I was trying on a pair of black or khaki shorts that seemed far too small for me, but they fit really well in an odd way. Then I was sitting on the verandah of a log or wooden cabin type house on one side of wooded valley at night. The forest was kind of munted and previously logged and ragged looking and the owners of the cabin were down at heel and sort of desperate. Across the valley a huge oversized dead tree the length of the hillside virtually had fallen over and lay silver amongst the darkened vegetation; the people were talking about how disastrous a fire would be when I saw a glow starting under the huge dead tree. Somehow we made a violent emphatic gesture which snuffed out the flames from afar, and I saw two deer through the trees indicate that someone was moving on the hill above them, looked up and saw four figures sprinting off toward the top of the ridge in the darkness. Two dark- haired males and two females, I thought. We screamed after them about what we do to arsonists around here, like maniacs.
The next day I thought I could identify them in the town nearby, so I went to the school and started looking around and asking the teachers who would fit the description. I remember also looking through yearbook type things containing weird pictures of people at various ages in their lives. It turned out to be a fifties style classroom and the two girls indicated were bad girls, their faces heavily made up and their hair and clothes strangely stylised in a manner I can't really describe. I started asking them if they knew anything about what happened and they were initially rude, then offered to show me something secret; we went somewhere else, and one of them opened their white nurse-like dress and showed me her breasts, which were very large and white; she took my hands and put them on them and I remember being turned on but also really swirlingly conflicted because there was something about her that repulsed me, and I knew our association would be negative.
Remarks To be fair, we were extremely baked last night so all this could just be the good shit talking.
The shorts thing is just because I've lost weight and all my clothes seem too small now when I hold them up in front of me. The rest of it feels sexualesque to me, the dead tree was pretty dick-y, and the lighting a fire with it was erm... yeah... and the nasty girls responsible were definitely up for it. I don't know why it seemed so sort of conflicted and almost repressed, because my dream sex is usually straight up and graphic, and I don't really have any (well, many) hang ups or no nos. The whole thing had a really strange and unfamiliar feel. There are theories positing that everyone featuring in your dreams is actually you; I don't subscribe to this usually but come to think of it, those nasty girls look and feel a bit familiar. Was I tracking down and talking to my gamey side? Was I repulsed by my own boobies? Am I unconsciously thinking about writing cheques my arse can't cash for the first time in a while and that's tweaking me in unexpected ways? I have been wearing purple lipstick. So many questions.
The next day I thought I could identify them in the town nearby, so I went to the school and started looking around and asking the teachers who would fit the description. I remember also looking through yearbook type things containing weird pictures of people at various ages in their lives. It turned out to be a fifties style classroom and the two girls indicated were bad girls, their faces heavily made up and their hair and clothes strangely stylised in a manner I can't really describe. I started asking them if they knew anything about what happened and they were initially rude, then offered to show me something secret; we went somewhere else, and one of them opened their white nurse-like dress and showed me her breasts, which were very large and white; she took my hands and put them on them and I remember being turned on but also really swirlingly conflicted because there was something about her that repulsed me, and I knew our association would be negative.
Remarks To be fair, we were extremely baked last night so all this could just be the good shit talking.
The shorts thing is just because I've lost weight and all my clothes seem too small now when I hold them up in front of me. The rest of it feels sexualesque to me, the dead tree was pretty dick-y, and the lighting a fire with it was erm... yeah... and the nasty girls responsible were definitely up for it. I don't know why it seemed so sort of conflicted and almost repressed, because my dream sex is usually straight up and graphic, and I don't really have any (well, many) hang ups or no nos. The whole thing had a really strange and unfamiliar feel. There are theories positing that everyone featuring in your dreams is actually you; I don't subscribe to this usually but come to think of it, those nasty girls look and feel a bit familiar. Was I tracking down and talking to my gamey side? Was I repulsed by my own boobies? Am I unconsciously thinking about writing cheques my arse can't cash for the first time in a while and that's tweaking me in unexpected ways? I have been wearing purple lipstick. So many questions.
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