I walk into our apartment. It’s dimly lit, or the lights are turned off. I’m looking for a flatmate. I hear him talking to I guess my other flatmate. As I walk in I see his room is empty. Unintentionally, I walked into his room, even though I was just entering the flat, which is quite empty except for a number of chairs. I don’t remember what I was trying to do, or what I was to ask my flatmate, don remember my intention at all, but I see though another bedroom and it’s also empty, and then another bedroom, and I start to wonder why or how there’s so many bedrooms on this lower floor (in the outside ‘real’ world, my bedroom is upstairs). I also started to wonder if my flatmates are moving out.
There were some earlier dreams I can no longer remember this morning except for one image, my feet: I’m looking down at my feet confounded because it looked like I had two right foots, but then wondering if maybe, after a second look, my pinky tow on my left foot is just swollen so it looks like the big toe of my right foot. I had been walking barefoot, also bouldering, on the beach in the ‘real’ outside world.
Thenn the next scene is a bit more unified. I’m in a house or a flat and I look at my new room; it’s simple but I’m content, satisfied with it. Then I’m in another room, a more sophisticated one–mine was like black-and-white, but this new one was in elegant hues with mahogany arch windows and burgundy-wine colored walls, high ceilings, and a large bed below the arch window that seems to look out to some cosmopolis. The bed has my new roommate on it, and it looked like my new roommate is Alison Brie. I then realize that she’s actually lying in my bed, with all my favorite blankets. I tell her and my other flatmate who stands by my side and was the one showing me around the flat, now introducing me to Alison Brie, that she would have to put my bed back in my room. Our mutual flatmate concurs. She sweetly and passively or lazily declines, covering herself up even more with my blankets, and slithering under the covers. I jump in the bed and roll around with her. The other flatmate disappears. The light is turned down, or off, but I still see her, no longer as Alison Brie, but someone else. . . — this woman I was checking out on IG in the outside ‘real’ world last night. She’s lesbian, I think. Anyway, so I see this young woman through the dim street light cast from the window. I stroke her arms and tell her she doesn’t have to put my bed back, but she has to let me sleep here every night. I knew I wanted, not just my bed back, but her room and her self, but I didn’t tell her that. I said to her, we don’t have to sleep together or have sex, we could just literally sleep together because I can’t sleep well in other beds. . . She doesn’t say anything. She seems to think it over. Then she proceeds to pull down the covers, pull down my pants, and go down on me. It was quite graphic. She does it soft and deep. And then when she finishes we both look at the long soft hairs growing on the tip of the penis. She goes on to straddle me, the hairs gone when she puts me inside her. She raised herself and I came on her, the white fluid translucent pouring on my belly.
In the bathroom, sitting on the toilet defecating. A manager from work barges in, or maybe at first he was knocking, but the door breaks free from the hinges and crashes into the bathroom. He walks in and I yell at him, tell him he shouldn’t be in there, I’m pooping. He avoids looking at me, pretends like he’s looking for something in the closet, says it smells and covers or pinches his nose. I tell him again to leave and he seems to think this is a joke, but finally he disappears. I try to clean myself up, wiping my bottom, and I keep wiping but can’t seem to finish doing so, unsure if I’m still just pooping. . .
Early morning dream I was hiking down a hill, everything felt fresh, like it had just rained, and familiar, like I had hiked this trail before. Then I’m in a house and I guess I’m asking for directions. — was there. She was pulling out a book or a map from somewhere and asking me something I couldn’t quite make out or can’t remember, something about whether I would stay or that the name of the next town was “Listay,” or “Lisjay” where I can take a rest-stop, stay overnight.
I woke up and tried to commit the dream to memory; I was still sleepy, fell back asleep and dreamt other dreams, so most of what I remember in this early dream was just the feeling of it, the freedom in the beginning, the hesitancy when — asked me, because I actually wanted to stay, but wasn’t sure it was appropriate. I thought or felt her dad was there even though I didn’t see him.
Next dream I was serving some snacks, a row of small red cakes, sort of like in an ice tray from the freezer, and also cubes of brownies from the fridge. I said to my guests that the red ones had only a hint of cannabis, the brown ones are the real space brownies. Then I was pulling out small octopus from the fridge, and it was slippery, and I guess it was trying to get away from me, pulling away from me, but I’m not really chasing it, or it was actually leading as I ran downstair and out of the house. The octopus then fell out of my hands, or maybe I threw it into a dark pool. It transforms into a pink puffer fish, bloated, and somebody tells me I need to pull it out of the pool so we can grill it. So I pull it out by the tail and it regurgitates not water, but its long, dark-colored intestines, or maybe its stomach, but it was very long and flat-empty with these small, short tentacles, I guess like the skin of the puffer fish, but not spiky. Somebody said we can still grill it, but I need to pull out the rest of the intestines from the bottom of the fish.
The last dream I was talking to someone in a room. This is all very hazy, I don’t really remember any images, but I left the room and another guy appeared walking beside me. I got the feeling he was the same guy in the previous dream telling me we can grill the octopus/puffer fish/intestines. But this guy as he walked beside me was nagging me about something, asking me about what I had said to the first guy I was talking to, the one I had left in the room. This nagging guy was asking me what advice I had told the other guy, and I didn’t really know, or I didn’t want to tell him and break confidentiality. Finally I stopped walking and I said, or even shouted, “Write! I told him to write.” But even though this is what came out of my mouth, it wasn’t really what I thought. I didn’t really know what I thought or what I was going to say. It was just what came out. And as I said it, I wondered if this was actually the advice I gave the other guy in the room, or if I was just making it up. . .
