Tag: sleep

a dream I had about chancing upon a lunch lady from elementary school

I was at some kind of live outdoor event, perhaps a political one sponsored by the Department Of Education, when I saw one or two of the lunch ladies from my elementary school; I remember one of them responding negatively to Donald Trump; I’d come across again in real life at Borders as an adult several years later.

I was nearly ecstatic because the earlier bookstore reunion; they didn’t remember me, but I told them they look familiar and that’s when they asked me if I attended the school which instantly reminded me where I knew their faces from; was short-lived. I’d rattled off as many teachers I could think of in those several seconds.

They seemed to remember each name I threw at them; Miss Shaw was one of the first; and gave me a brief update on seemingly every one. Some had died, some retired and others, surprisingly enough, still worked there. I wanted to talk more; the nostalgia was intense, but I didn’t want to take up too much of their time.

I figured I’d never see them again; it was quite unlikely; but there they were, or at least one of them was there, at this event in what I didn’t realize at the time was just a dream. I don’t know whether or not they’re related in real life; at least I don’t remember; but they were sisters, perhaps a set of “three” sisters, in this dream.

There was only one by the time we wound up in some kind of room. Perhaps it was backstage at that same event. She sat on a bed of sorts; the room was almost like a jail cell; with Miranda, a manager from the aforementioned Borders, now working as her apparent caregiver, sitting on a bench or chair beside her. They faced me.

I’d reminded the lunch lady; I’m calling them lunch ladies, but they could’ve worked in the school office; I don’t remember which; of our bookstore encounter from years earlier. It’s been amazingly already almost as many years as it had been since I’d seen them at the time. I told her I wanted to talk more at a later time.

Actually I wanted to talk more right then and there; I wanted to start naming teachers again; besides I’ve forgotten all the details of the previous update; but I didn’t want to pester her. It seemed she’d grown elderly, she seemed to be of poor health, hence the caregiver, and she looked tired. I was going to let her rest first.

2025 February 01

a dream I had about Anderson Silva coming back to the UFC

The title read something like “Anderson Silva Back In The UFC For An Easy Win”. It was a headline that suggested he’d recently re-signed with the promotion, just as I’d read about Donald “Cowboy” Cerrone in real life before falling asleep, which, as a fan; Silva is my favorite fighter; instantly made me click the link to found out more.

It was a video that showed a man in a business suit; a greasy-haired Jacob The Jeweler type. It might’ve even been him. He was sitting behind a desk at what I assumed was his place of business, which could’ve been an MMA gym with all the faceless fighters I saw there; one of which was supposedly scheduled to fight Silva.

It flashbacked to a clip of him trying to fight another man; not Silva; near the entrance of that same business. The front walls were tall and windowed like Firstar Bank in Fort Smith. He was being held back by other men. He looked young; they said he was 20 or 21; and tough. He was average-sized but with a muscular build.

I was concerned not so much for old Silva’s safety but his record. I didn’t want him to come back just to get another loss. The “Easy” bit in the headline made me think it would be, as the pro wrestling world puts it, a jobber, but he looked like he’d knock Silva out or take him down and submit him quickly. Silva apparently didn’t agree.

Silva said with confidence that he’d “beat him”. I think he even said he’ll do it “easy”. I think he was talking to the business man via FaceTime (video) or something. I couldn’t see him, but I could hear him as I magically became part of the scene, standing there in that first (front) room of the business with the presumed owner.

He had a grin on his face as he started singing about Silva coming back to fight. I don’t remember the words but they suggested he wanted Silva to “win” and ended with a line to promote his business. We, his small audience, giggled in response. “That’s the only reason you want him to win,” I said, emphasizing “That”. They laughed again.

By then I’d realized that the link I’d clicked was, as the internet world would say, a clickbait title. What Anderson Silva said about the young fighter was real as was the little scuffle, but they weren’t scheduled to fight and Silva didn’t have a new UFC contract. The 49-year-old (Silva) was probably just joking about beating him easily.

