The Dream Thread

sixpackshaker

sixpackshaker

I was on a date with this tall, thin, Latina woman who was a powerful career woman. We were touring a multi-building traveling museum exhibit on Egyptian culture. Between buildings I mentioned that I needed to stop in the restroom, she did too. We went into the separate rooms, which were really rundown, like 1970s high school stadium ones built decades before.
When I was finished some slack-jawed yokel came in and started flirting/intimidating me, with clear intent. Just as I pushed passed him, 20+ people poured into the room of different sexes and started their own traveling orgy. I pushed my way outside to realize I was stuck in there for over an hour. And my date was gone.
I looked around the campus looking for her and ran into friends I had from high school a man and a woman. They guy knew of my situation because we kept in touch over the years, but the woman I had not seen since graduation. As we were leaving the exhibit, my male friend goes off on a Tarantino-esque rant about how much he hated Dora the Explorer.

I said, "I have a differing opinion, since I was just on a date with her."

Female friend, "Ewwww."

"What? She's like 30 now?"
 
drawn_inward

drawn_inward

Dreamt that I needed to commit suicide to jump to a new reality. Like a Sliders + Groundhogs Day mash up. I kept jumping worlds looking for my family / home world. I tried crashing a car to die and fucked it up and killed some bystanders. I didn't have ID or insurance and I was getting ready to be jacked up by the authorities when I woke up.
 
bhamv3

bhamv3

I've caught another cold, which includes a sore throat and a fever, so I woke up this morning at around 4am with my throat on fire and feeling cold and generally not well. As I drifted in and out of consciousness, not sure if I was awake or asleep, the only consistent thing was a song that kept playing in my mind.

Espresso, by Samantha Carpenter.

Not Samantha Carpenter's version, though. No, it was the Domingo version.



My brain must really hate me or something, because having this screechy, off-key version playing non-stop in my mind for several hours was not fun.
 
ThatNickGuy

ThatNickGuy

Just woke up and want to get this out before I forget it.

So, in the dream, I meet this woman through Facebook Marketplace because I'm selling some books. She comes over to my place (which is something I wouldn't do for a Marketplace meet-up like this, but whatever, dream logic). And she's immediately flirtatious and kind of in my face. She talks about borrowing my other books that aren't for sale. I should also mention she's VERY pregnant. Like, you're surprised she hasn't gone into labour pregnant. The books she's interested are animal books, and tries to get me to guess why. I think cute animals for her pending baby, but no, it's something more than that. She never tells me what it is.

She's also really flirtatious, as I mentioned, but to the point of wanting to rest her head in my lap or crawling under the covers of my bed because she was cold. I eventually decide that's too many boundaries being pushed and ask her to leave.

She later messages me to apologize and asks me out for dinner. Her treat, as a way of an apology. I begrudgingly accept.

Before the date, I learn it was actually kind of a set up by my best friend. He wanted to introduce her to me and thought this would be the best way to do it. She told him that I'm nice but not "boyfriend material."

On the date, she's also oddly not pregnant anymore, so some time must have passed since the first meeting. I unleash everything about what I learned her. I tell her I don't appreciate the duplicitous nature of her and my friend. She's not crying, but she's clearly very disappointed in herself. I end the date there, and leave to get my bike. She follows me and starts walking beside me. I tell her I'm absolutely not interested.

And that's when I woke up.
 
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