dreams are what we make them
This morning's dream(s) were more involved. I'll try to give my impressions in random disjointed flashes just like my memory is recalling them. I was visiting relatives but they weren't my relatives. They reminded me of relatives in upper state NY. At one point we were outside and the kids were playing in an old low garden house but were tunneling under the ground and popping up just outside of it like gophers. There were two young girls who seemed familiar. Not relatives but familiar. I lived above two such older sisters growing up in an apartment and there seemed to be two near where my dad lived. I also lived near two sisters at my mom's house. One of which was close to my age. We were never more than friends who I happen to complain about K a lot too. Sound familiar? At one point when I went over to visit she answered the door in her underwear and to this day I remember how good her legs looked as I am walking up the steps behind her to go into her house. Not to mention the front of her. But I digress... These two sisters in my dream were playing around w/ me. Not overtly sexually but physically in contact w/ me. Almost wrestling. They seemed to be on the athletic side. I can only remember them being long blond hair curly smooth tanned arms and legs. I realized that I had been wearing the same clothes for a few days and wanted to take a shower where as K who only showed up at this point in the dream said we were about to leave. I take a shower anyway in a cramped white tiled shower with a white curtain that had this clear pump on the side under the shower head that increased the water pressure so that the water almost stung as it hit me. The next thing I realize is that I suffer the concept of driving somewhere and pulling off into a condo development and becoming a real estate agent selling reasonably priced condos to eager customers for $55k. Then I woke up.