2024 December 28

a dream I had about a girl I was about to date

“I’m not going to be able to call you,” she said. “What,” I replied. “I won’t be able to call you,” she might’ve rephrased it in the same wet whisper, “You’ll have to call me.” If she went on to tell me why, it had something to do with either her phone not working or not getting in trouble at her job.

“Okay,” I said to which she responded with a kiss on the left side of my forehead. She would’ve had to bend over to do it because I was sitting at a computer with a younger guy, perhaps a newbie I was training, to my right. I guess that’s why she talked so quietly. She didn’t want to disturb us.

The kiss took me by surprise as we weren’t yet romantically involved. What she said was in reply to a message from me sent in reply to a message from her, perhaps a question, that strongly implied she was interested in dating. I’d made it clear I was also interested and told her to call me.

She was a white (Caucasian) girl with straight blondish hair. She had freckles or acne; there were blemishes on her face; but she was cute enough. She was also short and petite enough. She was probably also a lot younger than me, which I hoped wouldn’t be a romantical dealbreaker.

She’d began to walk away; she apparently had to go back to work; when I asked if I could text her, meaning we didn’t have to talk. She said yes and left as I wondered about a future between us. Marriage was out of the question, but I was certainly willing to date and of course have sex with her.

2024 November 17

a dream I had about licking a girl’s pussy

“You want me to eat you out,” I might’ve asked, though I think it was more like a challenge; “I bet you won’t let me eat you out.” It was in response to something she’d said about being a freak; someone who’s sexually uninhibited. It was somewhat of a boast on her part, which I took advantage of. I was only sort of joking and perhaps she was when she accepted the challenge, but she sat back and pulled her pants down.

They could’ve been shorts, but what does it matter. She was on a couch with nothing between me and her bare pussy but a thin layer of cotton. I started rubbing on her clit, through her panties, almost instantly and she almost as instantly started getting wet. I pulled her waistband down a lot quicker than I probably would’ve if I knew it was a sure thing; if we weren’t in a room with other people; her friends; walking around.

There was a guy right there with us, to her left, either on the couch or in a chair just beside it. I don’t remember if I was still rubbing her clit or had already started licking it when he leaned over with a smile to get a closer look. She scolded him in a quasi-angry fashion, telling him to “get the fuck back” or something along those lines, with an exaggerated grimace. She was a ghetto girl, yes, but her looks were just my type.

She was light-skinned; black but probably mixed with Hispanic or something down the heredity line; with a cute face and petite body. She didn’t seem particularly slim; the way she was bending over as she sat back on the couch might’ve even given her two or three belly rolls; but she was far from fat. If not for her personality, she’d be nearly perfect for me. Not that I was trying to be her boyfriend or anything.

All I wanted to do was, as the popular metaphor goes, eat her out and that I was doing. Technically I was licking her clitoris, but I certainly would’ve worked my way down if she didn’t cum (orgasm) so fast. In true dreamworld fashion, her panties, which I’d pulled down but not off, filled with clear nectar, which I slurped up like a happy hummingbird. “Piña colada, baby,” I said as I stood up and that’s just what it tasted like.

I remember asking if she was really a girl (female) before I started. Her agreeing to let me do it as fast as she did; I barely even knew her; seemed too good to be true. She’d laughed and affirmed she was. Afterward when she reminded me of the LBG girl I’d made fun of, I feared she was going to confess to being a male or something, but all she said with a giggle was that she’s her “wife”; whatever that meant.

2024 November 07

a dream I had about walking to Jacksonville Beach and seeing a huge whale

I was on a trip to Jacksonville; either on a day trip or overnight vacation; and decided to walk, yes walk, to Jacksonville Beach. It’s a trek I wouldn’t even consider in real life; it would take about six hours; but it was a much shorter distance in the dream; still long but more like an hour or two.

The reason was to determine whether or not to (video) shoot a model (girl) there before it gets too cold. It was still late October and winter was approaching fast. It was also evening; the same time of day I’d schedule the modeling session for in order to take advantage of the setting sunlight.

