Dream Journal
Steve and I went to our new vacation apartment at the far end of the lake. We walked into the upstairs apartment because the door was open. It was very nice and done in all white: the walls, carpet, furniture were all white. I wondered if we were supposed to have the downstairs apartment instead, because the upstairs one was too nice. I went downstairs to see if I could look into that apartment, and met its occupant, my neighbor.
I asked her if she had a key to the upstairs apartment, and she walked me back upstairs and then just walked in. I glanced over at Steve, sitting at the computer naked. I tried to tell him to get dressed without alerting my neighbor that he was naked.
She looked out the window and said that we were he third house from the end of the lake, with one of the best views, and it was quiet out there. I just wanted her to go and stop being nosy.
Then I was at the grocery store looking for Pantene conditioner but I couldn’t find it. I went up and down all of the aisles and thought about asking where it was, but decided they probably didn’t carry it.
Then I was back at the vacation apartment with a few other people, and one of the guys was flirting pretty heavily with me. He was funny and cute and charming. He was leaning one elbow onto the kitchen counter while I was laughing, and I realized that he was Steve. His face didn’t look like steve, and even though Steve was standing behind him talking to some other people, he was Steve too. I had a crush on this new Steve.
I got out of bed because I had to urinate. In the bathroom, I emptied my extremely full bladder and was amazed at the amount of urine coming out of my body. When I was done urinating, I gave birth to a baby.
I held my baby, surprised at the suddenness of the birth. I carried it out into the living room and placed the baby on the couch where it fell asleep. I went into the office and told Steve that the baby was sleeping. I sat down at my computer and Steve was at his computer.
After a bit, I realized that we didn’t have a bassinette for the baby. We didn’t have anything for the baby. Where would the baby sleep if we didn’t have a bassinette?
I called Damon and told him that I had given birth, and asked if he wanted to come over and see the baby. He asked me if I was at the airport, and I said that I was at home, just a few blocks away from him. He said that he would be right over. I grabbed a tank top to put on, but couldn’t untangle it enough to get it over my head.
Themes: Steve
It was a bright and sunny afternoon and I was in the middle of a car race, and I was ahead of everyone by quite a large distance.
Steve, sitting in the passenger seat, pointed toward a warehouse toward my left, but I was too concentrated on driving fast and winning to take my eyes off the road and look to see why he was pointing.
Steve pointed again and, glancing out my left window, I saw a small street market with tents and a lot of people in front of the warehouse. He wanted me to drive through the market, sure it would be a shortcut.
I was skeptical of the shortcut, but gave it a try anyway. I drove through the congested market, and we popped back onto the course just behind the car now in first place. I was upset that the shortcut had cost me ground.
I pushed my car to its limits and won first place by a nose. I drove to my parents’ house and prepared for the crowds to follow and congratulate me on my win. I knew that they would ask how many vacuums I own, so I went to the root cellar to count them.
I pushed Tiger out of the way because he was sleeping in front of the door. I counted two vacuums plus the one out front. I turned off the light and closed the door over Tiger. I pushed him a bit with my foot si that he fit under the door better, and then I went upstairs.
Melissa and one of her friends sat in the living room and asked me a question. I didn’t know how to answer.
I was sitting in my doctor’s lab getting blood drawn because I was pregnant. The lab tech pressed a green plastic thing, instead of a rubber band, into the crook of my arm to bring the vein to the surface. She poked me with a large needle and was able to fill it with my blood.
Another nurse who was observing widened her eyes and told me that my blood was very expensive because it had special enzymes in it. They decided to take another vial of blood from my other arm, even after I told them that the vein is difficult to find in my other arm.
She poked around for a bit until she finally found the vein. I wondered how this pregnancy would affect my and Steve’s relationship, whether we would get married or not. I worried about meeting his parents for the first time while I was pregnant. But I was mostly worried about losing the baby like last time.
Themes: Steve
Steve and my vacation was about to end. We were trying to figure out how to get back to the airport, and I decided we could catch a bus from where we had gotten one before.
We headed toward the ocean and sat with a bunch of other bustling people. We discussed which bus we had taken since there seemed to be a lot of options. We were unsure what time our flight left, which made the bus decision even more difficult.
