It seems like an eternity ago when I walked into my first college class, I remember the smells, and the sounds, and the quality of the light. . . I also remember old classmates, one in particular, Alex.
I can’t remember how we became friends since we really had no classes in common, I do remember we had a fall out and after a while we lost contact and never saw each other again.
Last night I had a dream about him, rated PG not to worry, that is to say I do not remember anything except him talking and smiling at me. For some reason my dead grandparents were in the dream too.
My life must be either full of sex or empty of it, since that seems to be a recurring theme on my dreams. This time fortunately I shared it with my significant other.
I can’t remember the entire dream, only that my love was there with me, as I woke up I was filled with a great sensation of content and relief, as oppose to a guilty feeling for dreaming of someone else.
My love with me in wake and slumber, what could be better?
I opened my eyes and looked around me, I was sitting in the stage of an empty theatre with an electric guitar in my hands. Around me, sitting, strumming chords, talking and laughing were Paul, George and Ringo. They were young, their hair was long, as it was when they started to be more independent in their looks and move away from heir initial trademark image.
I started playing, just improvising, moving my fingers slowly at first then faster and faster. They turned their heads and joined me. The music started flowing and then I noticed, John wasn’t there. For some reason I always found that he stood a bit apart from the rest, and now I was in his place. I was playing his guitar. I was John Lennon.Cancel Post
I dreamed a dream of a blue bird, I dream a dream of my grandmother’s death.
My grandmother who is dead, my grandmother who is gone, my grandmother who was the blue bird.
A blue bird with long tail feathers, a blue bird with a red beak, a blue bird who looked at me and said: – Don’t sell the house! –
My father will sell the house.
When I first attended college I met a young man, let’s just call him M, and we became best friends and we developed a crush for each other. Nothing ever came of it except a long lasting deep friendship. Because we are friends, and because that is all that we are I was surprised this morning by my dream about him, about us.
In my dream he was married and I single, I’m not sure how I now this but I do, and we were having sex. In fact, 90% of my dream was just having sex with him. During our encounter two things became apparent, his smell and his huge penis. Truth be told I have never seen his penis in real life, never really even thought about it, but in my dream it was huge and smooth, weird. His smell was musky and reminded me of pine needles.
After we were done his smell stayed with me, stayed after I got out of the apartment that we were in (which I don’t recognized as a real place outside my dream), after I crossed paths with his wife in the lobby. Stayed with me while I partied with our friends.And only disappeared when I woke up.