It’s night time and I follow an elderly woman into her house. I don’t think she saw me and I was nervous she would think I’m some kind of intruder, but I knew there was something I needed to do in there. When I’m inside the house, the woman is no where to be seen. It’s dark but I see a cat on the couch sleeping. The woman is upstairs, she appears on some balcony, she sees me but doesn’t seem afraid of me. She comes downstairs, says something like, let me get all this out of the way for you, except she didn’t really say that, or I don’t remember her saying those words because, while she seemed to speak to me, it was all wordless when she spoke. . . She took something from the couch, like a piece of clothing, she had to come close to my side to pick it up and I intuited she still had to finish putting away and folding some newly laundered clothes. The only thing is there was just that one piece of cloth she picked up and I barely saw what it was in the darkness. When she almost brushed my side I thought the elderly woman might be a carrier of the coronavirus. Or maybe she was showing symptoms? Maybe she seemed sick, which is what made me think of the coronavirus in the dream? The cat then jumped off the couch and disappeared. And then the couch wasn’t there anymore, and I could see the cat had peed on the floor, the liquid glistening in the dark. It seemed to have run to another room or down to the basement, the door to which the woman closed. She said, again wordlessly, that the cat has been sick, and then I again wondered if the cat had Covid-19.
And then I was looking at the inside of this new pair of shoes. I remember even the brand and model: Salomon, scallop. The brand exists in the outside world, but the model no, I don’t think. My point of view in the dream switched to zooping inside the shoe, seeing its pillowy cushions and padding in white and lavender. Now I think of it, it was brighter inside the shoe than outside in the elderly woman’s living room. I even see the size of the shoe, as well as the labels for UK, EU, and US sizes, which said 8.5. I remember thinking I need a size 10 if I’m to use this trailrunner for long-distance treks. But when I put on the shoes (after zooming out), they fit me perfectly. The elderly woman seems to be gone, but my dad was there, I think. He didn’t say anything, but I then took a call from my cell-phone, from someone, a woman asking about the shoes. They wanted to order this same size 8.5. I told the person, just to let them know that I actually tried these same shoes of that same size and yeah, they fit perfectly. But here I’m not sure if I was recommending the size 10 if she’s using the shoes for hiking. The person on the other line wanted to place an order for the shoes, and I told him/her that I needed to put them on hold because the system was slow or down and I needed to troubleshoot the system. I wondered why or how I would place the order for this person, who is now my customer, from this elderly woman’s house, as I look up the shoes on someone’s laptop that seems to have appeared from nowhere.
Very blurry dream this morning, but lucky there was a dream remembered at all, woke up super late, 12:45 right now. . . Anyway, it was as if I was sick in bed waiting, not sure if I was also just watching the scene as if in a movie. I think my mom was outside the room, it’s an apartment room or the top floor of a building and I saw or was looking at or got a sense of the outside from the window. . . Then there’s a woman who’d just come in from a bath. She had a towel wrapped around her. . . She pulled up the towel and I could see her legs. She flashed her pussy. I remember thinking in the dream I wanted to see again, I wanted to rewind the scene, and this was the confusion in the dream, if I was watching it like a movie or if I was actually an actor in it. When I tried to rewind I realized I was seeing different or new scenes and so then I realized I wasn’t just a watcher. Next scene, the woman still had the towel around her back, but the front open, and I was having sex with her and I could see the down fuzz below her belly button were greyish. . .
I’m at work. It’s dimly lit. I open something, a packet of a tea bag, surprised to find candy in it. I eat it, then surprised it’s chocolate, but not chocolate, something not intense, not sweet, but delicate, tasteless but very pleasant. I found out our supervisor gave them to us. I go look for more. . .
The dream I remember was me standing in line to check in at a hostel/hotel. I tell the front desk attendant I’m waiting for a fellow traveller. I’m anxious about the lock on my bag, that my bag is secure. I notice, too, that it’s not my backpack, but my black REI bag, a small sort of weekender-bag, with me. The attendant leads me to my room.
In my flat, my current flat in the ‘real’ world. There’s an en suite bathroom in my bedroom. In my dream I’m in this bathroom and realize it’s also a kitchenette, with a working washing machine and dishwasher. Someone else is in there, a flatmate maybe, and the dishwasher is currently in use. I realize my flatmates have been through my bedroom to enter this kitchenette and use the dishwasher because the one we’ve got in in the proper kitchen downstairs in ‘real’ life is not working. I realize, too, that the new, functioning dishwasher in my en suite bathroom is a very fancy, hi-tech one, with the bottom part missing, only has the control panel on top. I see the water stream down to the drain at the end of the bathroom.
Second scene, I’m in the bedroom. It’s like my current room, only much, much bigger, also with a bigger bed. I’m lying in bed, and a woman comes up from under the covers. She’s wearing a sort of plastic party hat with a sort of plastic antenae on top. She starts giving me oral sex. Her party hat keeps falling down to her eyes, but she still keeps giving me oral sex. Another woman enters right and crosses the room, walks in front of the bed, looks at us on the bed, unphased or maybe nonplussed, but without showing any emotion she says, I’ll come back. To my left I see there’s another bed, and I thought she meant she’ll be back to sleep in that other bed and so we better have finished by the time she gets back. When she crossed the room she opens the door and a guy leans in and sees us. I wondered if he’s been spying, eavesdropping. The woman exits left and I think to myself I should jump out of bed and lock the door.
Never been posted, written on 11 Dec 2019, Wednesday:
In bed with this woman I used to work with. It’s as if we’ve been together for a while now. At first, in the beginning of the dream, I’m in bed by myself waiting for her to join me so we can sleep. When she appears, she shows me she’s naked under the covers. I’m lying at the foot of the bed. She smiles, lets me know she wanted to surprise me, shows me her pussy under the covers. She lets me taste her and touch her. I sink a finger into her and she tightens a bone grip around my fingers. . .
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