There was a small channel that brought boats of all shapes and sizes into the area, and we could see a large white cruise ship approaching. The cruise ship was listing far to one side and was more than half under water though it still moved forward. There was a barge in front of the cruise ship carrying all of the cruise ship passengers. The ship wanted to get to port before it went all the way under.
John walked up behind us and convinced us to go for a ride on his boat. We all piled on John’s boat and went out for a short ride. We passed another cruise ship also listing to one side and mostly underwater, and I wondered if there was anyone still aboard.
Steve could see a few people in the ship waving frantically and making prayer motions with their hands. I wondered how much longer they would have breathing air.
Themes: Airplane/Airport, Steve
I brought Steve to the airport to send him back home.
B and I were at my parents’ house, and we were going to have dinner. I went into the basement and saw Steve’s legs poking out of the covers of the couch’s hide-a-bed. Sure the legs weren’t real and that I was just seeing things, I grabbed his legs and he woke with a start.
I growled at him to get up and get dressed because B was home. He grabbed his pile of clothes and ran into the upstairs bathroom. I walked by the door and saw him putting on his costume overalls from Halloween.
B starts to walk into the kitchen from out on the balcony when I stood in the doorway and blocked him. I said, “You know what I would like? It’s such a beautiful clear night and I can see all of the Homer lights perfectly. I’d like to eat dinner on the grass outside.” He was surprised, but willing to change plans.
I asked B to go downstairs and grab a blanket to sit on while we ate, but he insisted in coming inside first. I worried about him finding Steve, but Steve had slipped out of the bathroom. In the dark, Steve came out of Melissa’s room hunched over and mumbled an excuse before going back into the bathroom.
B looked at me, rolled his eyes, and said that Melissa had some of the weirdest friends.
Themes: Airplane/Airport, B, Melissa, Steve
I stood in an organ donor’s dorm room. I told B that no one had wanted to look through her things after her death, but I would because it was very important.
Riding down the dorm’s outdoor glass elevator looking over the snowy campus, I asked Jeff if he remembered how we were when we first met. He leaned close and I wanted to kiss the soft spot under his jaw and feel his arms around me. There were two others in the elevator unaware of this tension between us.
At my mother’s house, I asked her to try the three different kinds of ice cream I was testing for Steve’s birthday. She refused to taste them, saying that she doesn’t like coffee, but I convinced her to try them.
I took the ice cream maker into the back room to clean it in the large tub sink. I ran water through each of the metal and plastic pieces, flushing out all of the leftover ice cream.
Done cleaning the machine, I went back into the kitchen and found the small white cups of ice cream untouched and melting. I was annoyed at my mom for not trying them like she said she would.
Steve and I were on a road trip. We stopped at a small general store in a tiny town on the side of the highway. We told the two elderly owners behind the counter about a creature that had been kiling neighbor animals. We urged them to stay safe, and they were grateful of our warning.
The four of us walked over to the store windows and watched two cop cars pull into the parking lot. Four officers stepped out of each car, eight total, and pulled a man into the middle of the highway.
The officers surrounded the kneeling man with their guns, a shotgun pointed at his head. I said aloud, “They’re going to execute him,” and turned away because I didn’t want to watch. I heard a gunshot and Steve’s face blanched.
We decided to leave town. We packed the trunk while Lacey looked for a place to poop. An officer came over and asked if we were staying for dinner - we had been invited because we had warned them about the creature killing all of the animals.
We declined the dinner invitation, saying that we need to move on. The officer turned into a fox and went over to sniff Lacey while she was trying to poop. Irritated, she kept moving over a little bit to get away from the fox’s nose, spreading tiny poop pellets everywhere.
I tried to start picking the poop up with a baggie, wishing the fox would leave her alone. We couldn’t leave until all of the poop was cleaned up.
Themes: Steve
Damon arrived at the airport to pick Steve and I up and had fresh fruit smoothies for each of us. The smoothies were so good, and Damon dropped us off at the tropical resort as we finished them. Damon had some errands to run and left us at the resort. We wandered around for a bit and I decided I wanted another smoothie.
