bookofmirrors | Weirdest Dream Ever (Reply)

I think I started out at David and Kathleen's house. I was there for the evening, although I was way early, like by a couple of hours. There were lots of other people there, and of course the house didn't really look like their house. I knew I was too early, and I realized I had forgotten to do something at home before I left, and/or I was really hungry, and for some reason I felt like I couldn't eat anything there. In the meantime, there were some animals upstairs. (Here it felt more like my house, 'cause I think the animals were mine.) Anyway, something happened with the animals. I don't remember what. I have vague images of the uncle from the Munsters, who was my uncle in this dream (but dressed normally), holding an animal. Something about it wasn't the right animal, or something. It looked like a hyena, maybe? But whatever happened, I knew it was something that wasn't supposed to happen - maybe one of the animals died, and this one somehow took its place. But even as the very wrong thing happened, I knew it was exactly the right thing to happen, and that it somehow had to do with the uncle. In my dream, he was holding the hyena thing very lovingly and reverently, as if it were the most important thing in the world to him, and I knew that whatever had happened had opened the door to that, and it was good.

Anyway, without telling anyone, I went home before actually doing any work. I pulled into my apartment, and I got out of the car, and suddenly had this intuition that something bad was going to happen if I went inside, so I turned around and went to get back into the car. This happened with the agonizing slowness that always seems to occur when you're getting away from the bad guy in dreams, except I couldn't see any bad guy, just this nebulous sense of something bad going to happen. As I was getting in the car (it was dark outside), I saw that

BlckwngdOrcl was walking into the apartment, which was weird, since I knew he wasn't supposed to be home yet - he was scheduled to be at work. So, I stopped him, and not exactly sure what happened.

Somehow, in the midst of this, something happened with my cars. In the dream, I had two, my current one and my former one. Something had happened to my current one, but it wasn't major, and I could easily fix it by using the cool (nonexistent in real life) gadget on my former car, which was like this platform thing that came out from under the car, and I could use it to lift my other car and put it where it needed to be, which was really the only thing wrong with it - it had gotten stuck in a way I couldn't get it out. Anyway, with

BlckwngdOrcl's help, I was able to get the car on the lift, and was spinning it around, trying to get it where I needed it, but it got to a point where I couldn't see it very well, so I stopped the mechanism, and

BlckwngdOrcl was assessing the situation, so he could tell me how best to proceed. It was at that point that we found out the hard way that, apparently, the mechanism was set such that stopping it caused it to dump its cargo (like that was the "ready" signal or something). It just so happened that the car was over this 10-15 foot deep and 7ish foot wide crevice-y thing, like we were above the terrace level of some apartments. The car fell into the crevice. On our end, we ended up with this black plastic car form, like someone had sliced down the middle perfectly, and just took the outer coating of the car off. In the crevice, at a weird angle, was the rest of the car, with the inside showing where the cover had come off. On one hand, we were like "oh shit", but on the other, I figured the car was totalled, and I knew that this was the perfect thing to happen, because now we could pay it off and I could get the car I really wanted, and have a cheaper monthly payment, and things would be perfect, 'cause now it wouldn't put so much pressure on my dad. (I think at that point, the silver car was a non-car, 'cause I had the idea that after the black car fell, I didn't have any other cars.)

So, we go into the apartment. Somehow, I end up having madly passionate sex with Hugh Jackman (who I think is only mildly good-looking in real life) on the couch. He's really into it, and he's inside me, filling me just right, and really going at it, very much into what he's doing, and clearly trying to make sure I get off before he does. Except that he's at the wrong angle to make that happen. Everything else is perfect, but he's just not quite right. But damn, he's trying hard. I think I have some sort of out-of-body experience at that point, 'cause I'm suddenly looking at myself being fucked on the couch, but I'm hearing all sorts of things going on in the rest of the apartment, and in other apartments. Hugh Jackman was apparently juxtaposed a bit with Eddie Van Halen for a while there, 'cause in one of the apartments I "travelled" to, Valerie Bertinelli was there, and I could tell that she knew we were having sex, and it was hard for her to deal with it, like she still wasn't fully over him. There were a couple of older women in there, comforting her. In my apartment, there were several older people talking. Apparently, they were in the room with us while we were having sex, and it was clear that he was really pumping me hard, and that I was enjoying myself, but not nearly enough. It was like this was a running joke, like this always happened to him when he tried to have sex with a woman. I could feel their ridicule, and his frustration and shame. They called him Mr. President at one point, and while the comment was derisive, in the dream, it was true, like he was President of the US or something. Anyway, I came back to my body, feeling a lot of compassion for him, but also playful and still horny. I rolled him off the couch and got on top, and was just getting into a good rhythm at the right angle, when he went to roll me back over on my back, as if he didn't realize what I was trying to do, and that it wasn't right that he shouldn't be on top. This was more in a I-don't-feel-like-I'm-doing-my-job kinda way, not in a chauvanistic kinda way. But I forced him back on his back, and said (although no one else could hear) that I was going to show him the right angle, and then he was going to use that every time. "Unless you don't want to. 'Cause sometimes a bitch likes to be teased - for a few seconds, a few minutes, a few hours..." I never got to say "a few days", 'cause it was at that moment I came, hard (in the dream and in real life), and so did he, which such a sense of relief, of pleasure. I could clearly feel him filling me, which is something I can't usually feel in real life, and the sensation of being full of the hot wet liquid lasted several minutes into my wakefulness, 'cause that's when I woke up.

In my waking world, I got to bed very late last night, followed by a lot of pleasant not-sleeping. The downside was that somehow I missed waking up when I was supposed to. I rolled over, looked at the clock, which said 9:44am. I was out of the bed with the phone in my hand, which indicated 2 missed calls. I just assumed they were Jamele and hit the button to call back. Luckily, we were able to reschedule for later in the afternoon, so I was able to get ready and such, although I think I was stressed out until I actually got there. Didn't help that MapQuest was FUCKED. Anyway, I was glad that he was in the middle of something when I got there, 'cause it gave me a chance to lie down for a while and relax and get myself centered and such. The photo shoot was cool. He purposefully put me in some positions that were contorted a bit, to get whatever look he was going for, and when I looked at the pictures, it was amazing how those poses created art. It was almost hard to remind myself that this was a human form, because I was seeing it as a mass of light, shadow, and form. One of those, "Whoa, I'm Art!" moments.

When I left (and tried to reverse-engineer the MapQuest directions, and found that they were even more fucked than I thought), I stopped at the Zesto in Little 5, 'cause they're supposed to have such fabulous ice cream, and had a small cone. It was good - reminded me of Flagpole ice cream from when I was growing up. I was feeling in an interesting headspace, so I decided to stop at Choco-Late and get some tea and read for a while. I keep one of my animal communication books in my purse at all times, so I can read it if I get somewhere that's possible/useful. So, I had tea, and read. When I got home, I tried some of the exercises in the book, and I think I actually connected with Romero. Even to the point where I got him to do something I wanted him to do. I drifted off to sleep, then - hence the dream. Upon waking, Romero seems calmer, and more ready to listen to me. I'm trying to convince myself that this isn't my imagination.

I've eaten as I typed - went to Rainbow yesterday, where they had quite a few buy-one-get-one specials, which I took advantage of. I was able to get way more than I intended, well within my budget, and that's never a bad thing. Oh, and Cowboy Cookies. Those are the shit. Sadly, I don't have those now, but I wish I did.

Anyway, that's my day.