My mother started a lesbian prostitution house.
I was in my room and she came to get me wearing simply a robe, and then led me to her bedroom which consisted of a sheet hanging over her window and a mattress on the floor. (but then my brain decided it didn't like this version, and took me back to my room again)
So I left my room and went to my moms room, where the room layout was the same as it had been in the beginning, only there were two women laying on the bed wrapped up in each other. They were of average weight expected for women of fourty that had given birth to kids, but their bodies were painted or drawn like something from Degas (mostly blue hues). My mother was standing beside the bed pulling on a robe, and the two women stopped cuddling to turn their heads and look at me. She explained what she was doing and how she had to interview them, and although I like women and men myself (but my mother doesn't know) I was incredibly angry with her. I cant quite remember what actions were taken place, but my mother kept telling me that these two women meant a lot to her and she wanted me to love them too. Then she started screaming it, saying that she would kill me if I didn't make love to them. I suddenly had this sick feeling in my chest and I ran from the room, only to end up in my U.S. History class.
Our teacher was handing out boxes with sexy uniforms in them to anyone who had already finished their assignment. I was looking through the box and noticed that my bra was a 36 C (also my mothers size), whereas I was really a 36 B. I knew it wouldn't fit, but I felt too ashamed to raise my hand and ask for a smaller size because I remembered wearing a push up bra earlier that week, which was probably where he got the idea from that I was C, and I was worried he wouldn't find me attractive and that the whole class would think I was a slut.
Then I was at a friends house. [ This friend I like more than a friend, and we had started our relationship out sexual until he realized I was trasnferring to his school (living reasons, not to be with him) and decided I should know he had a girlfriend. Talking to her is awkward sometimes now, but I deal. ] He wouldn't leave his room even though a lot of us were there, and his girlfriend lived with him, only on the first floor and down a long hallway. The house was HUGE, and his mother was a slight bitch. Eventually I went upstairs to get the guy and his room was a girls room, and he was a girl, but of course since this was a dream I didn't notice the change and suddenly he was now just a really good girlfriend instead. Eventually we all ate dinner and I cant really remember what happened involving that after.
THEN (I just switch places a lot) I'm running from some guy sent by my mother to kill me. Nothing that has a lot of fear in my throat, but enough to make me run. by now I know I'm dreaming and I'm suddenly really irritated with my head because it just put me through a night of stress, so I keep running even though a part of me is aching to wake up simply to spite my mind. We're on the outskirts of a public field next to some woods, and I run down cobble steps, make a quick right and keep on going. Eventually there's just this long blue string hanging from the sky and I grab it, and start swinging in large rounded circles as if on a tether ball string. Suddenly I'm no longer myself, but the boy who was chasing after myself, and my image is sitting on a swing set. The string is coming from the sky again, and as the boy I keep going in circles getting closer and closer to grabbing myself, but always being just out of reach. Finally I decide my dream has run it's course and it's not going anywhere, and wake up.
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02-29-2008, 03:21 PM
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