When Damon returned, I asked him what kind of smoothie he had gotten for me but he didn’t remember. I told him that it was the best smoothie in the world, but he dismissed my claims and insisted it was just a regular smoothie. I didn’t believe that he couldn’t remember what he ordered for me.
We stood at the smoothie bar in the middle of a wading pool, water lapping at our knees, and argued about the smoothie. Frustrated, I ended up ordering a raspberry, strawberry, lime smoothie and hoped I would like it. The woman behind the smoothie bar picked a lime from a container and it was crystallized with sugar.
She handed me my smoothie and when I turned away I saw the nutritional information said each one had 9000 calories. I didn’t want my smoothie any more so I set it down by the wading pool. Bruce came over and, seeing the discarded smoothie, asked who was wasting good food like that.
Then Bruce was helping me wax my bikini line. He pulled my thong tight to my skin to make sure the edges were all cleaned up, then asked if I wanted some spot checks. I said sure. Using tweezers he plucked a stray hair here and there and I flinched at the pain.
Then I was standing looking at a very close shot of my pantyless vagina on a large television screen while he plucked stray hairs on my bikini line. I was embarrassed to have my vagina on display for everyone to see, so I kept covering the screen with my hands and looking around for someone to stop it.
The television was showing everything down to the curve of my buttocks and then zoomed in on my clitoris until it showed every single fold of skin. I watched as the waxer repositioned one fold of skin to make the shot more aesthetic, and I wondered who was video taping it.
I turned from the television for some help but no one was there.
Themes: Steve
I was carving pumpkins with Steve and his brother in our kitchen. His brother was using the counter by the trash can while Steve and I were using the tops of the washer and dryer.
I walked over to Steve and saw that he was carving a perfect circle for an eye. I saw he hadn’t yet cut a hole in the top of the pumpkin to scoop out the insides. I told him he needed to empty the pumpkin before he started carving the face.
He looked up at me with blank eyes and then started to cut a big hole in the top. I wondered if he was okay.
Then I was sitting in an audience with my brother John on my right and Steve in the seat directly behind mine. Steve began talking gibberish and rocking his body back and forth. I turned around and asked him to quiet down, but he soon started up again.
I saw a blue and white shape at the place where the wall met the ceiling, as though someone had plastered a ton of shiny Play Doh to the ceiling. This shape was what had upset Steve, who was upsetting the audience. I didn’t know why it upset him so much and I couldn’t calm him down.
Themes: Steve
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.
Jeff and I were being chased through a city at night. We came to the bottom of a large cliff and we started to climb. I went first rock climbing, and I got very high before I couldn’t move any further. He climbed over me and was going to help pull me up.
Jeff was then Steve. He was at the top of the very tall ladder and was so tired from the long climb that he couldn’t pull himself up over the last rung. I pushed on his hips from below to help him up and over. I knew I would need help too.
Themes: Steve
Standing in the shower with Steve, I held a bar of soap in my hand and washed my torso. The drain was clogged and the water was backed up a little.
I dropped my soap and turned around to pick it up. I reached down and discovered that the drain was completely clogged and the water had filled the entire tub and was threatening to overflow.
I tried to tell Steve to turn the shower off but wasn’t able to formulate the words.
Themes: Steve
I was helping a woman give birth in her living room. She already had a boy and a girl; I had a little boy of my own and hoped she would give birth to a baby girl.
She had an easy delivery and the baby was a boy. I turned to Steve and told him that we now had two boys. I was happy for my second child even though I had hoped it would be a girl.
Themes: Steve
I had received a package slip in the mail and the sender’s phone number listed on the slip was B’s. At the Post Office there was a very long line of people and five workers at the counter. I was called to the first worker on the left and handed him my slip.
He looked at my slip, picked it up, and stood still. I waited, wondering what he was doing, when the worker at the far right of the counter called the next customer. The couple behind me headed that direction but the man helping me called to them and told me that I had to take my slip to the person on the far right.
When I handed my slip to the woman, she nodded and said that they don’t get many packages and not everyone knows what to do with them. She disappeared in the back for a bit, and returned with a very large box with all four flaps opened at the top.
She had to set the box on the counter to reposition the things inside the box and I could see picture frames in the box I didn’t recognize. On top of the box was a framed photo of Pam and me, underneath which were a lot of other photographs that I only half recognized.
