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Rated: 18+ · Essay · Fantasy · #1674639
A place to record dreams
        5/18/10
         
       
        My dad died over ten years ago. He was an english teacher.

        The dream begins with me meeting him after school in the
        teacher's lounge. I'm still in highschool and I'm going to drive
        him to the South Postal Annex for his second job as a
        dispatcher. He's still wearing his suit and tie.
        He tells me to get a haircut. As we drive along
        the elevated highway into Boston. He tells me he will be
        retiring in a few years. The school is getting too dangerous
        for him. Its too violent. I let him off at the employee entrance
        to the Postal Annex. I remember how worried I was about him.
       
        I dream about Marsella and her smile. I thought about marriage.
        We were in highschool together. She had bigger feet than me.
        I see her bare feet.


        5/19/10
        8:15pm snooze

        I'm dreaming about sea horses again.
        I've always wanted to keep them, but there very fragile.
        I can see the sea horses on the figi reef: bright red and yellow.
        What a strange fish.
        Very beautiful waves overhead.
        Everything, pulsates to the rhythm of the waves.
        The sea horses school about, picking at the figi rock.

        5/4/10
        Woke up 3:00 am

                Blury images of a church. Vines growing through the broken stain glass gothic windows.
          A lion's roar, "For Paris!" I see the lion leap onto the marble alter. There is the bloody
          torn body of a Bishop under the lion's claws. I hear the laughter of women and children
          outside the window. There is smoke everywhere. I lean out the window.
          I see bones on scorched earth. They are human bones. "Avignon!" the lion roars.
          The lion has pounced on me. It's face is at my face.
          "Asmodeus unchained?" I wonder.

                Strange image of a woman crucified. +

          "Excalibur!" the lion roars.


          6/11/10

              I'm playing the memory game with my momsie.
          She places out a deck of cards and asks me to match two of kind.
          I flip the cards and tried to remember the cards I've seen.
          Mom asks me if I remember any dreams.
          "I said I had a nightmare about a storm that was chasing me."
          She smiled, "That's good; always stir things up."
          I start turning cards I haven't seen before and match them two of kind.
          She smiled,  "You see and do not see. That's why the storm is chasing you."
          Her eyes are in the storm clouds.

          I wake at 6:00 am.
          I eat an orange.

          6/17/10
          5:00am

              Reoccurring dream:

              I see my dad's old driveway. The cement sections are cracked and sinking.
              There are ags of blue pebbles exposed on the surface and loose about the driveway.
              Bees and hornets cover the fallen pears at the entrance to the driveway.
              I'm eating one of the pears I've picked from the pear tree.
              The neighbor's wife asks if I could rake the pears in her driveway.
              She is wearing tight black running pants and a green T-shirt.
              I walk to the other side of the private hedge and rake the pears. The bees and hornets
              fly about us. She is trying to swat them. I turn to calm her and place my right hand on
              her left breast.

              "Sudden movement will make them sting." I say.
              I shovel the pears into the trash barrel and drag it back to dad's driveway.



          9/22/10
          2:00am

              A waking dream. A pale woman in grey leotards walks me through a house. She has a tight grip on my erection.
              I'm wearing a parachute and a tiger jump suit. The house is spinning. I look out a window. We are over the sea.
              She jumps, pulling me with her out a door into a free fall over the sea. Our parachutes open.  .
              We have sex on palm branches on white sand. She is always rubbing and tugging on my groin.
              I laugh and she slaps me... (Her eyes are oval: angled up sightly) There is a sliding sensation.. . I wake with a
              sweet taste.

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