dream: jean luc
a large mansion was towed in sections into the lot next to our house. an entire hill was brought in, so this huge, empty castle was sitting on this huge, grassy hill with trees. it seemed mysterious and promising and i was excited to have it and its residents as neighbors, and thought maybe i'd get to hang out there. it was a big improvement on the neighborhood.
then it was the end of western civilization. people were milling about in the streets, gathering in offices, trying to get together what they needed to move out, transforming public spaces into immediately functional space for unexpected purposes. some people were running scams, others were just seeking community or connection, or trying to assess their resources and options. it was confusion, but not violent, not riots. i was intrigued, but not scared.
i was in a room with jean luc picard, laying down clothed with him. we was apologizing and embarrassed for getting hard as we held each other. i said it was fine, and we sat up. he was distraught, in tears about the collapse of society. i held him by the shoulders and looked him in the eyes, and said slowly, and very carefully thought out, and emoted with every fiber of my being, 'EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE OKAY.' i paused, and thought, and added, 'DON'T WORRY.' of course we both knew everything wasn't going to be okay, but i felt he understood that i meant it on a deeper level, on a more timeless level. he looked a mess, his face all wet with tears, totally lost and despairing, but i thought he understood me.
then it was the end of western civilization. people were milling about in the streets, gathering in offices, trying to get together what they needed to move out, transforming public spaces into immediately functional space for unexpected purposes. some people were running scams, others were just seeking community or connection, or trying to assess their resources and options. it was confusion, but not violent, not riots. i was intrigued, but not scared.
i was in a room with jean luc picard, laying down clothed with him. we was apologizing and embarrassed for getting hard as we held each other. i said it was fine, and we sat up. he was distraught, in tears about the collapse of society. i held him by the shoulders and looked him in the eyes, and said slowly, and very carefully thought out, and emoted with every fiber of my being, 'EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE OKAY.' i paused, and thought, and added, 'DON'T WORRY.' of course we both knew everything wasn't going to be okay, but i felt he understood that i meant it on a deeper level, on a more timeless level. he looked a mess, his face all wet with tears, totally lost and despairing, but i thought he understood me.