The woman gave me the box and I tried to stuff everything back in and close the flaps, but I could only get it half closed. I put it on top of my other box and left the counter. On my way our of the Post Office I almost dropped the box and had to prop it against the wall to keep it from falling.
I put the box on one of the tables in the foyer and decided I would make two trips to the car. I went back inside with Steve and he picked up the box with ease. There was a typed note sitting on top of the box informing postal customers to not leave their mail in the building unattended. I threw the note away.
The parking lot was dark and my car was difficult to find. Then we were at a store; we went in and Steve grabbed a cart. Everything in the store was very cheap because they were having a huge sale. We walked past the personal care section and Steve spotted a shampoo made of beans. He picked the bottle up and said that he had wanted to try some of it, but decided to not get any.
Then we were sitting across from each other at a table with a bunch of other people. A woman in her late 30s was standing nearby drinking alcohol and asked Steve to hold her drink while she left to do something.
When she returned she was naked and hopped into Steve’s lap. He put his arms around her and leaned in for a kiss, but she leaned back. He tried again and again she pulled away. Then he sat back, disinterested, and she leaned forward and put her hands on his face. I didn’t like her.
Themes: B, Pam & Tina, Steve
My brother John’s house was very quiet, clean, open and spacious. Steve, Byrd, Rose and I were the only ones there. A pile of my freshly-trimmed hair sat on the counter in the kitchen. I glued some of the hair to Byrd’s cup as a joke.
Rose declared that she was going to glue a lot of the hair to Tay’s cereal bowl. Rose said that she will make the hair thick and black. I went into the living room and sat on the couch next to Steve. He asked how Rose was going to make the hair thick and dark. I shrugged.
Themes: Steve
I had nothing to wear for work that day. I went to the thrift store and grabbed a long black skirt, two tops, and one sweater to try on. I was in a hurry because I had to be at work soon, so I tried the items on in the aisles over my pajamas.
A clerk came over to me, saying, “Ma’am! Ma’am!” I stood with a sweater halfway over my head and thought I was about to be scolded for not using a dressing room, but she asked me what the word was that described two people who are pregnant but they’re not married.
I tried to slowly pull the sweater off so as to not draw any attention to the fact that I was trying clothes on in the aisle, and I told the woman that I didn’t know the word she was looking for.
I walked toward the dressing room and saw Steve pushing a cart. He had tried on a black button-down shirt and left it unbuttoned. He held out the two sides of the shirt and wiggled his butt at me. We laughed and I thought he was cute. Steve took off his shirt and handed it to me all bunched up. I tossed it into the cart.
I looked for the jeans section, and finally found the jeans tacked to the wall. I couldn’t find my size this way, and most were too high to pull down. I was disappointed in the selection and organizing skills of this particular thrift store.
I saw a very pretty piece of fabric folded neatly on a table with a number 10 label on it. It was pink, black, and white swirled. I picked it up and discovered it was a pretty halter dress, perfect to wear to a wedding. I wanted to try it on, but it was 7am now and time for work.
Themes: Steve
Damon and I were doing something in the living room and I called into the kitchen to ask if I could take a shower as I pulled the straps of my tank top over my shoulders. Judy stepped out of the kitchen very excited to see me. I was shocked because I didn’t know I was in her house.
I could hear the water running in the upstairs shower, so I went down the hall to shut it off. By the time I got there, the water stream was very small: Judy had turned the downstairs shower on for me.
I turned the water off and turned to leave the bathroom, but Sarah stood right behind me. She had a huge grin on her face and shook my hand vigorously. I gave her a hug and asked when her new husband would be back. She stiffened and her smile faltered briefly. “Soon,” she said.
I walked through the kitchen to the now-running downstairs shower and B walked into the bathroom behind me. Sarah tried to shake his hand as well but he told her to go away.
I demanded to know what he was doing there. He had lost a lot of weight and had just freshly shaved. He closed the door behind us and told me that two of my brothers — John and Marty — had gone down to B’s cabin in Homer to beat B up.
I stormed out of the bathroom and found Damon. When I told Damon what happened, he said that he had agreed it was a good idea. I was furious that they had interfered. B and I sat and talked for a long time. He wanted me back, but I told him that wasn’t a good idea.
