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.