Dream Journal
Zombies started attacking my parents’ church. I managed to get all of the kids into the basement by promising to cook them pizza. We all went into the basement and then the handful of us adults tried to decide what to do.
One little boy started complaining that there was no pizza, and I remembered that the only oven in the church was upstairs. I ventured back upstairs and Michael followed. Behind him came two boys I knew from high school and some girls I didn’t know. I put the pizza into the over and waited.
Then I was bent over the kitchen counter with Michael behind me, thrusting into me. The others were in similar positions, only the four of them were all connected to each other in a sort of chain facing me. One of the girls was lying face up on the counter in front of me wearing only a skirt pushed up to her waist.
Michael moved us closer, reached around me, and felt her breasts. I pulled her closer, leaned down and licked her clitoris. The girls were young and inexperienced, and the other one asked if she tasted like fish.
Then pizza was done, and we wondered how we would get passed the zombies and back into the basement safely.
I stood in the middle of a dilapidated apartment that had holes in the roof and floor, holes that I had to try to not fall through. There was no furniture, no heat, and no lights. Michael tried to coax me to bed, but I was too cold and worried about the snow falling through holes in roof; I didn’t want the snow to fall on me while I slept.
Then I stood leaning my face against the wall, while he stood behind me thrusting into me. I looked to my left and saw my mom and Melissa standing in what would have been the bathroom. There was no door hanging in the door frame so they could see Michael and me, but I knew they were trying not to look.
I told him to stop, uncomfortable that they are watching. He pulled out of me and moved me down onto all fours. He pressed his penis against me, but I reached between my legs to stop him. His penis was very hard and as I gripped it he slowly entered me. As I felt myself expand to take him, I had an orgasm.
Michael, his brother John, and Camdon were at my mom’s house playing video games in the front lawn. Michael came inside, went into my room, and closed the door. I asked him if he was going to sleep, but he said not yet, so I read a book. John and Camdon cranked their game music outside to bother us, but everything soon became quiet.
I stepped out of the bedroom and saw them through the windows: John was asleep propped up sitting against a street sign, and Camdon was asleep in the fetal position on my mom’s old tire flower pots. I chuckled at their awkward positions.
I called my dog inside to give her a bone, and my mom’s dogs followed. In the kitchen, Lacey took and ate her bone politely, but the other dogs wouldn’t sit for theirs even though I bent at the waist and put my hands on my knees just like my mom does. They finally sat down; one sat right next to Lacey. Lacey pulled him down to the ground and then made him roll over onto his side.
Amazed at what my dog had done, I turned to Michael and asked if he had seen that. He had, but wasn’t as amazed as I was. He poured himself a bowl of granola.
Themes: Michael
I left Michael for an old man in his 60s or 70s. He couldn’t take his hands off me, but I soon realized that he only wanted my body for a few weeks before he would move on to someone else. I wondered if Michael would take me back after the mistake I made.
Themes: Michael
Michael’s brother had bought a small cabin just down the hill from my parents’ place, and Michael had just moved in. Michael walked up the hill to visit with me for a bit, and I told my parents that I would walk him home so I could show him a quick trail between the two places.
We went downstairs to leave from my parents’ basement door, but there was a moose yearling staring in the picture windows. When it saw us, it went nuts and threw itself at the windows trying to get in.
We went back upstairs and my dad went down to “take care of it.” Michael hung around for a while longer, not uncomfortable around my family but definitely wanting to get back to his own place.
I headed back down the stairs to check on my dad’s progress, only to find he had let the yearling inside and it was in the process of freaking out in the root cellar while my dad watched television. The yearling ran toward me, and I ran up the stairs.
Rodney stood at the top of the stairs and I jumped into his arms with my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist to get away from the moose. Then I felt a penis inside of me. We stood there for a second or two before I calmly got down like nothing happened.
I was lying in Michael’s bed, falling asleep while curled around Lacey. She turned into Michael, and I wrapped my arms around him tighter. He rolled over onto his back and pulled me on top of him. I buried my face into his neck while keeping my eyes tightly closed. I breathed in his scent and knew I loved him. As he slipped his penis into me, I had an orgasm.
