Wrong place, wrong time

I was in a store with two girls, it was the goth store. They were all wrapped up in the little goth trinkets, and I was standing back, watching them shop. I felt someone place a kiss on my neck from behind, and they had really full lips, and kissed several more times. I turned around to find a sexy man behind me, he kissed me, and I kissed him back. I was aware that the girls were not too far away, and told him I couldn't. He suggested we go to the dressing room, which was just a little room, with a cloth curtain. We went into the dressing room, he pressed me up against the wall and kissed me deeply, and we ran our hands over each other's bodies while we kissed. It was all very erotic, but I was worried that the girls would start looking for me or that we would be discovered in the dressing room. I remember saying that I didn't want to be banned for life from the goth store. Reluctantly, I pulled away from him, and returned to the girls, who hadn't noticed my absence, and he left.

Voting

The new medication makes it harder for me to remember my dreams.

I was in an antiques store, and I had my niece with me. Someone was talking to me, and I looked across the room and saw these really interesting little glass figurines. They looked kind of like kewpie dolls, but were different enough that I thought they were a real find. Chutah came into the room, and I pointed them out to her, because I thought of her immediately when I saw them. She was really excited about the pseudo kewpies.

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Something about voting and politics, I can't remember.

IRILL

I was chatting with CC online. She said that now that people's wishes were coming true, it was time to start getting lists together. She changed her name on the chat to IRILL, or something like that to reflect that she was in list-making, wish-getting mode.

Can't sleep

Conserve Water, Shower together

I was going to the pshychologist, and trying to remember who my dr. was by going through some kind of greatest hits collection. I knew it was a guy, and he was one of my favorites. I thought it was Beck. My dad was going to take me, but first he went around getting bags of ice. I don't know why. When he came back, he was Christopher Walken. I went to the doctor, but the visit was incredibly brief, I filled out one form and Walken complained about how they were mistreating me, but it wasn't about a treatment, it was a job.

I went to my hotel room, to get ready for a big event, and my girlfriend came with me, we were talking about what had happened, and I told her that I had to go take a shower, I'd come right back. I left the room, and came back in for something, and she looked disappointed, so I asked her if she wanted to come with me. She was very happy with that idea. We grabbed our robes, and headed for the hotel showers. The showers were in this huge room, it was bigger than my house by far, with about 30 ft ceilings, and completely tiled in brown tiles about 2' x 2'. She started to disrobe, and I liked what I saw. She would lose an item of clothing, then I would. We were all stripped down except for our shirts, and I remember feeling vaguely self conscious, but not terribly so. For some reason, she didn't like her breasts. I went ahead and took off my shirt, and she was impressed, and told me I was beautiful. Another one of our friends came in, but we didn't mind, because the sexual tension was there but not overwhelming. We hurried down to the showers, with were recessed into huge floor to ceiling windows, three spouts to a section. I went to step down into the beginning of the shower area.

I was in water that was over my head, still trying to swim to the water. I remembered that I forgot my shampoo, but there was lots of it floating around. Speaking of floating, I was floating on the top of the water with no effort. I explained this to my friend, who thought it was completely normal, so I relaxed. We went to one side of the room, there was this giant staircase covered in water, and we swam up the stairs, and when we reached the top, we realized that the way down was through the dining room. The stairs were a visual focus in the dining room, and people would swim/slide through. I thought briefly about my nakedness, and didn't want certain people to know about my Sapphic adventures, but wasn't that concerned. I wasn't afraid. We decided to play for a while.

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Something weird about a grandfather who was a carnival act, and he took me to meet some of his carnie friends. We walk in the door, and the friend is a man the size of a Barbie, that my relative used to launch into the air, and now he and his wife came over to take care of them sometimes, because they couldn't take care of myself. They were called Copper babies, for some reason having to do with the powder form of copper. Today, the little man had a splinter in his behind that the grandmother had to remove.

Family Style

I was with my family (my mom, dad, and sisters and my family). We had just driven home, I had driven myself, I was in my first car, that was super fast. My famliy was teasing me about driving super fast on the way home, but I was happy to be driving my car. We brought groceries inside; we had just come from somewhere with lots of marble that was very official (or the airport?) and we were going to make a big dinner for everyone. I had bought the groceries, and I had overbought (as usual.) My sister was talking about breastfeeding, and how she kept trying to breastfeed, but couldn't at five in the evening. My mom and I suggest that she change that feeding time. Then, I went outside, and it was my sister's house, and she had lettering on the outside, and I wanted to change it, but all I remember is part of what I wanted it to say: "Remember . . . like that house down the street that has the loud bass." as in the sound, not the fish. It was too long, so I had to settle on "Please Remember." What exactly, I don't know, I imagine it was the loud house or something.

Forced Entry

I was walking with my Dad and sister across a field of grass, I was all dressed up. We were going to meet my betrothed, and I was going to stay with him from now on. Then, either Jim Carrey or John Malkovich strolled up, and tried to steal me away. It wasn't scary, more like cute or amusing, and he was not successful, and I liked him, but didn't run away with him or anything. In a weird way, it was nice to feel wanted.

Another dream, I was in the bathroom stall at a university, and there was a cleaning lady in the next stall, a young man (just barely eighteen) burst into the bathroom, and busted open the door and raped the cleaning woman, except for she never complained or asked him to stop, and I don't think she ever stopped cleaning. The whole thing lasted like thirty seconds. He apologized to her, and she told him how most women didn't understand that they didn't or shouldn't make a big deal of it, it changes the dynamics of the situation, if you just accept it, it's okay, because men just need sex, and do stupid things if deprived. They were out of the stall by now, and I was completely horrified by the events and the conversation. I came out of my stall, and challenged that point, saying that most rape is about power, not sexual need. She somewhat agreed.

I was reading a feminist book last night. That's the only way I can explain the dreams. As a woman, I'm embarrassed to be having dreams where a woman is making a case that rape victims are not victims at all. Ashamed is probably more accurate.