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a dream I had about a girl staring at me like she wanted to fuck

It was daytime; sometime in the afternoon or more likely the evening. I was sitting in my car in the parking lot of McDonald’s. I don’t know why I was there; I don’t think I’d ordered anything or planned to; but there I was, engine off, in the driver’s seat with the door open. It’s hot in Florida.

There are also plenty of hot girls in Florida, both in looks and in other ways. The girl sitting over there, several feet from me, wasn’t hot in looks. Her body may’ve been, but her face; my main criteria for hotness; was just okay. The way she stared at me though, I assumed she was hot in other ways.

She was a black girl, probably just out of her teens, and I think she worked there because at that same table, which was part of McDonald’s outside eating area, sat another girl, maybe even two, wearing actual McDonald’s uniforms, though in hindsight they looked more like Wendy’s.

Whichever fast-food place it was, she seemed to be on a lunch break or something. The other girl was, or other girls were, probably on shorter breaks. She was the only one who seemed to notice me though as she continued to stare at me, which I observed only thru occasional glances.

It wasn’t one of those “I’m thinking of something else while looking your way” gazes but a full-on “I can’t wait to suck your dick” zone-in. She couldn’t have been more blatant if she stood up and yelled it, which gave me a slight feeling of unease if only because there were other people around.

Don’t get me wrong. I wanted her to suck my dick, ride it too, probably even more than she did. I said her face was just okay, partly because of her darkish skin, but she was more pretty than ugly and seemed to have a pair of tits under that shirt. When it comes to sex, I’m not too picky from there.

I awoke before anything else happened, but I’d like to think we hooked-up. Maybe I smiled and asked what she was staring at or she finally got up and walked over to me on her own. Perhaps we exchanged phone numbers and got together that night. No fancy restaurant; just straight to the bedroom.

2020 August 01

a dream I had about driving my cars from a bus

I was on a bus, going south (southwest) on what seemed like the first street I lived on in Detroit, except it was longer. Instead of one intersecting Avenue before you had to turn left or right; or crash thru a fence, down a grassy slope and the wrong way onto a busy Freeway; there were at least two.

I know that because as the bus passed each intersection, seeming to slow down or stop as if there was a Stop sign at each one, I was able to look out of the window to my left and drive my own vehicle; I think it was two cars, but it could have been a car and a truck or some kind of SUV; via remote control.

I don’t know if it was an actual remote control like one used for an RC toy, my phone or what, but I was able to drive one of two vehicles I owned at each intersection. It seemed they were already rolling (northwest) and I was merely trying to park them to the side so that they wouldn’t block traffic.

My plan was to get off the bus soon, before it turned left or right at the end of the street, walk over and drive each vehicle home. What I don’t understand is why I didn’t just get off immediately. Perhaps I thought there could be more intersections with more vehicles, though it’s unlikely I’d own more than two.

I awoke just before or after getting off, contemplating how to drive two vehicles home. I was uncomfortable leaving them parked haphazardly as they were because I didn’t have time to park them properly. In hindsight, the most sensible choice would be to drive one home, walk back and drive the other one.

2020 July 20

a Tweet from Dan Dicks about being banned from YouTube

a dream I had about witnessing a crazy traffic collision

It seems I started off driving, but I could’ve been walking the whole time. I don’t know. I was definitely walking, alongside a guy I didn’t know, when the vehicle; a car, truck or van that seemed tan in color; came speeding toward us.

We were walking on and seemingly near the middle of some sort of expressway; the kind with two or three lanes of traffic going both ways, divided by a median strip with grass and maybe a concrete barrier. Perhaps there wasn’t a sidewalk.

We’d just passed an intersection. The vehicles behind us, facing us from the back, were stopped at a red light, there seemed to be no traffic coming from the sides, toward our left and right from behind, nor in the parallel lanes to our left.

All I could see in front of us, at least all I noticed, was the vehicle coming directly toward us, going way too fast. We moved to the side to get out of the way as it swerved from lane to lane. It seemed out of control and was going the wrong way.

I think the driver tried to brake; there may have been a loud screech; as it passed us, passed the intersecting street just behind us and slammed into the oncoming traffic, which was still stopped at the light, hitting at least one other vehicle.

The impact was incredible. It sent the vehicle, the one that had been going the wrong way, what looked like a hundred feet into the air like magic. We watched, looking up, as it soared, flipped a few times and crashed violently into the water.

That means the whole expressway must’ve been a bridge, which in hindsight makes what happened even scarier. Why me and the other guy were taking a death walk is the question. Why that one vehicle was going the wrong way is another.

I was about to ask the guy if he knew how to swim before dismissing it as a stupid question. The vehicle didn’t seem to break apart before it sank like a rock, but to suggest he jump in and try to save whoever was inside seemed ludicrous.

I certainly wasn’t going to, even if I’d known how to swim. It would have to be someone or something I really cared about in that vehicle and that was unlikely. It was probably a drunk old person with early dementia or schoolgirl on her phone.

In any case, whoever it was, they were most likely dead or dying at the very least. Crashing into the water, albeit face down, wasn’t so bad. You could theoretically escape the vehicle and tread up. It’s the first impact that would’ve ended your life.

Whether or not the person or people were lucky enough to survive, or unlucky depending on the severity of their injuries, is something I’ll probably never know. The vehicle hadn’t even had enough time to reach the bottom when I awoke.

2020 ( June 22 )