Michael and I were going on a short cruise that departed from the bottom of my mom’s garden. Before the boat left, we wandered through some shops and Michael convince me to buy two bikinis for the trip.
We had planned some on-boat snogging with my new bikinis, but once we got on board we noticed the layout of the boat was too open to allow for any personal special time. We wandered around a bit and finally sat down on a bench. I sat on Michael’s lap facing away from him and he wrapped his arms around my waist.
We had some blankets over our laps, and then I felt Michael penetrate me. I hadn’t expected it, but was happy that we were able to do it with so many people around.
I pulled the blankets further up to our chins as if that would hide us from the other passengers. Holding the blankets with one hand, I grabbed Michael’s left hand with mine and tried to guide it toward my clitoris, but he was fumbling and didn’t understand what I wanted. I had an orgasm before he could touch me.
Then Michael and I were standing in the boat’s large kitchen fixing sandwiches for a picnic and I knew B was in the adjacent room. I tried to keep our voices low so B wouldn’t hear, but I knew that B had heard Michael and I talking about our successful coupling on deck. I didn’t want to confront him about it, just to enjoy the rest of the boat ride with Michael.
It was the day Michael was coming to visit me. B and I stopped by my mother’s house and while they were chatting in the kitchen I sneaked into her room.
She had storage drawers underneath her bed, and I opened the one directly underneath her pillow. Right on top was the black lace bustier I had put away. I pulled it out, stuffed it into my bag, and turned to leave when I realized I had seen something else in the drawer too.
I reopened it and saw a large, neat stack of lingerie I had bought and then gotten rid of without ever wearing. As I touched every piece I saw myself wearing it. When I came across a brightly colored short satin slip with matching panties in the center of the pile, I remembered looking and feeling really great in it, so I grabbed that too. Way far in the back I saw a pair of jeans and wondered briefly if I could fit into them again. I didn’t have time to pull them out and check.
Back at home, B sat on the couch watching television and Michael was upstairs with me. I hugged and kissed him, excited to see him, and knew we had to get out of my apartment without getting caught.
I started down the spiral stairs and kept Michael on my side away from B’s line of vision, but soon the stairs turned so that Michael were directly in his line of sight. I pushed him to my other side again, and I tripped a bit which caught B’s attention.
B looked up and saw Michael’s head peeking out behind mine, and asked if it was Damon. We were near the bottom of the stairs and I pushed Michael down the hall where he couldn’t see him and told him it was Damon, and that we were going out.
I followed Michael down the hallway and he told his parents we were leaving. He had brought his parents to visit me, and they had brought some dogs. The three of them went out to the car and as I was going out his dad ran back in to get something for one of the dogs; he said we couldn’t leave without it.
Finally we all made it to the car which was small and black. As Michael’s parents climbed in the back seat, B climbed in between them. Michael was standing outside the passenger door stooped over to get in but stopped when B got into the car. B was excited to go on this short trip, and sat with his hands clamped between his knees to contain his excitement. I told him, with no explanation, to get out. He was sad that he didn’t get to go, and once he got out of the car Michael smoothly slipped into the car so B wouldn’t see him.
After Michael’s parents settled in again, their three dogs jumped in and I told B that there wasn’t any room for him anyway. I drove off.
Michael’s mom wanted to stop at some little mini-mall groupings that she though looked cute, and I had to explain to her that it was all that made up the tiny town of Fox. I stopped the car for her and she looked out at the tiny buildings, not believing the entire thing was a town.
Michael put his hand on my knee.
I started a voice chat with Michael will B was in the same room. I expected B to get upset or look up but he didn’t pay me any attention.
Then I was sitting in my office at work. Michael had his computer set up in the very back corner of the building where an old coworker used to sit.
I snuck up behind him and moved to kiss him in the soft hollow between his ear and jawbown, but he ducked away from me. He looked around guiltily and said, “Not here.” He then resumed whatever he had been doing on his computer.
