Entry 4

Can’t remember any dreams last night, so here’s a never-been-posted, past entry from back on 27 August 2019:

In a house that’s been converted into a hostel, there’s a woman just arrived from a hike. She doesn’t look like anyone I know, but she reminds me of someone I hiked with in the past. I go upstairs to follow her, climbing the stairs behind her. I don’t think she sees me. Either she doesn’t recognize me, or she’s deliberately ignoring me. Or I’m just plain invisible in the dream. . . I say something to her, speaking to her like she’s familiar to me, like we’ve known each other for some time and we’re friends staying in the same hostel together, but she says nothing. She’s silent, keeps going up the stairs. She enters a room and I see she takes off her hiking shirt, a bright-sky blue or neon blue polyester. I try to enter the room but couldn’t because the passageway was too narrow, or had narrowed after she entered. I stepped back and saw the passageway was the shape of an “S.” I think to myself I could still get in the room if I bend my body like a snake to fit in the shape, but before I try bending myself I look in. She walks past the passageway, I see her without a top and see her belly. I ask if she’s “expecting.” Again she doesn’t reply but just pass by. I wondered if she understood that expression, to be “expecting.” She passes by the passageway again, but this time she bends over and shows (displays?) her vagina through the passageway. She’s getting ready to shower.

I suddenly find myself wanting to go to the bathroom, not necessarily the one in her bedroom though, because that one was hard to reach, so I just go to the one in the hallway. Someone had already used the toilet when I get there. A number one, luckily, so I just flush it. I try to avoid the puddles of water on the floor. I see there’s another toilet closer to the door, so I go to that one, thinking I might use that one instead. It’s closer to the door, which I discover keeps coming ajar without a lock, or the lock being broken. I flush this second toilet which was empty, but someone had used it for number two, clearly, but I decide to still use it so I can sit by the door and hold it closed. As I get ready, I look through the gap, the opening of the door ajar and see there are a couple of people waiting, a woman, whom I don’t know and am not reminded of anyone (not the same woman as in the first part of the dream), and then I sense there’s a guy there too, though I didn’t see him, but I still recognized him as someone I hiked with in the past also. Through all this I don’t really even need to use the bathroom, but I decide to go downstairs thinking I might have more peace in the downstairs bathroom. . .

The next scene in the dream I’m outdoors, it’s night time, I’m walking down a familiar path, a path or hike I’d taken before but can’t seem to remember where. I associate this path now to a hike I did once in San Bruno, California. I look up at the night sky and marvel at the stars, wondering if I might see them better if I go further down the hill, away from all the light pollution behind me.