I stood the pull them all the way up together.
Back in the classroom everyone was done with the test except Miriam. There were 2 minutes left so I hurried through the unanswered questions.
The very last question had a number, but no actual question had been written for it: the question part was blank. I didn’t write anything for the blank last question, and felt very confident that I did well. Miriam was crying over her test as Briar collected the tests.
I noticed she had answered the last one in one long paragraph, so I looked at it again and saw that the question was: “Tissue.” I tried to answer it before she grabbed my test because I work in a tissue bank, but I only was able to write, “Tis…” before Briar picked up my test. She looked over my paper and smirked before moving on. I was afraid I had failed.