I was at a high school hockey game with Michael who sat on my right. My right leg was pressed against him and I linked my arm in his. The arena was huge and packed with people; we waited for the game to start.
My parents stood on the floor down below, 20 yards apart from each other. They both faced left toward an exit and were completely emotionless.
Michael recognized my mother immediately even though she was in her late 20s. I pointed my father out to Michael because he, too, was in his late 20s and I knew Michael would not recognize him.
I leaned closer to Michael because the crowd was loud and energetic. He turned his head toward me at the same time and we kissed very sweetly. I looked up to see my mother looking right at me. I smiled and put my head on his shoulder.
I was at the grocery store with Michael. With the basket slung over my arm, I turned to him and asked him to reach something on the very top shelf for me.
Themes: Michael
While I was cleaning out the bedroom closet, I pulled down a box I didn’t recognize. I opened it up and found three or four pairs of nice leather boots. There were a few black pairs, a tan pair, and some red ones. I knew that Michael had gotten them for me and that I wasn’t supposed to find them yet.
I pulled the red ones out of the box an slipped them on. They had pointy toes and tall heels and came all the way up to the top of my thighs. The tops were folded over like an asymmetrical cuff. I slid the zippers up the inside of my thighs and the boots fit perfectly.
I stood up from the corner of the bed and my skirt fell down over the top of the boots. I wanted to show off the cute cuffed tops and decided I needed a much shorter skirt. I found a tiny black skirt in my closet that, while barely covering my butt, left an inch of skin between the tops of the boots and its hemline.
Themes: Michael
I pulled my car into a small parking lot behind one car and next to another. I got out of the drivers’ seat and stood leaning against my door with my left hand on my hip. Michael and another man stepped out of the door of the house in front of me and stood on the deck talking for a bit before Michael saw me.
When he saw me, Michael turned in the middle of the conversation he and the other man were having, ran down the deck stairs, and headed right toward me with a big smile on his face. We hadn’t seen each other in a very long time and by the look on his face I knew I looked beautiful. He leaned over the hood of my car and gave me a big kiss.
The other man was left standing alone on the deck and was surprised that Michael knew me. He was jealous of Michael, and that made Michael very happy.
Themes: Michael
Michael had gotten the cam working at his parents’ place and had stayed up until everyone was asleep so that he and I could share webcam feeds. He looked cramped, as if the computer was positioned between the edge of a bed and some glass counter display. After a bit of chatting he excused himself for the bathroom and I sat back on my bed.
I, too, was visiting a family relative. I lied down on the bed, curled into a partial fetal position that I knew he could see through the cam. Michael got back to the computer and smiled at me looking sleepy. He stood up and peered over his computer monitor at the bed and asked me to move over to his bed:we were in the same room.
I stood up and he embraced me. He then picked me up and cradled me intimately like a lover. I put my head on Michael’s shoulder and kissed the smooth skin of his neck and gave him a little bite. He sighed.
Then he and I were out shopping. We wandered through clothing stores and he went to one wall and grabbed a pair of cute, brightly colored shorts. He turned to his right to show me the shorts but I had moved on and was a ways away to his left. Michael held the shorts up to me and I nodded my agreement to try them on; I would agree to try anything on if he had asked.
He kept looking through the clothes and I kept walking away from him when I walked into an Employees Only door. Jake held up a large, heavy-duty men’s jacket with short sleeves. He and his coworkers and I laughed about the silly short sleeves, and then Jake thought it would be even funnier if I tried it on.
The jacket was so huge on me that the short sleeves covered my wrists. He then brought me a nicely tailored blue women’s running jacket, the shape and color of which I just loved. But I knew it would be one size too small, and when I tried it on the arms were much too small.
I was then sitting in the back seat of Jake’s car with he and his sister in the front seat. He was having a lot of trouble getting the car to start: it would turn over but not catch.
His mom, who had been sitting in her car next to us which also would not start, went inside to try to convince her toddler to come out and start the cars. She was a genius with cars, Jake told me, and she was the only one who could ever get his car started. But she refused to come outside.
