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Wednesday, September 15, 2004
I had the most vivid dream last night. It is rare when I can remember dreams at all, let alone still be feeling it. But even as the hours pass by I forget more and more about it, and its importance fades.But right when I woke up, it was one of those feelings, where you're just like "Oh!" And then it sinks in that you've been asleep, and nothing you dreamed actually happened. And you are disappointed.
But there was a guy. And I was still with RGuy in the dream. And I guess there was some mild flirtation going. He had spiky hair, and wasn't very tall. Perhaps he looked a little like a punk. And he was friends with the lead singer, Deryck Whibley, from Sum 41 (I'm not sure how this fits in, but maybe it's because I saw him on TV recently). At this one point where we were all just hanging out (RGuy was not around in this part of the dream), I sat in this guys lap, playfully. And I could see Deryck give this guy a questioning look and gesture, and I knew, somehow, that the guy just shrugged in return and went with it.
Then he slowly licked the back of my neck. And it totally made me shiver (in the dream). I remember how it felt, I remember how it made my breathing quicken. And it was totally hot (would that still be true in real life, outside of a dream setting?).
And jump to the next scene in the dream. RGuy and I are in bed together, just sleeping (I guess this is the night after the neck thing). And we are woken up by the guy who comes into the room. And RGuy kicks him out. All of us are surprised. I guess the guy is surprised to find that I am not alone, and I guess he didn't know that I was with RGuy.
The next morning I try to find the guy. And I do. I think we're in my house, and I find him in my dining room. And he's pissed at me. Pissed that I didn't tell him about RGuy. He refuses to talk to me. But I insist, and try to beseech him. I follow him around the dining room table. I tell him that RGuy loves me more than I love RGuy. I guess I try to tell him that I won't be with RGuy much longer.
And the guy seems to relent a little bit, though he still won't really look at me. And I try to find out if I will see him again. He tells me that he doesn't want to see me, so he'll be in the basement when I am doing my cart exchange (which is something I do at work). I tell him I'll be on the 2nd and 3rd floor, and I ask him if he will look for me. And he replies, sullenly, "Maybe."
I guess I was just waiting for that time to come, when he would come look for me. And then I woke up.
This had all the qualities of a dream. The things that don't make sense, and the things that I see everyday, and the things that hang out in my subconscious. But it seemed so real. It seemed like something that could really happen. And I thought it did. And I was disappointed to realize it was all a dream.
11:15 PM
