Showing posts with label sexual. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sexual. Show all posts

Thursday, September 22, 2011

The Great

I am in bed with Alexander. It doesn’t seem sexual, however we slowly but surely move into a spoon position. It feels quite natural. Someone else is in the room with us and they don’t seem to mind.

Aliens & Animals

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We are outside. It is a beautiful day. Sun shining. I am near some sort of fenced lot when the animals begin to roam. They have escaped. They are huge and attacking what seems like everything in sight. As I escape east, an animal tracks me down so I hold very still. I breath deeply. The animal passes. I make it back to the dorms where I find myself in a room that is not mine. I am only wearing a sort dress so I peruse the closet. It is filled with retro clothing maybe from eh seventies. I try on a mauve, long-sleeved button up shirt. I know I’ll need some sort of cold protection. I take the shirt and see that there is a dog in the room. I fear it is one of the wild alien animals and continue to treat it as such, however it doesn’t seem to pose any threat. I take a shower, hoping the dog will leave me alone. It just jumps in. Brian joins me (I am in room 19). We start to make love but hear a jeep

pull up outside of our window. The jeep crew, some of whom we may or may not know, offer to take us to a refuge. However we cannot tell the leaders “what we’ve done” or we will be negatively judged. I think we refuse. Now we are in Brian's car driving north with a few companions. On a busy street we see through a foggy sky, a fleet of quick-moving space ships do twisty, curvy maneuvers. They are blasting some announcement over their communication system. Brian and I are making fun of the address because it seems very obvious. Everything they say seems obvious. All of a sudden a blanket of snow and ice is on all you can see. We panic a bit and start looking for any extra clothing we can pile on. I still am wearing a short dress and the shirt from someone's retro closet. 102_1450 I spy a hat, one of those kind with fur on he inside. A girl we are with grabs it first but soon I spy another similar to it. After driving for a bit we realize that there is no more snow. We reach a mountain. The road to it, you can spot all sorts of perversely large animals. A result of the “Recent Panic”. We traverse a rocky path alongside the mountain. Inlaid eye level in the mountain side are short, wide windows. I look inside and see a classroom laboratory. The people inside don’t seem to be concerned about the “Recent Panic”.

 

I am at Suzette and Kenny’s house. I enter the basement through the sliding glass doors. Kenny is sleeping on the couch. As I go upstairs I am thinking about the safety of Maya and Mom. 102_1452 Suzette assures me they are safe. There is a black man smiling at me sitting on the couch. Sharon appears to be very frail. I tell Suzette i plan on walking back, but she insists on giving me a ride.

Friday, July 15, 2011

Fragments

I'm working at a department store. An Asian couple comes to my till. I comment on their choices of clothing, noting that each piece is either blue or yellow if not both. I inquire as to wether they are from Knappa. They say know and laugh. We carry on a whimsical conversation. They are very nice.

A strange man sits beside me on the bench. I am very uncomfortable being so close to him. He's very large, towering over me. I regret being nice to him earlier in the day. I walk off down the street and notice a very handsom man driving in a truck near me. I check to see if I look decent.

Public Transportation

I am babysitting Suzette and Kenny's house. I suppose it's their astral home I often visit. Maya and Brian are there. Brian falls asleep on the couch. The dildo hides tucked between the cushions. Katie G.? Maya suggests I make a batch of rice krispy treats. I doubt we have all of the ingredients. As we board the train or exit, I cannot recall, a black female cop and her drug dog start to sniff my bag. They tell us they need to take it. I act cool and decide to use some positive thinking. On the bus, I take a familiar journey. One where I know we will be going at high speeds, around sharp corners taking steep plunges. It is a transit system that I ride often in Dreamworld. 

Strange Trip

We are on an outing on the beach or lakeside. Dad and I drive to get something we cannot forget. Amanda and Guy are there. I miss Brian and lucidly remember that he will be able to join us this weekend. When we are back from the drive we get to this camp that takes us through a dark place straight to our destination. For some reason, I know that he will shut the light off for the decent. I just know that we will need them. We descend downward and I'm scared but we make it. Lastly we pass through a door at the bottom of our hall/ramp. Who I traveled with is now a very short white man. A small person you might say. I help him down. He seems very on edge, fearful. He stays put. He looks to the open door in horror, so I step up and clasp it shut. A woman I know escorts me back to the are we've set up camp. I comment to the woman while we are walking, about the small nervous man who accompanies me. She looks pale and nervous. She says she would act that way too if the world was ending. I say, “Four days?” She looks to me and replies, “Two days.” I return to the group. They are continuing the movie without me. I am mildly upset. At a bar of some sort with this camp of people. I'm talking to someone and a cute blonde boy with long hair and I begin to flirt. I see later on that the boy was or has proven to be a much younger version of Tiny S. I am immediately concerned about my judgment. I am also mildly repulsed.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

June 16th 2011

My father, or some older male authority that I respect and I are walking the aisles of a major retail store, criticizing their product ethics. I say, “If we could only show the people what it all looks like without added color.” One of the clerks is attractive. There is a little boy at the checkout. I think I see Tony Hawk in the line and I tell him. I soon realize it is not Tony Hawk and recover with an, “April fools!” I am upset or speaking harshly to a girl and I know my breath is just horrible. I am concerned she won't take me seriously.