Dream Log: June 17, 2000

midday migraine dementia

pain, want to sleep, lying on side, sweating, pain, smells, sweat, pain...

comfort. i'm in new york. no, hong kong. no, new york. i'm yuka honda. sci-fi wasabi is in my head, i must be yuka honda in new york, i'm in new-- mexico. i'm not yuka? but i thought i was

pain, want to sleep, too bright, nice and dark, too bright anyway, lying on my bed,

standing up, looking around, somewhere not sure, have pretty zebra-striped skin, oh look, my feet are so cute like that, that mirror right there, my muzzle, i have such cute quills too...

pain, i'm floating, my head is in a vice, i'm asleep but awake but not hypnagogic...

peanut butter. peanut butter, peanut butter, peanutbutterpeanutbutter. three-toed tree trog! three-toed-- (Magenta, be zippy!)

the mirror... zebra-striped skin, all over, looks very nice on me. oh, and my ears, that body modification must have worked, but...

pain, want to sleep, drenched in sweat, take off my shirt, it is wet, pain, pain... where am I? I'm in--
not new york, not hong kong, can't be in las cruces, too much pain for that...

my head is in a vice.

This dream was relativly straight forward for once, and i remembered it. Except it repeated like 5 times, each time with something a little different, i think my subconsious was trying to find the perfect play of the scenario.

Little backround: My SO and i have joked (sorta) about her family going to canada sometime this summer, and leaving her at my place. We're both minors living with our families. Please Shoot me. Anyways...

By play through...

1. Guest bedroom isn't compelted (it's not IRL), she's out on the couch for the night, its folded out into a bed. I'm in my room, in bed, on my stomach, in a sleeping bag. (I sleep in a sleeping bag, on my bed, its comfy). Enter SO, i'm oblivious to her entry at this point, although my 3rd person perspective knows she is there. She slides into the sleeping bag with me somehow, we hug, the sleeping bag rips. It can't hold both of us. stop, lather, rinse, repeat.
   
2. This time, scene plays as before, i am under a blanket and a sheet, enough to keep one person warm. She enters, pulls back the blanket to get under, slides onto my back, lying half on half off me, arms over me, etc. It's way to hot for these blankets. stop, lather, rinse, repeat.
   
3. Same as before, only this time she is in the finished guest bedroom. She comes across the hall to my room, no blanket on me. She slides onto me, over my back. We get comfy, and kiss for a few minutes. Wait, she probably wouldn't come in on her own accord. stop, lather, rinse, repeat.
   
4. Guest bedroom completed, she is in there on a generic bed, with the generic guest bedroom/hotel room stuff. She is in a night gown, although she wheres a shirt/shorts to bed. I talk to her before parents went to bed. "Why don't you come into my room once my parents are asleep", she confirms, although i don't think she said anything. I am now waiting under the sheet, i hear her come in this time. I roll over to greet her, she lays directly ontop of me, we wind up just holding each other. I can't get to sleep. Something is not right. No pleeding to allow her overnight. stop, lather, rinse, repeat.
   
5. This time i start out begging and pleeding with my mom to let her spend a week or two over here. Thats better. She agrees, which strikes me as odd, but there are special circumstances. Scene plays as before. We wind up rolling to the side, facing each other for a minute, then spooning. We almost immediatly fall asleep, i swith to the 3rd person camera in the dream.

I then woke up in real life with one of those warm fuzzy feelings, and the need to snuggle with my girlfriend. See my Day Log.

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Even though we parted on bad terms, She is pleased to meet me

We meet in a house on a hillside, the floor is level, but I enter high up the hill and leave low down. This does not bother me.

There is a girl from work in a field with many children, but they are nothing to do with me.

The weather is good, but many people are staying inside.

The hillside has more houses now, but I don't wonder how they got there.

She has left, but I am not unhappy.

I walk through a house, the rooms morph around me. First a hall with stairs grows a kitchen at the side. As I walk towards the kitchen it changes into a bathroom. The window in the bathroom changes into a door. She is in the shower, we have sex there.

It has clouded over. This distresses me.

The children have stopped playing and come over to visit, we discuss many things. I wonder how these children are so lucid and mature, without wondering why I cannot hear the conversation properly.

There is a computer in the newly morphed hall that is displaying E2, several children cluster around it.