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Dinner, Elevator, and Sci-fi...

It all started with a dinner. I was at my childhood house and I had several guests. The two I can remember were the two most important love interests in my past: Fritz and John E. There were other men as well but I can't remember if they were real past love interests, or just meant to be placeholders for such. Either way, they were equally important in the dream.
I had invited them all to dinner, so I felt I was under great pressure to create something spectacular. I really wanted to impress them all. The dinner was to be a homemade pasta sauce, some fresh veggies, fancy homemade garlic bread and some sort of desert but I'm not sure I made it that far.
Of course, cooking was a nightmare. None of the rules of real life timing or predictability applied and as well, there were other things screaming for my attention while I was managing this delicate juggling act. The kitties were getting into things and being a major distraction. I had to go to the bathroom at one point. While I was sitting on the toilet, I received a phone call from the landlord of my art studio - trying to convince me to stop renting there since I don't use it often enough. While I was arguing my point with the landlord and sitting on the toilet, Fritz walked in and asked a question. I was sort of embarrassed that he was seeing me on the toilet but I had to shake it off because there were so many other things that were pressing at the moment. Two of the other guys were in the bathroom with me but it didn't seem to bother me that they were present.
I finished arguing my point about the studio and went back to the kitchen to continue where I left off. Fritz had jumped in and begun cooking. He'd made headway too, but he was cooking a whole lot of pasta and I had planned the meal to have an alternative to pasta. Now I was worried we had way too much food and also worried the guys would eat pasta instead of what I was making.
I don't remember finishing the food, nor eating it. It was night time and I really wanted to smoke some herb. Again there was awkwardness. I felt like my admission to desiring to do so made John E awkward because he didn't smoke anymore. And it made Fritz awkward because he never did. It seemed that nothing I could do was right in their eyes, though they were polite and never betrayed this to me. It was a pre-judgement feeling that I was having.
As I was walking around, whenever I would walk near John E, my hand would gently trail across his shoulders or I would playfully and lovingly grab his hair. It was nice to feel the feeling of physical closeness once more.
I'm sure this dream comes because I've not seen him in five years and we've only spoken a handful of times in between. He's due to arrive next week and I'll be tattooing him while he's here. I guess I feel nervous because it's been so long and also I'm worried that the physical intimacy of tattooing will be enough to trigger the pain I've managed to forget over the years.

Later on, I was in an elevator with Fritz. I was playing tourist in Seattle and we were in the elevator of the highest building in the country (which was a fictional building called the Chrysler building, in Seattle). The elevator had a view and took a really long time. There was another person in the elevator with us, but she was unrelated and didn't factor in. I was trying to figure out which button I needed to push to get us to the top. The buttons were a mess and it seemed like each button I pushed made the elevator lurch and maybe move an inch. I was scared that the jerky motions were going to inspire the elevator cables to snap and drop us to our death. As I was wrestling with this, Fritz was monkeying around. I looked back and he was suddenly gone. I noticed a trap-door of sorts in the wall of the elevator. It was a service door. I opened it and Fritz had stepped down, almost completely out of sight, into a narrow passageway that was for servicing the elevator. He popped out theatrically, as I expressed my disdain. As he crawled out, I got a flash in my mind like I'd misread his intentions and had just missed an opportunity to have sex with him in the service area of the elevator of the tallest building. I felt both stupid for missing his cues and remorseful.
As he crawled out, I finally found the button for the top floor and the elevator began to fly upwards.
Ironically, we ended up at ground level and walked out to exit the city onto a sandy beach. I don't remember why we were there, or what we did, but I remember giving a tourist directions to the building we had just come from. But it was strange because though we had just exited, the building was about a half-mile away.

