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a dream I had about a girl I like making me a plate of food

Her red feet were the main thing I noticed when I returned from wherever I’d been the past few hours. I saw her on my walk there. She was just setting up her mini restaurant; a food truck of sorts at which customers could sit and eat under an umbrella roof. By the time I returned, it had just closed and she was sweeping the street.

I greeted her and asked how it went. She was apparently new to the gig. It may have even been her first day. She smiled; she’s one of my all-time favorite cuties; and said it went very well. I was genuinely happy for her. Her new business; I think it was Cuban or Columbian food; was evidently a success. I could tell she was exhausted though.

That goes back to her feet. She was wearing sandals and I could see just from looking down at them that the soles were red (pink) and probably sore. I desperately wanted to rub them; not just to make her feel better but for my own romantic and sexual desires. She’s one of the biggest crushes I ever had. She knew I had one on her but not how big.

She was also sweaty; it was a hot day in Florida; and breathing heavy from all the cleaning, which only turned me on more. If we weren’t standing out there on a public, albeit nearly empty, street; I think there was one man, perhaps a remaining police officer, standing near; I might’ve proposed my foot massage right then and there.

Instead she offered to make me a plate. I wasn’t particularly hungry, don’t like eating around people and didn’t want her to have to work any more than she’d already had, so I politely declined, but she sort of insisted on it. She started to walk me over to her food truck thingy. She obviously wanted me to try it, so I decided not to put up a fight.

She sat me at a table if you can call it that. The cramped umbrella roof area; the only place to sit if you didn’t already have a festival chair; couldn’t have fit more than a few people at a time. At this time, since she’d technically closed, I was the only one as she began to prepare my plate. Whatever it was, I was going to enjoy it coming from her.

2025 September 28

a dream I had about a girl masturbating on the phone

I was on the phone with a co-worker named Courtney. It was our first time talking on the phone, so we must’ve recently exchanged numbers. Perhaps that was my way of making up for what I did earlier that day or days earlier. I walked past and insulted her as a joke. She got upset; not mad but sad; which made me feel bad.

I knew she liked me in a romantical crush sort of way; she made it about as obvious as she could without actually saying it; but I didn’t feel the same about her. She was okay-looking; not attractive enough to be seen in public dating or anything like that but certainly attractive enough to have (secret) sex with if it came down to it.

It was just a normal phone conversation until she started breathing heavy. I thought it was because she was walking around, doing stuff around the house or getting ready for bed. It was dark outside, so it had to be late evening or early nighttime. The breathing started to turn me on even as we talked. Then she stopped talking.

The breathing continued, gradually becoming more pronounced, but she was no longer responding to my comments or questions. “What are you doing,” I might’ve asked, but she just kept on breathing. I thought maybe she fell asleep until she began to moan. It quickly crescendoed into what sounded like a powerful orgasm.

It was a hell of a surprise to me. We hadn’t been talking about sex or anything and she didn’t say anything to prepare me for it. She just did it. If the goal was to impress me, it worked. “Did you just do what I think you did,” I might’ve phrased it, “I didn’t know you had it in you.” My only regret was that I didn’t have time to record it.

2025 August 30

a dream I had about a girl I liked and driving to a grocery store

I’d been talking with a girl. I don’t know where we were, perhaps our college campus. It did sort of seem like Wayne State University, though later thoughts of driving to Walmart suggest we were more likely in Florida. Whatever the state or class subjects, there was romantic chemistry in the air.

We weren’t what people call boyfriend and girlfriend; just friendly acquaintances; but she did seem to have a crush on me as I kind of did on her. She was attractive enough; a slim girl with somewhat of a cute face and a skin tone about the color of mine. She also had what seemed to be a nice personality.

We were walking together, leaving campus or wherever we were for the day. It seemed the conversation was heading to the possibility of hooking up later to hang out or maybe even go on an impromptu date, but then it started to rain, which sent us scurrying off in separate directions to our cars.

I think she’d given me her phone number, so it wasn’t necessarily goodbye for the day. I remember thinking of calling or texting her but not wanting to seem more into her than she seemed to be into me. If she had my phone number, I probably would’ve waited to see if she would contact me first.

The next thing I remember is driving in the rain on a multi-laned street with traffic going both ways. I really enjoyed the drive, at least it seems in hindsight, perhaps only because of what just happened with the girl. I wasn’t in love or anything; her skin wasn’t as light as I normally go for; but I liked her.

That’s when I started thinking of Walmart. I was ultimately headed home but needed or wanted to stop at a grocery store first, which I did. It had started to get dark out by then. It wasn’t Walmart though. It was just a regular grocery store, which was good because I was tired of always going to Walmart.

2025 August 10