Good Dream

B** came to find me at some house. I was sitting on a bed with June and some unidentified people. B** got on the bed and lay behind me, trying to get my attention by pulling on my sleeve. I turned to face him, and he smiled at me and asked me to spend time with him. He was so earnest and sweet, and I was very attracted to him. I climbed onto his lap and felt his erection, and I was so aroused. We rolled off the bed onto the floor and held each other tightly. I was trying to press as much of my body against him as possible.

Time skipped and I was in a different unknown house. He came to find me again, knocking on the front door. I opened the door to let him in, and we embraced again. It felt so good.

Another time jump. He had done something wrong that had to do with parking a car at night. I walked him down the street to a police officer and told him he had to confess what he did. He didn't want to, but I made him tell the truth. I felt very motherly, which wasn't an entirely nice feeling. I liked the feeling of power--that he would do whatever I told him to--but at the same time, I didn't want to be in charge.

Night sounds

I had barely been asleep two nights ago when there were suddenly three very loud rhythmic banging crashes in the direction of the kitchen. I jolted awake and froze, trying to see through the dark at the spot that the noise seemed to come from. Nothing else happened. I was awake for a while after that, listening to the creaking of the wooden floor, which seemed a lot more frequent and sinister than usual.

It all must have been my neighbor. We have a common wall, but it is at least three feet thick, and I've never heard anything quite so loud from him before. What could he have been doing?

We live in an old adobe church, converted into four small apartments. Sometimes I think too much about all the things that must have happened there. Funerals, weddings...who knows, snake-handling and speaking in tongues? There have probably been dead people where my kitchen is.

Luke Duke

I was sitting on a couch eating a peanut butter sandwich. The actor who played Luke Duke was sitting in an arm chair to the side. With my mouth full, I asked him if he and his brother really drove the car in the TV show. He didn't understand me, so I tried to swallow and and ask again.

Then an airplane exploded outside.

I was woken up by the sound of a man vomiting in the street.

Nurtured

I was with M**. We were having sex in my bed and he was behind me. His body weight felt really good--it was so comfortable and warm and a perfect position and really, really great sex. He just kept doing it over and over, never getting tired, and I never got tired of it. He was there for me, really focused on me, and I knew this was true without a doubt because I could see the smile in his eyes, like I was a third person watching from somewhere else in the room. We had the same color skin, and we were luminous.

Also dreamed I was telling a student she should be an Art major. I kept telling her over and over again, and seeing the word ART in my mind, with a little "opt." after it.

Ancient History

Brad was sitting in a chair at a table in a large, open room of his mother's house. I stood next to him, then leaned over and started speaking to him. I suggested that we could be a couple again if we just lived in his mother's house. There was something about being there that made me so certain it would all work out with us. He didn't say anything (he never speaks in my dreams), only shook his head and looked at me with pity and sorrow. I kneeled next to him and tried to make him understand my vision and certainty, but he still shook his head.

I was heartbroken. The feelings felt like they would suffocate me. My chest and throat and head were so full of pain and tears. I left him and started wandering through apartments above shops in some town. There were exposed beams and holes in the floors and people sleeping in beds that I had to step around. I was lost and looking for something--a place to live, I think. Some place that felt right.

Aliens, or....?

I was in my backyard from my childhood home in Ft Collins. I noticed that there were nubbins of sticky, light-green plants growing in the grass. They started to grow quickly and soon were about waist-high. They looked like lamb's ears, but there was something very sinister about them. I knew that touching them would be a bad idea, and I tried to make my way into the house, but there were so many of them, and their sticky leaves snagged my clothes. Someone told me the plants were aliens.

I went outside and got into a car driven by two men who were guides of some sort. I looked out the window and saw enormous toad stools as big as buildings. They were beautiful--full of brown and gray swirls and lines. The guides told me they weren't mushrooms. They were structures built by the aliens.

More Bears

I was walking along the edge of a meadow in some tall golden and green grass. There was a river to my left, and there was a big female bear walking along beside on the right. I put my hand out to either ward her off or touch her; I held it out to the side near and slightly above her body. She walked along with me.

Uncle Gary

I was in an annex of a cemetery. There were many rows of low shelves filled with books. The books were Bibles and each represented a person who was buried in the cemetery. The Bibles were filed alphabetically by the names of the people. I was showing a man where Uncle Gary's book was, but instead of a Bible, his spot was marked by a record of Marty Robbins covers played by Uncle Gary. The cover showed a close up photo of him.

Foolish

B*** was staying with me at the Oak Grove house. It was different--bigger and prettier. Lots of oak trees, open space, grass, woods. We had sex, or were going to, but he left quickly. I never could tell if he was kind or mean, loving or hateful, interested in me or not. At dawn, I thought he had gone, and I went into the backyard. I saw him curled up in a sleeping bag in the yard, and felt a surge of happiness that he had stuck around. I tried to duck back into the house before he saw my smile, but it seems he knew I had seen him. I wanted to hide how happy I was that he hadn't left--I didn't want him to know he affected me in any way, good or bad. I wanted him to think I was indifferent to him, the way I thought he felt about me. We walked outside together at dawn, down to the guest house out back in a grove of trees. I looked up at the sky and saw what was left of the night's full moon. It was like a beautiful giant transparent rock with white edges and filled with white swirls and scallops, filling at least half of the sky. I pointed it out to B*** and he was also amazed. I was supposed to be helping an alcoholic old man with a long beard find his wine in a shed, but the guest house was the only building there. It was beautiful, open and airy and white with lots of wood. I was sitting down and I looked up at B*** and asked him please to go back to the main house and tend to the tofu on the stove before it burned. He gave me some attitude about it, but I rolled my eyes at him, and that seemed to spur him to action.