Entry 65

Written on 18 April 2020, Saturday:

There’s a book, I was looking at the first couple of pages of a high school yearbook, or maybe a bible. It was very flat, and there were a bunch of phrases written on it. The only phrase I remember is “God figured.” I thought, does that mean God prefigured? Or God signifies?

Then I’m along the cliffs of some beach. A colleague of mine from back in Mozambique was by my side. I think he was telling me something about these flat reefs that newly appeared just below the water. They’re like islands, or an expansion of the island we were already on. I leap towards the reefs. I land on my feet. Not sure if it was me or my colleague who mentioned how the flat reefs were like soft carpet. This colleague I no longer keep in touch with in the outside world, and on the reefs in the dream I wished I was alone.

Then I’m in some high school gym. We were doing sprints, it was me and three other guys. It was a race, sort of, and I wasn’t putting much effort into it. Finally, it’s over and the other guys win T-shirts. I see on the scoreboard the scores were 40 and 21 (the guy that got 21 started the race late, but still beat me). I didn’t see my score, but suspected it wasn’t even close to the winners’. The shirts they won were supposed to be special. Tonight, during some concert, they can wear it and it’ll glow in the dark. They can put a button or pin underneath and it’ll shine a beam of light out to the sky or to the concert stage. I was a little jealous, but also still didn’t care. I wanted a drink of water. Saw pitchers of water and glasses arranged on small tables, but then wanted or wished for orange juice.

Then I’m lying on a couch. It seems like late afternoon. This young woman comes in and lies next to me. She’s wearing shorts-over-alls, underneath which is a one-piece swimsuit. She’s using my right arm as a pillow and we’re spooning each other on the small couch. With my pillow arm around her neck I reach down and feel her breasts. She’s on a call, or talking to someone on the phone. I catch a glimpse of her face in profile through her dark hair as we lie side by side. I recognize her at first as — and then as –, maybe. I keep touching her, she seems to be ignoring me, or keeping her conversation going on the phone. I kiss the back of her neck right below her ear. With my free left hand I touch her hips, then lower. She raises herself up and on top of me. Our bodies align, her back to my front. I keep touching her below, easier now in this position, under her over-alls. She’s still speaking on the phone, it’s in a foreign language, but I understood somehow it’s her grandmother that had called her. I tried to pull my hand out from under her overalls, it gets tangled in the straps and clasps. I’m also worried someone might walk in on us. She turns to me and says, “You’ve got so much to learn from me.”