After a lot of pleading she finally came out of the house, leaned over the open hood, and emitted this horrible high-pitched squeal that lasted much longer than I would have liked. But almost immediately both cars started fine.
Themes: Michael
I was directing Michael into an Employees Only fenced-in yard of a large company in Homer. There was something very important and special I wanted to show him, but we needed to be very careful to not get caught where we didn’t belong.
Following my directions, Michael drove our car inside the gate and, when we reached our destination, tucked the car far away from spying eyes. We got out of the car and he put his right arm around my waist and pulled me close so that I was standing in front of him, my back pressed against his chest, and we both looked at the special thing.
We walked out of the gates and passed many men, they were employees, who stood by a large puddle of water that nearly covered the road. They were on the verge of recognizing we didn’t belong there, but I flashed a large smile to the men and acted as though I belonged so that they would not be alarmed.
Themes: Michael
I had brought Michael to work with me. There were a lot of people in the office and he got pulled into helping
someone in the back while I dove into my work out front.
I could crane my neck awkwardly and see Michael, but there were a lot of people between him and I, and he had become absorbed in his work. After a while I got up from my desk and made my way toward him, traveling against the flow of people.
Then I saw him in the crowd and reached out to grab his hand before he was swept away by the flow of people. We stood there, all of the people moving around us, holding hands as I stared into his eyes.
Themes: Michael
I hurried to get to class. Showed up and it was Jazz Band: I was early, but I sat down at the piano and started dinking around when Mr. Searle handed me some sheet music. I looked around and saw that Ryan wasn’t there and because I was sitting at the piano I was to fill in for him. I was worried about having to sight read all of this music, but figured I would give it my best.
After band class I made my way to my second class. There were only a small handful of people in the class, and we all stood in a small room. When class started, I looked up and saw Michael come into the room and move to the front of the class. I dropped my gaze to the floor, slightly embarrassed that I had not known he was teaching the class.
He explained to everyone what we would be doing today, and how we would quickly and effortlessly get down the mountain. I looked up and caught his eye; he was not surprised to see me in his class.
Michael handed every person a large round piece of fabric. We were to hold onto our fabric pieces a specific way as we jumped off of the mountain.
At the top of the mountain, I could see the beauty of the mountain range for many miles. I briefly wondered how we had gotten so far up the mountain in such a secluded area.
I stood and watched the people before me jump: they fell only a short distance before they and their piece of cloth disappeared. When it was my turn, I jumped and almost immediately found myself at the bottom of the mountain. The piece of cloth acted as a transporter.
Back at home, some evil people were coming to kill an older volunteer, Meg. I still had my piece of cloth, and decided to use it to jump down the small canyon and escape the evil people. Meg, Melissa, and I ran over to the edge. I told them both to grab on to me and we jumped.
When we jumped, Melissa’s hold on my arm was not firm enough and she let go. I tried to grab on to her before Meg and I were transported, but I was unable to grab her. Once on the ground she was nowhere to be found.
After making sure Meg was safe, I went back to my room at my parents’ house and fell into bed. I slept and had a very long and upsetting dream. When I woke, I went into the computer room and, lying on the piano bench underneath some blankets in the middle of the room, checked my email.
I saw that I had an email from Michael. This piqued my interest as I had not gotten an email from him in a very long time. I saw that he had copied out the dream I had had the night before and, highlighting one specific spot, said that I had yelled that exact line in my sleep the night before.
I could remember mumbling in my sleep, but not that I had yelled anything, though I wasn’t surprised. Then the door opened and in walked Michael. He walked around me and I, continually turning so I could see him, told him that I figured I had yelled something in my sleep.
He sat leaning against the arm of the couch, his legs stretched out. I reached over and grabbed his arm, putting my arm between his and his torso. I knew I shouldn’t be touching him, but it was nice to do so. I was happy to see him again, and I smiled.
I reached into my closet and pulled out a short, green denim skirt. I pulled the skirt over my long, bare legs, put on my red tennis shoes, and went out for a walk.
