Dream 25 December 2009
What is left of this dream is scant. I had been walking toward a pool filled with young women in an attempt to deliver some sort of message (or at least, that is the sort of impression I have). I had approached one of those women and made some sort of exchange where I asked to see what sort of bikini underwear she had that I could get my significant other, and she pulled back the bikini bottoms she was wearing, and I picked one, so she took it off of herself (without undressing, how bizarre). I walked into a building and walked a few corridors, ready to take my camera out and put it in my bag in a way where it would be inconspicuous enough and still capable of voyeurism. I walked out, fully expecting to “accidentally” get some topless women on camera. After I approached, the dream ends.
Dream just now – 1400 Monday 28 December 2009
I was on the bus from Canada heading home, and I remember we got off of the highway but not for downtown where I always get off, but instead deep through a suburb and finally off in the middle of nowhere. I called up my significant other and asked for a ride. I managed to get online, and I proceeded to check Reddit even as we were still moving in the bus. When I got off, I somehow got picked up, by whom I’m not sure… I don’t even recall being in a moving vehicle at this stage. I texted my significant other informing them that they really did need to see me as soon as possible, and then I proceeded to fire messages to other people trying to get some sort of a birthday festivity going on last-minute.
When I got home, all sorts of office-like walls had been erected with varying Chinese characters in varying stages of completion. My family informed me that this had been done for me and that I should enjoy them. I went around the wall to get to the kitchen and grab myself something to drink when I was told to come back around and see what they had been doing to the house.
What was the bathroom was now my younger sibling’s room. It had been massively expanded in order to become a bedroom (to the extent that it could be – it now fit a bed, a dresser and had room for little else). The room was still tiled, and I observed that it should be replaced with carpet in order to better accomodate the look of all of the other rooms, unless it wanted to match with the bathroom of course. I then looked over and was told that my parents had made a new bathroom in the house, and that it did not need to have every amenity (implying that it was huble). I peered inside at it and noticed that the bathroom was larger than my sibling’s new room, and that there was a sofa inside of it. I did not use it.
I sat down in a pile of blankets and for some reason, removed myself of my pants and trousers, and proceeded to shuffle through the black bag of goods I had obtained at Seattle. Covered by a blanket and free to drafts of air now, I presented my family a very old magazine I had obtained for them. My eldest sibling then arrived at the house and mentioned things I can’t seem to recall. I went to put on pants.
I went outside and started walkiing and that’s when I walked into one of my exes. I mentally confused my current dream and informed them that I had just dreamt that I talked to them and they fucked over my house, my ex and one of their exes had anyway, much to their incredulation as such a pairing could no longer be possible as of now. We then encountered two others and proceeded to walk along a grassy path. One of the others looked like a very finely tanned Latina (or Brazilian) woman, and someone said something to the effect of calling her a whore, whence I remarked either aloud or to myself that I could only be a whore, being guilty of similar things. As we were walking I observed some construction workers in the depressed patch of earth just below us, mumbling in some sort of language I could not recognise. They looked at us but did not seem to care as we continued walking around in circles, climbing over some sort of concrete apparatus. The woman was crawling over them faster and more ingenuously, as if trying to escape us. How baffling.
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