Aug 15, 2005 16:11
In the spirit of quickly changing the subject, I'll type up a dream I had a while back for y'all to ponder on. This is how I wrote the morning after, while eating my cereal (caution, contains sex and cameos):
I have an erection, wearing boxers, I go through the room to these two girls, show them my boner, the black girl is like "yeah" and we go to the bathroom and do it "penguin style" which is like cuddling (/spooning) but with butt sex. Her leg is positioned on top of mine. We do it and then I wake up within the dream and I'm stranded at sea and the guys on the lifeboat have banished me from touching things because I had just had sex with a stuffed penguin doll. And then the captain finds these balloons with tubes attached and after blowing it up, you could play music on them, so we played Iron Man, by Black Sabbath and then the boat was not a boat, and we were in a park, and the boat was some kind of trmapoline, made out of construction-type orange fencing and it was super bouncy and the captain played tennis with one of the balloons, but then it popped and I jumped on the trampoline for a long, but kept thinking I was going to break my neck, and then I had to exit and mom was there and there were a million people on this real trampoline nearby and it was like a club, or party, because they were drinking and someone was telling mom how good I was at jumping and she asked me if I didn't need to wear cooler clothes, but I was already wearing shorts and a short-sleeved shirt and someone made the comment that I always look nicer than the other guys, and then I left because I had to find Lauren Cooper's green purse and I thought it was at this restaurant we had eaten at in an earlier dream, where Anne Kesler works and i asked the hostess that wasn't Anne, and she said all they had was a trendy sweater-vest which I thought might be Lauren's, but it wasn't and the girl was mumbling about Anne and I went outside and it was kind of like easton and I leaned against a pillar with my cell phone out, but then Kim came over and we hugged and walked with my arm around her shoulders to where she was getting picked up, which was a department store, and on our way there, I saw Trevor in a second floor window in a painting class and Jordan Goldmeier ran past us through the crowd and greg dachner was leading a chorus of young women, singing "Silent Night" even though it was July. I think for Senior Project or something. We got to the department store and Steve Shalwitz was there and kim was gone and every level of the store was called a different spelling of "Seattle's" and some were pronounced differently like "Say-dulls" and Steve told me the next floor down was called "Saul's" sometimes because so many people named Saul went to that floor.
Ok, that's it.