I walked down the sidewalk for quite a ways. I made a sharp left at an intersection and bumped into Michael, almost bonking foreheads. We laughed about running into each other and talked for a bit. He decided to turn around and accompany me on my walk.
We walked side by side for a long while in silence, enjoying each others’ company. When I got to where I had been heading, Michael went inside with me. He pushed me onto a couch, pushed up my skirt, and sucked on my clitoris. I orgasmed.
Doug was skinny and very tall. He turned his head and told Michael that my long, blonde hair was gorgeous. I protested that my hair was no longer blonde. I said that it had been blonde when I was younger, but now it had darkened to more of a light brown. Still with his head turned talking to Michael, he said that my hair would be good for Michael.
Themes: Michael
Michael was lying on his back on a bare mattress, and I stood on the floor behind his head. I kneeled down, leaned over him, and nibbled on his right ear.
Themes: Michael
I was meeting someone in a restaurant. When I stepped inside, I saw Uncle Dave sitting at a table by himself. I looked around and saw Michael at another table reading a menu.
I walked over to the main desk and was surprised to find Aunt Judy working behind it. I wondered when she had gotten a job at a restaurant. She came out from behind the counter and gave me a big hug. She told me to go give Uncle Dave a hug too.
Over at his table, he stood up and gave me a big hug. He was very tall and skinny, but felt solid. I held on to him for a long while and started to cry. I let go of him and sat down at the table with Aunt Judy and my mother. My mom commented on my tears, but I didn’t want to talk about them or even admit I was crying so I stood up.
Themes: Michael
I was kissing Michael. He put his tongue in my mouth and I bit it. I knew he liked it when I bit his tongue.
Themes: Michael
I walked into an office and sat down across the desk from a crisply-dressed woman. She asked me a few questions and then went into another room to gather some items for me.
As I sat at her desk I took in my surroundings. There were two other desks off to my left sitting at random angles. The furniture was high quality and the employees were all very nicely dressed. As I pulled my feet up onto my chair so that my chin rested on my knees I thought how nice it would be to work in such an office.
I noticed the nameplate on the far desk had Michael’s name etched into its smooth, black surface, but no one sat at the desk. Michael was leaning over the desk closer to me helping one of his coworkers. He had not seen me yet. I wondered if I should say something or wait until he saw me. He looked up, we locked eyes, and he smiled.
Michael finished quickly with his instruction and came over to my chair where I was waiting. He sat down in the empty chair on my left and we linked pinky fingers.
The woman who had been helping me returned with a form on a clipboard. Michael turned the form over and proceeded to write paragraphs in French. When he had finished he read them aloud; I did not understand the majority of what he wrote, but the woman seemed to.
Then I was in a small Otter airplane coming from the snow-covered Alaskan tundra. I hopped out in front of the airport wearing a short and pleated skirt. My mother commented on my choice of attire, indicating my bare legs and below-zero temperatures outside, and I reassured her that I wouldn’t be outside for long and my legs could handle a little bit of cold.
Inside, I was pleasantly surprised to find the airport fairly empty. I dropped my two large duffel bags onto the long conveyor belt and they kept getting caught as the belt turned a few corners. The woman behind the counter was Barb from the Post Office Bulk Mail section, and she was impatient to get me through. I handed her my papers and she stamped them with a round, red stamp.
I walked briskly toward my terminal when I saw Kate Kuhns from high school standing by a large bay window. I gave her a big hug and asked where she was headed. When she told me she was going to France I was excited that we would be on the same plane.
We continued down the hallway and ran into Jane, another old classmate. As we chatted and caught up I realized that I had forgotten my cell phone charger. I opened the cell and saw the battery was at half.
I dialed my mom so I could ask her to bring the charger to me before the airplane left. Then I realized I had also forgotten my iPod and its charger. I made a mental check of my bags in case I had forgotten anything. The phone kept ringing.
