The first dream, a few weeks ago: What was happening? I don't know. We were standing across from each other, his hands were on my shoulders and my hands were flat on his chest under the dip of his collarbones. We weren't moving or speaking; we simply stared at each other from arm's length apart.
The second dream, a few days ago: He was sitting at a table? I don't know. He was sitting and looked thoughtful. Melancholy.
The third and forth dreams, separated by a brief awakening, last night: We were in Busan, trying to purchase train tickets from the automatic ticketing machines to get back to Masan. There was a code or game or something on the machine that we had to touch and move to get our tickets. We couldn't figure it out, so we had to stay in my old apartment in Waegwan. I pulled back the comforter on the bed and lay down in it. He got in next to me; he was wearing the same sort of undergarments that WC wears/wore, plain black. I curled myself against him. He felt smooth and warm.
...interlude...
We were going to sleep on the beach. He was angry with me? Not quite angry. Not fire angry. More like irritated. Rubbed the wrong way. I lay down on the sand and felt alone. I sent him a text message asking him to come. He came, reluctantly but coming just the same, and sat down on the sand next to me. I put my head against his side. He felt smooth and warm.
There was nothing sexual about the feelings in either of these dreams.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
more dreams
Parts of last night's dream:
Location: coastal, carribean/tropical, small town/village
I was driving at night. I was in a car accident. There was a line of cars driving down a dark highway in the rain, and everything looked blue and orange in the street lights. I saw the cars before me braking but I couldn't brake in time. My right leg had been crossed and propped up on my left knee. A half a second before it happened I thought to myself "I should put my leg down, because if I need to break I won't have enough time to react." I was driving a large black monster-truck-ish sort of vehicle. I crashed into the back bumper of the car in front of me, and I pressed the gas on impulse and crunched over the whole car. I was horrified as it was happening, but I felt impelled to do it. I got out of the car, and there were people all around. They told me to look into the car to see if the people were ok. The entire roof had been crushed in. Everything was rust red and brown and burnt orange. I looked in through the passenger window even though I knew they would be dead. Their heads had been crushed into oblong shapes and their mouths were stretched open grotesquely.
Later in the dream, I was at the Jacksonville house (*note*: I first wrote "my home" but that place feels strange and unfamiliar now). Don was there (I think), and my mom was too. My mom was teasing me about something, and she would stop. She kept trying to touch me or wave her fingers in my face or something, and I wanted her to stop. I started getting really angry and irritated, and I ran and she chased me. I made it into the bathroom and I locked the door behind me. I wondered how long I'd have to wait before I could dash from the bathroom to my bedroom, which was (is/was) just down the hall.
Location: coastal, carribean/tropical, small town/village
I was driving at night. I was in a car accident. There was a line of cars driving down a dark highway in the rain, and everything looked blue and orange in the street lights. I saw the cars before me braking but I couldn't brake in time. My right leg had been crossed and propped up on my left knee. A half a second before it happened I thought to myself "I should put my leg down, because if I need to break I won't have enough time to react." I was driving a large black monster-truck-ish sort of vehicle. I crashed into the back bumper of the car in front of me, and I pressed the gas on impulse and crunched over the whole car. I was horrified as it was happening, but I felt impelled to do it. I got out of the car, and there were people all around. They told me to look into the car to see if the people were ok. The entire roof had been crushed in. Everything was rust red and brown and burnt orange. I looked in through the passenger window even though I knew they would be dead. Their heads had been crushed into oblong shapes and their mouths were stretched open grotesquely.
Later in the dream, I was at the Jacksonville house (*note*: I first wrote "my home" but that place feels strange and unfamiliar now). Don was there (I think), and my mom was too. My mom was teasing me about something, and she would stop. She kept trying to touch me or wave her fingers in my face or something, and I wanted her to stop. I started getting really angry and irritated, and I ran and she chased me. I made it into the bathroom and I locked the door behind me. I wondered how long I'd have to wait before I could dash from the bathroom to my bedroom, which was (is/was) just down the hall.
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