We were flipping through a few copies of a home catalog while driving down the road. Then our car lifted off the ground, and I said, “I guess we’re flying to Anchorage.” I was upset that I hadn’t agreed to this.
My legs were folded underneath me and I didn’t want them to be cramped for the whole hour’s flight, but the plane was very small and I had trouble moving. I worried that Steve would surprise me at the airport; he wasn’t supposed to meet me but I would put that kind of surprise beyond him. Steve would be very upset that I was with B, and I didn’t know what Steve would do.
I thought about going back to B and renewing our vows. I called Kiana and asked her what Marty had done to B. She laughed and thought it was funny, but I was very angry.
Then B said something about the catalog and in frustration I called him Stephen. I closed my eyes and hoped he didn’t notice, wouldn’t know that I was living with Steve. But when I opened my eyes again I could see he was hurt.
Then B and I had stopped at a garage sale with Damon and Dana. We all carried copies of the home catalog, and when Damon started reading a passage aloud, B realized that he was missing the first page. He was angry about it and I didn’t want to tell him that I tore it out because I didn’t want him to see it.
I was looking for a wheelbarrow at the garage sale. They had a lot of furniture and some pies, but no wheelbarrow. They kept offering us pies and Damon told them we were going out for dessert after the sale, so no thank you.
I was then in a restaurant with women singing on stage. The lead singer stepped forward. She was a very large woman with very large breasts, but she wore no bra. Her large, flat breasts flopped down to her waist. I turned to Steve and asked if he saw, but he didn’t.
The woman turned very dramatically during one song and her breasts fell out of the thin fabric holding them in place. Her areolas were very large and dark. I was horrified that this was happening on stage.
I was in the back row of a raised theatre-type seating with my legs tucked underneath me covered with a blanket. I was leaning toward Steve who was sitting on my left while a stranger sat on my right.
Steve turned to face me so that he was kneeling on his seat, sitting on his heels. I reached around him and grabbed his butt. He wore thin cotton shorts over his boxers, but I pressed my finger into his butt crack.
He rotated his hips slightly and I was able to reach his butt better. I pressed on his anus and he jumped. He pulled his shorts to the side to get rid of the layers between him and my hand, but I told him to stop because of the stranger sitting to my right. He was disappointed.
My parents had bought a very large and nice house. A man came to look at it and I had to put Lacey into a room in the basement and close the door so that she wouldn’t bark at him. The man bought the house weeks after my parents had bought it.
I asked my mom how much they made from flipping the house, and she said in awe, “$37,000.” I was surprised that they had made so much. I was happy for them, and wondered if they shouldn’t try it again.
Steve and I were trying to find a hotel in Fairbanks; we were having trouble finding any vacancies because we hadn’t made any plans until we had gotten there. I rattled off a few different hotels we could try, and thought about the one behind the mall because I’d always wanted to try it.
Then I remembered that the hotel I was thinking about is in Anchorage, not Fairbanks, and I could stay in my own home in Anchorage.
I was on a school trip and we had stopped for the night. There were makeshift beds on all surfaces as us students tried to settle down for sleep.
I headed toward the locker room, and stepped into the bathroom stall. The door nearly fell off its hinges when I tried to latch it. I sat down to pee, and the door had disappeared along with the walls around me. A guy I went to high school with was sitting on a toilet on my left.
There were many people walking by. I stood up and wiped quickly so that no would would see. I dropped the toilet paper into the bowl and it stuck a little to my thigh, causing the paper to unwad. The guy next to me looked over and saw the toilet paper all red from my period. I looked at him and said, “Yuck.” He looked up at my eyes with a horrified look on his face. “That’s what I was thinking,” he said.
I was then filling my water bed with water in a corner of the girls’ room while Steve was lying on it. There was some problem with the waterbed, so I turned off the water and all of the water I had just put inside of it soaked into the liner. I worried that I had damaged the mattress underneath.
It was evening and I stood on the sidewalk the next day. Matt caught me and put his arm around my waist. He leaned down to kiss me on the lips while I expected a kiss on the cheek. I could see Steve over his shoulder. Matt was sad that I was leaving, but wanted me to be happy. He told me to come back for a visit soon.