I knew it was a yes as soon as I arrived. I’d have to schedule it soon, within the next couple of weeks or so, but the weather was nice and warm. The beach was also packed, which didn’t bother me nearly as much as it would’ve in real life. I imagined nobody really paying that much attention to us.

There were so many people; sunbathing, swimming, running, playing volleyball, doing all the things people do at the beach; we’d just blend in. There also seemed to be some kind of festival going on, which would explain the crowd, though it was just another Jacksonville Beach weekend in the dream.

That’s despite what seemed like two suns; one going down in the distance as it normally does, another shining down just overhead like a big lightbulb. The clouds were also weird and there were Laputa-like structures in the sky. It was a dream world, but it all seemed normal enough at the time.

What didn’t; the one truly remarkable aspect of my visit; was when I saw a huge whale leap up from the water. It looked like an orca, but it had to be at least a thousand feet long as it soared in slow motion. I wowed up at it, along with the little boy standing beside me, as I pondered the sighting.

Though neither of us thought to take a picture, I knew we were witnessing something extraordinary. Whales don’t get that big; never mind the physics-defying leap; but I justified it as cetological ignorance on my part when I saw another slimmer one doing the same thing a short while later.

That’s when I decided to leave. Not because I was scared of the whales; I was a little; but because I’d only come to decide whether or not to shoot a model and already made up my mind. I thought about the (short) long walk home, wondering if there was some kind of shortcut I could take, when I awoke.

2024 October 30

a dream I had about looking for eggnog at an outdoor Christmas store

I was at some kind of outdoor Christmas event. It was more like a huge store, possibly connected to a shopping mall, that sold Christmas trees, decorations and the like. The whole place probably smelled like pine cones. There were reefs, stockings, figurines and so on; a shopper’s delight for anything Christmas themed; but all I was looking for was the eggnog.

I say “the” instead of “some” because I had the sense I’d been to this store before and remembered seeing, if not buying, it. I was going to ask a worker, preferably a manager, where it was but couldn’t find a free one amongst the crowd, which probably included a line of parents waiting for pictures of their kids sitting on the lap of a man dressed as Santa Claus.

When I finally found the eggnog area; they only sold TG Lee brand at $7 a carton; it was a bittersweet experience. The main display case; a round stand of sorts; was empty, so I walked over to the back where I thought I saw other varieties, including Chocolate and Cookie-flavored, but I soon realized they were some sort of eggnog candy; nothing to drink.

After scanning that section back and forth, seemingly trying to will a carton into existence, I actually saw one. It was a Cookie one and there was a man standing to my left; he was looking too; so I quickly grabbed it and eggnog spilled all over my fingers. The man gasped in surprise or perhaps disgust. It was an open carton that wasn’t even being refrigerated.

Now that it was obvious why there was apparently one carton of eggnog left in the whole place; it was facing backward when I grabbed it, which is why I couldn’t tell it had been opened; I quickly put it back. I, the nog junkie I am, did however put the chewing gum I’d been holding in that same hand in my mouth; odd as I rarely chew gum in real life; and savor the taste.

2024 October 11

a dream I had about searching my house and seeing Fat Joe

I don’t know what I was looking for. At least I don’t remember now. Whatever it was had me searching around my house; an altered version of the upstairs I used to live at. What stands out the most is the room with the short bookcase filled on at least one bottom shelf and the top with books.

They weren’t just plain paperback books but big hardcover ones with elaborate artsy, some childlike, designs and decorations. I had quite the collection with dozens of interesting ones I’d never got around to reading. Even in the dream, I was pressed for the extra time to do such things.

My search for whatever I was looking for soon brought me to a back room the real house didn’t have. It would’ve been above the downstairs back door and porch area. That’s where I saw Fat Joe; the rapper. He started to ask if he could stay the night and I stopped him to tell him he could.