Themes: Airplane/Airport, Michael
I wandered into a bathing suit store and was looking through their selection. The store’s owner came out from her office and told me that she would not be selling me any suits. I asked why, and, pointing to the people standing around me, she explained that we were in trouble with the law and she had been instructed to not help us one bit.
We looked at each other and shuffled out of the woman’s store. After the shop was closed, we sneaked back in through the ceiling and took as many bathing suits as we could grab.
We ran out of the building and to the shore. We were on a rocky island small enough for only one town. We jumped into the water with our stolen bathing suits and had a wonderful time. I swam with Michael who held me very tenderly.
The group decided the best way to fight the injustice of the island city was to throw stones, rocks, and boulders into the water surrounding the island. We would jump in with the rocks and the rocks would pull us under the water. We all thought it to be a marvelous plan and carried it out perfectly.
But when the rocks fell on Michael and me, they pulled us apart. He struggled to reach my hand as the weight of the rocks pulled us down. We wanted to be together.
Themes: Michael
I was involved in a car race in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere. The track was icy. After three laps around the track I was ahead of everyone else. I pulled into the pit stop where friends and family were sitting around a bonfire. I sat by my mother who was knitting and Michael who was writing; I ate a hotdog.
I did the last lap on foot, slipping and sliding around the track. I slid into a middle-aged woman in front of me. I grabbed her shoulders to keep both of us from falling; we laughed about it and I went around her, going slow on the icy track. I pulled my car into the pit stop area to find that I had come in 6th place and was the third state to finish. I felt proud of my results for Alaska.
All of the people who had been sitting at the bonfire were getting up and leaving. I slammed on my breaks when I saw Michael walking by and I almost slid past him. He opened the passenger door to congratulate me and I asked if he wanted a ride home.
“Only if you want to give me a ride,” he said.
“I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want to give you a ride,” I told him. He and a friend got into the car. I sat in the center even though I was driving, with Michael on my left and the friend on my right. Michael put his hand on my left knee accidentally and then jerked it back off. He put his hand back and squeezed my kneecap so as to make it tickle. I laughed and moved my knee but he continued to squeeze it and tickle me. When it started hurting I told him to stopstopstop but he wouldn’t.
All of a sudden we saw three police cars pull up to the track with their lights on. I was glad that I had taken the last lap slow and not been one of the top finishers so that the cops didn’t take much interest in my car. I was also glad the three of us were wearing our seat belts because two cops had gotten out of their cruiser and were shining flashlights into the cars. They didn’t look inside my car.
The three of us walked into the basement at my parents’ home. The dining room was set up with many rows of long tables and chairs, just like the basement of the church. There were a lot of people crammed at the center table waiting for dinner.
I went in search of another chair, and when I came back with one from the laundry room everyone had spread out to the different tables. I put the chair I was holding at one of the side tables, making sure to leave the two special chairs at the head of the center table. No one was allowed to use them.
Michael asked me why there were so many tables at my mom’s house. I explained that they were only put out for special occasions. I told him to picture, I did a quick count of my family members in my head and then said, 35 adults and their children over for Christmas dinner. That many people require a lot of tables.
Themes: Michael
I was at my parents’ home sitting in the living room with my parents, B and Michael. I got up and went into the foyer near the bathroom to take some vitamins. Michael came up on my right side as I was opening vitamin bottles and placing vitamins in a glass bowl sitting on the counter. We bumped hips and I looked up at him and smiled.
He reached around me and poke-tickled my side. I laughed and jerked away, but he continued to tickle me. He picked me and tried to cradle me in his arms while he tickled me, but I would have none of it. I squirmed and twisted and was able to plant my feet on his chest so I could push against him. He held on tightly and I was aware of both of my parents and B turning to stare at the man holding and tickling me. I stopped squirming, turned my gaze to meet his eyes, and said in as serious a tone as possible, “Stop it.”
Michael put me down and I turned back to my bowl of vitamins. He remained standing near my right hip, so I turned to him and with a shooing hand motion said, “Go on,” but he didn’t move. I smiled at him again and told him to move; I didn’t want to get in trouble with my parents or with B who sat in the living room watching the television.