I was sitting near an ice rink watching a game of hockey with Steve and Carmela Soprano. Between periods, the three of us went out onto the ice. I grabbed Carmella’s hips and could feel her hip bones. Then we were lying on the ice and I pulled her pants off. She whore no underwear, and I chided myself for not being similarly prepared.
I left Steve’s brother’s house so that I could go get Damon. I walked a shortcut through the neighborhood which took me through a condo parking lot. I noticed there were birds nesting in little holes in the side of the condo. I went over and shooed the birds away, placing blank index cards into the holes to keep them from returning.
I picked Damon up in my car, and drove back the way I came. I turned into the condo parking lot and encountered a lot of traffic as I weaved around the building. I had to drive around a car parking in the middle of the driveway.
At the same time another car was also driving around the parked car, and we almost hit each other. The other driver threw her arms up in anger, but she quickly realized that it was neither her mistake nor mine and smiled at me.
It was now night time, and Damon asked why we were driving through the condo parking lot if we weren’t going in. I told him that I wanted to look at something: the index cards were still where I had put them, and that made me happy.
We continued on to Steve’s brother’s house. Once there, we sat in the living room with Steve, his brother, and his brother’s wife and kids. Damon looked around at the art on their walls and out their windows asking questions that I answered. Steve’s brother’s family stared at Damon in silence.
Themes: Steve
I was sitting in a car in the parking lot with Steve when a man walked by. After he had passed I rolled down my window and called his name — it was a very unusual name, and he had to have known I was calling to him. I was shocked to see him because I knew him from high school and told Steve so.
The man made his way back to my car, and I introduced myself with my maiden name and told him that we had gone to high school together. His eyes went wide with recognition and he laughed at our chance meeting.
I pulled two tickets from my purse and told him that my mother had sent me these as a memento, but that they really had belonged to him and I wanted him to keep them. He didn’t look too attached to the tickets, but he took them and thanked me. Then he said he had to go and was sorry he couldn’t stay long.
Themes: Steve
Two girls and I went into a men’s bathroom to urinate because it was the only bathroom available to a large group of people.
The room was very dirty and rusty. One of the girls stood in front of the last stall’s door and pushed it open. She selected the last stall because it looked to be the cleanest of the four stalls. But once the door was open, we could see the toilet was clogged and overflowing. The other stalls were in worse condition. I thought that the women’s restroom at the top of the other tower would be clean and probably empty.
I stepped through the door to the other tower’s roof behind a man and his 10-year-old son. The rooftop was decorated with trees and plants. There were monsters among the trees; some were very, very tall, and some looked like buildings with arms and eyes.
I wasn’t afraid of these monsters, and they fascinated the little boy. But his father was wary and pulled the boy closer to himself. I walked over to the edge of the building, surveying the city and its lights.
I found the bathroom door and stepped through it into a dark room. When my eyes adjusted, I saw that I was in an antechamber to the actual restroom. There were couches and tables and chairs set up, and Steve and one of his friends had fallen asleep on two of the couches.
Staring at Steve sleeping on his back, I whispered to myself to keep quiet and not wake him, and then I went into the next room. I decided to not turn on the light in this second room so as to not wake the sleeping men.
I ran through the room and into the third, which I happily found to be lit and the room with the toilets. Steve was then behind me and asked what I was doing. I felt guilty and didn’t know what to tell him.
One of my front teeth hurt. I felt it was very, very loose and told Steve that there was something wrong with my tooth. He turned to look at me right as I pulled my tooth out.
The tooth was large and bright white with a bit of blood at the root. I tried to put it back in its place but it hurt too much and wouldn’t stay. My eyes widened and I told him that I needed a dentist immediately. I put the tooth in my cup of water.
We walked into a dentist office and I told him the problem, showing him the tooth. I remembered that I should have put the tooth into milk instead of water, and wondered if it was too late to make the switch.
The dentist took my cup of water and my tooth and told me that he could get me in tomorrow. I panicked and asked him if he would be able to reinsert the tooth if we waited that long, and he shrugged his shoulders and ignored me. I felt helpless.
Themes: Steve