I was an actor and kept having to run around this corner in heels and sliding in the mud. I thought that they were going to have to get that fixed. As I slid, I dropped my cell phone, which was apparently where I was getting my lines, so I stood up to continue the scene and just adlibbed. I was worried I would throw off the other actor, but she kept going, and in two lines we were where we needed to be.
Family dinner with a bunch of poor relations with a lot of kids.
Dreamt a man with parasomnia was touching me, he was digitally (lol) stimulating me, and I was trying to decide whether I was asleep or awake. I really wanted to be awake. I remember tightening around his fingers, both out of pleasure and to test, and then I ran my hand down his arm just to make sure. Then I woke up for real, and nothing was going on. Sigh.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Dream a Little Dream of Me
Chutah's dream (starring me)
you were in my dreams this morning. we were driving at night. and driving and driving and driving. and i felt at peace.
but then we were at a wedding. it was in a rural area, but with a little building and there was a wooden fence around the parameter of the grounds. we heard gunshots and someone was coming to attack us. i laid down on the ground. it was scary! then i woke up with a migraine.
you were in my dreams this morning. we were driving at night. and driving and driving and driving. and i felt at peace.
but then we were at a wedding. it was in a rural area, but with a little building and there was a wooden fence around the parameter of the grounds. we heard gunshots and someone was coming to attack us. i laid down on the ground. it was scary! then i woke up with a migraine.
GS
My dreams have taken on the tone of a two bit peep show recently. Men I know visit me nightly to keep me company while I sleep. This weekend it was sexy prof among others. Last night, grad student was there.
I was in London for something or other. Grad student had moved there with his wife, and while I was there, I thought I’d stop by for a visit. I knew he worked in the architectural district, so I sat on the side of a cobblestone street and watched the people stream out at the end of the workday. He wasn’t coming out, and people were starting to stare and make me generally uncomfortable, so I decided to head to his apartment. I had been there before.
I drove to his apartment, I knew it was apartment 1-A. The apartment I went into was apartment 1-3. The 3 was covered up. I had a laundry basket with me. One of GS’s friends found me and showed me to the right apartment. I was happy to see GS and his wife again. I put down the laundry basket and said something about bringing the clothes for the terrorist organization. We all had a good laugh at that, and GS said he could see that I was up on current events. They had a baby, it was a little girl, she was about 2. I picked her up and she was feeling warm, and I said it seemed that she had a fever, but her parents weren’t sure.
His wife was going to take care of the child, and I was trying to talk GS into taking me out since I was in town. I was hoping to wear him down after a few drinks. I don’t think I got my wish. We ended up in the front yard, and he was reading me some very poetic/dramatic text about advanced schooling. The words and his voice were making me feel rather warm. He began to speak it without the actual text, while he was cutting thorns off of three cacti in the front yard. As he was doing this, he and I both realized it was a foolish and futile effort, but he was determined to cut off these rose-like, thick thorns. I said something about knowing I should have continued grad school, and he said, “You think so?” like he was surprised, like he thought I shouldn’t or couldn’t. I was disappointed. He kept cutting the thorns off the cactus.
I was in London for something or other. Grad student had moved there with his wife, and while I was there, I thought I’d stop by for a visit. I knew he worked in the architectural district, so I sat on the side of a cobblestone street and watched the people stream out at the end of the workday. He wasn’t coming out, and people were starting to stare and make me generally uncomfortable, so I decided to head to his apartment. I had been there before.
I drove to his apartment, I knew it was apartment 1-A. The apartment I went into was apartment 1-3. The 3 was covered up. I had a laundry basket with me. One of GS’s friends found me and showed me to the right apartment. I was happy to see GS and his wife again. I put down the laundry basket and said something about bringing the clothes for the terrorist organization. We all had a good laugh at that, and GS said he could see that I was up on current events. They had a baby, it was a little girl, she was about 2. I picked her up and she was feeling warm, and I said it seemed that she had a fever, but her parents weren’t sure.
His wife was going to take care of the child, and I was trying to talk GS into taking me out since I was in town. I was hoping to wear him down after a few drinks. I don’t think I got my wish. We ended up in the front yard, and he was reading me some very poetic/dramatic text about advanced schooling. The words and his voice were making me feel rather warm. He began to speak it without the actual text, while he was cutting thorns off of three cacti in the front yard. As he was doing this, he and I both realized it was a foolish and futile effort, but he was determined to cut off these rose-like, thick thorns. I said something about knowing I should have continued grad school, and he said, “You think so?” like he was surprised, like he thought I shouldn’t or couldn’t. I was disappointed. He kept cutting the thorns off the cactus.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Update
It has been a long absence. Beginning therapy has been difficult. I’m somewhat preoccupied with what’s going on in my own mind. I’ve been having lots of dreams; the feelings associated with the dreams last for quite a while. Family and friends are regular parts of the dreams. I thought I’d share one that has stayed with me for a few days.
I was at my house, and I remembered that I left some clothes that I needed out in my car. I was in the middle of changing when I realized this, so I figured since it was night, I could go out to the car and get my stuff without worrying about it. I step out the door, and who should I see in the neighbor’s driveway, right next to my car, but Will Smith (honest to god, Will Smith). Now I’m a little embarrassed, because I’m basically naked, but determined not to wimp out now that he’s seen me. I walk to the car, arms covering myself, get in the car, pick up the laundry basket that I came after, and hold it in front of my breasts. (But since it is a laundry basket with large holes in it, that is not incredibly useful). He was very appreciative of the view. It seems he spoke to me briefly, and I tried to seem casual about the whole thing, and then retreated to the house.
When I remembered this dream, it made me realize that I have lots of dreams where I get into situations and realize, not that I’ve forgotten my shirt, but that I’ve forgotten that it is appropriate or necessary.
I was at my house, and I remembered that I left some clothes that I needed out in my car. I was in the middle of changing when I realized this, so I figured since it was night, I could go out to the car and get my stuff without worrying about it. I step out the door, and who should I see in the neighbor’s driveway, right next to my car, but Will Smith (honest to god, Will Smith). Now I’m a little embarrassed, because I’m basically naked, but determined not to wimp out now that he’s seen me. I walk to the car, arms covering myself, get in the car, pick up the laundry basket that I came after, and hold it in front of my breasts. (But since it is a laundry basket with large holes in it, that is not incredibly useful). He was very appreciative of the view. It seems he spoke to me briefly, and I tried to seem casual about the whole thing, and then retreated to the house.
When I remembered this dream, it made me realize that I have lots of dreams where I get into situations and realize, not that I’ve forgotten my shirt, but that I’ve forgotten that it is appropriate or necessary.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
Posts