He backed away from me a bit and I turned my attention back to my vitamins which had turned into pistachios. Half of the nuts had been shelled but the shells had been dumped back into the glass bowl along with the nuts.
I concentrated on separating the nuts from the shells when Michael came up next to me again and leaned down to whisper in my right ear. He said many dirty things that made me smile. I closed my eyes and leaned my head toward his until his lips were kissing and sucking on my ear. I rummaged through the bowl of pistachios and popped one into my mouth, hoping I didn’t bite down on a shell.
I managed to pull away and quickly headed back into the living room so as to not draw more suspicion from those watching television. I sat on the couch next to B and tried to not grin at Michael when he came into the living room after me. I wondered where he would sit and wished he would sit by me.
Themes: Michael
I was chatting on my computer with Michael who told me that he needed to go take a quick nap in his Jeep to prepare for the events happening later. Knowing he was in the other room, I asked if there would be any time for snuggling in his Jeep before the nap, because if so then I would be interested in joining him.
I pictured us sitting in the back seat, him leaning up against the side door and me sitting between his legs leaning against his chest. He perked up at the idea, and I headed outside to the Jeep for some snuggling and some napping.
When I got to the Jeep, however, B was there relaxing with two of his friends and the Jeep had turned into a boat. I crawled down into it from the dock and asked what was going on. The two guys mumbled something at me but didn’t move from their lawn chairs. B had his back to me and was fiddling with something. I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my breasts into his back and my lips to the small of his neck.
I announced that I planned on taking a nap and lied down on the boat’s deck with my legs draped over B’s legs. Michael came up to the boat and I invited him in. He sat on a bench over my head and looked down at me.
He told me that his sister might join us, and then asked if that was okay. One of the other guys asked what his sister looked like, and I joked that she looked identical to Michael except she wore a different colored tshirt. When she arrived she was moving so fast that she was a bit blurry, but I could tell she looked very much like Michael only in a salmon-pink colored tshirt.
I was walking down the side of a road on a dark night. I passed by a shop window and could see a light on in the back. I stopped and saw Michael in a back room sitting in a high-tech gaming chair, presumably playing some games but only Michael and the chair were visible through the room’s doorway.
I stood outside with my hands in my jacket pockets watching him for some time, and then I decided to go inside. So as to not bother him, I moved quietly into a different room and found myself in a storage room with a door to an employee’s bathroom off to the side. The storage room was somewhat lit, but none of the main lights were on.
A tall, skinny woman appeared at the door and turned on a light switch. I knew she was Michael’s business partner and was probably wondering who I was and what I was doing in there, but she didn’t say anything to me.
Without saying anything to her, and without looking or feeling guilty in the least (which I knew she wanted me to feel), I wandered back out to the front. All of the lights had been turned on and Michael was standing behind a counter helping the customers that had suddenly filled his shop.
I walked behind the counter and behind Michael towards the main entrance to leave. I thought he had caught me out of the corner of his eye, but I knew he was busy and didn’t want to interrupt. I was wearing my bright blue heavy winter coat and felt very conspicuous. I put my hand on the glass entrance to leave and turned around. I caught Michael’s eye and held it for a few beats. I smiled at him, which he returned, and then I left the store.
Themes: Michael
I was standing in Michael’s bedroom with Michael and one other person. After exchanging a bit of dialog the other person left and closed the door, leaving myself and Michael.
It was midday and there was a lot of light streaming through the window. I got onto the bed and crawled under the blankets, feeling nice and comfortable. Michael started tidying up around the room; I could sense that he was feeling very nervous. Hoping to calm him down, I reached out my hand and invited him into the bed with me. He declined and continued cleaning.
I scooted closer to the left side of the bed and became aware of my nudity just under the blankets. As he cleaned up near that side of the bed, I closed my eyes and concentrated very hard on looking content and inviting. I heard him stop and knew he was standing right over me. I smiled slightly as he bent down and gave me a very tender kiss on my lips. I kissed him back and, taking full advantage of his altered center of gravity, pulled him down onto the bed.