“I have a list of people who can spend the night whenever they want,” I might’ve phrased it, “and you’re near the top of that list.” I honestly didn’t mind it. I actually wanted him to because before I saw him, there was an underlying fear this dream would somehow turn into a nightmare.

2024 August 22

a dream I had about visiting a brothel

I don’t know whether I thought it was a regular hotel or knew it was a brothel, but there I was, in a fancy five-star-styled suite, ready to spend the night. I must’ve been on the internet or something, but it seemed like a real-life (paper) brochure popped up out of nowhere. It was the picture on it though that made me recoil.

I literally jumped as if somebody scared me, which is basically what happened. The face on the brochure, which was supposed to be a woman, looked like a darker version of RuPaul without the makeup and wig. It was probably a man, I thought, but even if I knew it was a woman, it would’ve been a hard pass.

The hookers could apparently see our reactions live from another room because he/she (it) came out almost instantly with a look of disgust to match mine. It was apparently highly offended by my reaction to which I explained apologetically that, with so many men pretending to be woman, I couldn’t take any chances.

It left just as quick as it came, leaving me with a metaphorical bad taste in my mouth. I must’ve had my own condoms because I wasn’t really concerned about STDs, but fucking a dude wasn’t exactly on my list of things to do. I did have my camera with me though and planned to try to get a video if the girl allowed.

“The girl” ended up being the very next one to pop up on a brochure. This one looked a lot younger, a lot lighter skinned and, most importantly, a lot cuter. That last bit automatically increased the likelihood of it being a female, enough so that, even after that first scary encounter, I didn’t doubt it.

She looked like a foreign girl; one of the Asian varieties; and quite petite, which I love. I was so enamored, in fact, that, in a magical dream move, I grabbed her by the hand via brochure, which made her appear in real life but also yank her hand away in what seemed like anger. She obviously didn’t like me grabbing her hand.

Before I could wonder if that meant she was repulsed by me physically, she made it clear that I was simply going too fast. She went pass me a few feet, further into my suite, as if walking off her irritation, turned around and came back to me. “You can get it,” she said before rubbing her fingers to imply I’d have to pay.

“Of course,” I said with an exaggerated grimace before she pulled a long gun out from nowhere; it was a shotgun or rifle; and pointed it right at my face. I somehow got the hint; not that she was going to rob me but that she’d shoot me if I didn’t pay her after sex. “Damn,” I said. She laughed and put the gun down.

A maid; she was cute too; had also entered the room. She carried my stuff to the bed. I remember seeing the legs of my tripod dangling from her arms. That reminded me of the video, which I still hadn’t brought up when I awoke. Whether she agreed to let me shoot her or not, I’d like to think the night ended in a threesome.

2024 July 23

a dream I had about seeing Morrell on the bus

I don’t know what I was doing on the bus. I had a car. I even offered Morrell a ride home after he told me he still couldn’t drive. He suffered a brain injury, and almost lost his life, in a car accident several years ago and had to relearn how to do basic things most people take for granted like walking and reading. He still hadn’t relearned how to drive in the dream. That’s if he ever would.

I think I asked him how he got “here” or “there” and he told me, or implied that, he walked. It seemed to be to the high school we attended from Highland Park; about four miles. I told him that wasn’t far to me; he knew I walked a lot; to which he reminded me of his disability. That’s when I offered him the ride albeit reluctantly because I generally don’t like other people in or near my car.

He was near the front of the bus and I was closer to the back, so we’d been talking loud enough for everyone else to hear; something I would’ve hated doing, thus probably wouldn’t have done, in real life. He eventually came back to where I was; I guess he was just getting on when we saw each other; and sat just behind and across from me, where we continued our conversation.

I hadn’t seen him in years nor the friends I met thru him. “You still talk to William,” I asked. He put up his hand and did the kinda wave except here it probably meant not really. I also asked about Darius; I think that was his name but I was more certain in the dream; and I thought he said he was gay. There was a lot of noise on the bus, so I was going to ask him to repeat it when I awoke.

2024 July 21