dreams of Liberty.
there is a little place called Beaterville on Gay street, here in north portland. i frequent there a few times a month. there is a female named Liberty (all of a sudden im feeling a little bit weird for posting real names and places on this incriminating screen, fuck it). yeah, Liberty. olive skin. an admirable smile, beautiful eyes, spider web tatoos on elbows and long dark hair. yikes. this hottie makes me speachless when i order breakfast still sober. my roommate and i woke up this morning and felt the urge for food.....i, of course, suggested food with a little something sweet for the eyes to look at...... nothing really to write home about. she gave the good ol' eye contact and smile. she even looked happy pouring my milk for me. we had a little conversation before i left and i could swear that i saw her blush. ahhhhh. a happy barela with a full belly gets home. feels like a nap. dont gotta be into work until four so thats exactly what she does.
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im walking down killingsworth towards interstate. im walking past beaterville and low and behold, theres the angel of lust. "will you please walk with me to my car. i just called a tow truck and it should be on its way." she says.
we are walking. along the highway it seems. we're laughing. we are learning about eachother. i purposely pull her arm over my shoulder (she's taller than me of course. gotta love the tall ones) and wrap my arm around her waist. i dont know what happend next exactly, but before i know it, im in an antique car. two older women in front. a younger lady in back. Liberty is sitting bitch and i got the window. i think the other ladies were homos. for sure the driver. she was as butch as one can get. anyway, she whispers in my left ear (i can still feel it. this was one lucid dream!) and says " can i do something to you?" and before i could give a yay or a nay she is strattling me. her beige slip creeping up her thigh....
"what are you wanting to do?" i retorted.
"take you back to child hood" she replies.
all of a sudden i feel my body freeze. my neck wont move. im only allowed to look out the window at the passing landscape. Liberty is chanting in latin. and when she is done with her spell she takes her right hand and jabbs me at my heart. i felt light headed. it was like an acid trip with too much vodka. she had done something to me. i didnt know what. i just knew it was a spell.
she got off. not so much the way one would think, but she got off my lap. i asked her what she had done. she said she wanted to make me feel better. i thought she was casting a love spell. a part of me was enamored. the other part petrified. i still felt fucked up. i told her that i knew about witches. and she cackled. i told her that i thought that it (whatever she had done to me)was supposed to be concentual. she was like, "oh really? hmm." but didnt wink an eye.
this was pretty much the only part of the dream i really remember and probably will for the rest of my life. i woke up feeling intoxicated. what the fuck happend to me?
i tried looking into the dream book, but there was nothing about latin, spells or intoxication......booh. any ideas?
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im walking down killingsworth towards interstate. im walking past beaterville and low and behold, theres the angel of lust. "will you please walk with me to my car. i just called a tow truck and it should be on its way." she says.
we are walking. along the highway it seems. we're laughing. we are learning about eachother. i purposely pull her arm over my shoulder (she's taller than me of course. gotta love the tall ones) and wrap my arm around her waist. i dont know what happend next exactly, but before i know it, im in an antique car. two older women in front. a younger lady in back. Liberty is sitting bitch and i got the window. i think the other ladies were homos. for sure the driver. she was as butch as one can get. anyway, she whispers in my left ear (i can still feel it. this was one lucid dream!) and says " can i do something to you?" and before i could give a yay or a nay she is strattling me. her beige slip creeping up her thigh....
"what are you wanting to do?" i retorted.
"take you back to child hood" she replies.
all of a sudden i feel my body freeze. my neck wont move. im only allowed to look out the window at the passing landscape. Liberty is chanting in latin. and when she is done with her spell she takes her right hand and jabbs me at my heart. i felt light headed. it was like an acid trip with too much vodka. she had done something to me. i didnt know what. i just knew it was a spell.
she got off. not so much the way one would think, but she got off my lap. i asked her what she had done. she said she wanted to make me feel better. i thought she was casting a love spell. a part of me was enamored. the other part petrified. i still felt fucked up. i told her that i knew about witches. and she cackled. i told her that i thought that it (whatever she had done to me)was supposed to be concentual. she was like, "oh really? hmm." but didnt wink an eye.
this was pretty much the only part of the dream i really remember and probably will for the rest of my life. i woke up feeling intoxicated. what the fuck happend to me?
i tried looking into the dream book, but there was nothing about latin, spells or intoxication......booh. any ideas?