We rolled around on the bed a bit while kissing, my arms wrapped around his neck. Smiling at me, he said that he really needed to get up and keep cleaning. I pointed out that it was too late as he was already under the blankets with me, and we both laughed.
He reached above my head and turned the web cam away from the bed and then fingered the collar of the t-shirt I was wearing. I was surprised to see that I was wearing a t-shirt, but knew that it was one of his old band t-shirts now faded and soft. I didn’t want either of us to get out of the bed.
There was a very large television sitting in the headboard just below the web cam, and all of a sudden it turned itself on. I saw a head shot of an old lady who proceeded to nag Michael about his room not being clean. After saying a few choice words to the old lady, he grabbed the remote and turned the television off.
We sat up and, while each of us were pulling on our socks, he made a comment about his mother, the woman on the television, being much nicer back in 1963. After a few moments of silence, I asked him if he really was born in 1963.
“You are older than my oldest brother, who was born in 1969,” I told him. “I hadn’t realized.” He looked at me very seriously, and I realized that if he had been born in 1963 then he wouldn’t have remembered anything about 1963.
I sat at the computer and opened Michael’s cam page. He was sitting at a dining room table and I knew he was using his new laptop. I said something aloud to him and he walked over to my computer; he had been in the other room. He sat with his back to my computer at another dining room table and Melissa stood on the other side talking to us.
I turned my chair to engage in the conversation, and while explaining something to Melissa I somehow grabbed Michael’s hand. Not missing a beat, I dropped his hand and continued my explanation. I knew that I could grab his hand again below the edge of the table and Melissa wouldn’t be able to see, but I couldn’t get his attention so that he would move his hand closer to me.
The three of us decided to go to the state fair. We stepped through the gates and the skies were overcast. Melissa decided to go off on her own and I linked my hand with Michael’s. I had heard that he had won some award for his writing, and I suggested we go find that.
We went into a small building and were approached by three male workers. They all knew Michael and congratulated him on the award. I browsed the items on the walls and shelves while the four men all sat down in plush chairs.
Michael was now B and had worked with the three men before. They talked about whether anything had changed at the shop, and B asked if the trash was being taken out. He was assured that it was, but he and I went around to all the trash cans, emptied them into large garbage bags, and then put the bags into the alley behind the store.
I picked Michael up at the airport. As we drove away from the airport I shifted my car into third gear and dropped my hand to the base of the gearshift. His hand rested on his leg, and my hand ended up on top of his.
We didn’t look at each other or acknowledge that we were toughing. We hadn’t tried to purposefully touch hands, but there my hand was on top of his. We left our hands, stiff and still, just as they were so we could be touching each other while pretending we weren’t.
I moved my thumb back and forth ever so slightly, rubbing the back of his hand. His hand was very smooth.
Themes: Michael
A long way from my home I either sneaked or broke into Michael’s small apartment. It was very dark outside, and quite dark inside, but there was a soft glow coming from the bedroom. I tip-toed toward the light and saw it was coming from a computer monitor.
Michael was lying in bed near the computer. I crawled under the covers beside him and spooned myself around him. I slid my arms around his waist and buried my face in the small of his neck. His body was very warm and I could tell he had been asleep for some time; he didn’t even move.
Themes: Michael
Michael had brought me home to meet his family. I went to the kitchen to help his mother and sister with the big family dinner. The two women were very crazy and would not stop yelling at each other. I wasn’t sure if they even noticed my presence.
I grabbed two large bowls of food and brought them to the dinner table. His father, brother, and uncle were standing in front of the television holding drinks and laughing at something one of them said. They turned toward the dinner table, smelling the food, and moved closer.
I went back to the kitchen for some more platters of food, and on my way back to the table Michael stopped me by putting his arm around my waist. I looked up at him, he was very tall, and he leaned down and gave me a very sweet and gentle kiss on the lips. I closed my eyes and got lost in the kiss. I sighed.
Themes: Michael