Another dream later on, I dream that I'm in a sci-fi movie. I feel that I've had this dream before and I was just re-having it. Because along the way, I kept remembering that I'd had it and then anticipating certain parts that then played out. I've always been curious about these dreams. It happens from time to time. I'm not sure if I've really dreamed it before and I'm just going through it again, or if I think that I've dreamed it before because I'm imagining everything before it actually plays out in the dream.
I'm in a futuristic world, where people are closely monitored. Sort of THX-1138 but without everything being white. It's more dark, polished steel and sci-fi than white-washed. I'm in an apartment block, and somehow I've managed to join a guy and girl couple in their apartment. I really like the design. I take note of how ergonomic everything is and how functional the space is. I estimate the square-footage to be around 200 square feet, but the ceiling is maybe 20 ft. so the beds are sort of bunk-style, high up on the wall. There are large port-hole style windows that let in a greyish light.
I'm there because this couple has seduced me into joining them while they shoot heroin. It's highly difficult to get ahold of in this regimented place. If we were caught, we'd surely be put to death. Somehow the danger only adds to the allure. I join them as the male character is preparing the woman for her injection. She's already pretty out of it, propped up against a wall, limbs splayed out. He's a little loose as well. I think in my mind that they probably don't even need more, but who am I to stop them? He tourniquets her arm with tubing and shoots her up. In fact, they were both already high and it's me he's just shot. I feel the release and my whole body is swept into a sea of tranquility. I think to myself, "God, I love Opiates".
I see that more powder has been tapped out onto a scrap of paper, awaiting being cooked. I decide to hide the rest of it, because none of us needs any more and I don't want us to be tempted. I climb up on the kitchen counter and find a spot on top of the cabinets that's well-hidden. When I jump down, I find that someone has stupidly spilled the powder that was on the paper. There's a big trail of white powder across the floor. But I think we're all too high to care. I go to smoke a cigarette by the sink. There's a window and I'm trying to see where we are but I can't really see anything out the window. Just shadows and light. The woman is behind me now, sultry and teasing. She wants my cigarette and instead reaches into my shirt and touches my breasts. She's telling me what amazing breasts I have and she wants to show the guy. I'm flattered and also have a sort of crush on him, so I don't mind the attention.
Then we have to leave the apartment. We will be in trouble if they see that there were three people in there, so we have to find a way to hide one of us. The woman is clearly the most fucked up and she's also really small. So we put her in a box that is a suitcase. She's so small and also so high that she's rubbery and fits right in.
We go to an area that's full of people. I suppose she's there with us, but I don't remember her in the dream anymore. The guy is there. He's my comrade. I'm masquerading as a male now too. A tall, blond, beautiful woman is wandering around this room. She's new and looks like she may need some friends. We approach and strike up a conversation. We have ulterior motives and so are busy setting up our plan while getting to know her and such.
She has some luggage and while my friend is talking with her, I'm taking parts of her luggage and stowing them in with my luggage. Not to steal them, but to make it all fit nicely.
When she notices, she starts to make a fuss but I show her that all her stuff is still here, I'm just packing it better and hiding a few things that she wouldn't be able to take with her into the apartments. One of the guards is alerted to the scuffle and comes over to investigate. My friend has had the bloody needle that we were using to shoot in his mouth like a toothpick. The guard notices this and makes him give it up, citing him for a violation. I too have a needle in my mouth, but mine isn't sharp. It's a piercing taper and I point this out to the guard when he queries me.
Next, we're all in a sort of classroom. We are sitting at desks facing the front. A cute blond girl is sitting at the desk next to me and Fritz is at the desk on the other side of her. My friend sits in front of me. The girl passes me a discreet note, telling me where to meet her. I get the distinct feeling that she's coming onto me and has sexual intentions in mind. I find this flattering that I pass well enough for a male, that a sexy woman would advance on me.
She gets up and walks past me, delivering the note and rubbing her ass against the back of my head as she squeezes between me and a wall, on her way to the exit. Fritz is looking at me, having seen the exchange and wondering what's going on. I give him a seductive look, inviting him to join us. I feel a rush of excitement. My friend in front of me already knows what's going on and I feel a curious reversal of roles as I note that my dream began with me and a few guys and now I'm one of the guys being brought together by the invitation of a woman.

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