i dreamed very niftily about shopping at home depot; that's where my aubry works, so not so very surprising, i suppose. don't remember who else was there--my mommy perhaps.
and also i had discovered i was in love with my teacher from last semester, you know, the cute lesbian one. we were going to get married. (don't worry, in rl she's already married, or, well, partnered.) anyway, we suddenly decided we should be alone to have sex but we were in a house with a lot of someone else's children for some reason, and she was like, 'well, cim, how about--' and she made this gesture to indicate the kids, and as i was staring at her mouth and somewhat distracted i was like, 'oh, yeah, kids, go play in a--parking garage.'
lord knows where that came from. i only realized it was stupid when she burst out laughing. so we got it straightened out and sent the kids to a park and then, instead of having sex, went to a bizarre japanese/german restaurant where i couldn't read any of the menu and the chinese waiter, a young man, was flirting with them as they are wont to do. she called me 'cimesama' (or maybe my shirt said it or something?) and he demanded i explain it and leaned down on top of my head and wrapped his arms around my face. i tried explaining it was a joke and meant 'princess' in japanese (close--actually 'ohimesama' means princess) but was unable becasue of my face being muffled in his sleeves, so then i tried telling him to move his arms. but no, he wouldn't. i ended up using both hands to pry him off of me and say coldly to go away, and my new beloved was like, 'um, waiter? yeah, hi. we'd both like--blahblah' (she ordered in german, but what they brought us were spicy french fries with melted mozarella on them along with some cooked wedges of green and red pepper and onion).
and then i woke up.
no sex!
in this case, rather a relief.
and also i had discovered i was in love with my teacher from last semester, you know, the cute lesbian one. we were going to get married. (don't worry, in rl she's already married, or, well, partnered.) anyway, we suddenly decided we should be alone to have sex but we were in a house with a lot of someone else's children for some reason, and she was like, 'well, cim, how about--' and she made this gesture to indicate the kids, and as i was staring at her mouth and somewhat distracted i was like, 'oh, yeah, kids, go play in a--parking garage.'
lord knows where that came from. i only realized it was stupid when she burst out laughing. so we got it straightened out and sent the kids to a park and then, instead of having sex, went to a bizarre japanese/german restaurant where i couldn't read any of the menu and the chinese waiter, a young man, was flirting with them as they are wont to do. she called me 'cimesama' (or maybe my shirt said it or something?) and he demanded i explain it and leaned down on top of my head and wrapped his arms around my face. i tried explaining it was a joke and meant 'princess' in japanese (close--actually 'ohimesama' means princess) but was unable becasue of my face being muffled in his sleeves, so then i tried telling him to move his arms. but no, he wouldn't. i ended up using both hands to pry him off of me and say coldly to go away, and my new beloved was like, 'um, waiter? yeah, hi. we'd both like--blahblah' (she ordered in german, but what they brought us were spicy french fries with melted mozarella on them along with some cooked wedges of green and red pepper and onion).
and then i woke up.
no sex!
in this case, rather a relief.