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One of those Rare Dreams I Can Remember
Aug. 31st, 2015 09:57 amI have my first class today; I feel many things about this.
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I almost never remember my dreams. I don't know when the last time I did was.
But this morning, I woke from a dream I was having about exploring a huge abandoned post office, maybe like the one in Chicago. Or rather, it started that way. I brought my mother with, and she seemed to be having a good time going up and down stairs and walking around the roof. It turned out that there were lots of people exploring the structure. It was rather like the time that Posicat and I snuck into Michigan Central Station and met no fewer than three other groups of explorers in there. Then the building became part of some kind of university campus, and a person who was ostensibly security for the building found us but was pretty forgiving of our presence.
The scene shifted through a couple of settings in that oddly rapid way that dreams do. Someone turned on a light and I was startled to realize that there was electricity in the building. Another group of urb-exers were sitting in a room with a couch to watch something on a television. My mother was gone and Danae was there, and the two of us sat on a couch with one of them while others occupied other furniture or floor space. The three of us on the couch were snuggled together and wearing decreasing amounts of clothing. I knew Danae, on the other side of our new friend, did not object, but suddenly I realize that I hadn't talked to said new friend specifically to ask whether she minded that I was nuzzling her breasts. My alarm woke me up shortly after asking the question, though I think I was getting a positive response.
I suspect some of this dream comes from Danae talking about her new roommate. Not only is he less likely than her previous roommate to be weirded out by loud sex, but he's been engaging in some himself with his sweeties who helped him move in. This makes me smile, but also makes me miss my partner.
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I almost never remember my dreams. I don't know when the last time I did was.
But this morning, I woke from a dream I was having about exploring a huge abandoned post office, maybe like the one in Chicago. Or rather, it started that way. I brought my mother with, and she seemed to be having a good time going up and down stairs and walking around the roof. It turned out that there were lots of people exploring the structure. It was rather like the time that Posicat and I snuck into Michigan Central Station and met no fewer than three other groups of explorers in there. Then the building became part of some kind of university campus, and a person who was ostensibly security for the building found us but was pretty forgiving of our presence.
The scene shifted through a couple of settings in that oddly rapid way that dreams do. Someone turned on a light and I was startled to realize that there was electricity in the building. Another group of urb-exers were sitting in a room with a couch to watch something on a television. My mother was gone and Danae was there, and the two of us sat on a couch with one of them while others occupied other furniture or floor space. The three of us on the couch were snuggled together and wearing decreasing amounts of clothing. I knew Danae, on the other side of our new friend, did not object, but suddenly I realize that I hadn't talked to said new friend specifically to ask whether she minded that I was nuzzling her breasts. My alarm woke me up shortly after asking the question, though I think I was getting a positive response.
I suspect some of this dream comes from Danae talking about her new roommate. Not only is he less likely than her previous roommate to be weirded out by loud sex, but he's been engaging in some himself with his sweeties who helped him move in. This makes me smile, but also makes me miss my partner.
