A kiss

We were sitting on uneven levels of wall.  You were slightly lower than me.  I turned to my right and placed my hand gently and caring on your neck while stroking your cheek with my thumb assuring you that whatever anxiety you were feeling could be overcome with just a touch.  I have slight feelings for you but think I'm just attracted to your character.  You take care of your kids in spite of hardship, and have a personality (funny) that clicks with mine.  So as I'm caressing your face, I feel like it's an excuse to touch you, even in the most delicate manner.  

Then someone trips and pushes me into you.  I get a little embarrassed and fix myself.  I get up to pull myself together to keep the whole ordeal innocent, but you come closer to me.  We meet face to face and stop but only millimeters wondering if this is right.  Time stands still as we stand close enough to feel the heat of each other's breath.

And then, 

the kiss.

The self restraint was so intense that every delicate peck felt like explosions.  Subdued power.  We proceed to trade top lip for bottom and bottom for top, slowly sucking each other's lips.  


At some point we stop and decide that we can't tell anyone.  And towards the end of the dream we're walking side by side while embracing hips.


that was nice.

Meltdown

So I woke up terrified the other day. 

Me, Ollie, Kat and someone else were in the car.  There is a stretch of freeway where the I-5 North transitions into the 118 West and it rises and arches curving to the left heading west.  As we're trekking along I'm in the usual act of staring at the (familiar) skyline as we're turning.  I see a building similar to the Empire State Building.  

An unsettling feeling sinks in as horror initiates and that weird "feeling" of "something wicked this way comes" manifests.   The sky and atmosphere are a smoggy orange and it seems to be about 75 degrees (So Cal weather, right)  

The earth begins to groan and within seconds I see an explosion of lava, fire, and brimstone swell up and shoot upwards and outwards through this building.  The building literally disintegrates, crumbles, and explodes in all directions, and like a domino effect, the adjacent buildings, one-by-one, follow suit.  I'm partially aware that this is a dream so I continue to watch along the horizon as disaster gets worse and worse rather than ducking my head, closing my eyes, and praying for strength to endure the next few moments.  

I feel like this is it, this is the end and I'm with my brother and his wife.  I'm happy to be with them, but know that this is it, we're all going to die, I'll never be able to say my goodbyes and "I love yous" to my mom and other loved ones, but I'm ready to go through it, impending doom.  Nothing you can do or say will stop what is happening.  


I could be watching too much t.v., not sleeping enough, and eating too much spicy food....who knows?


And as curious as I was to see the continued destruction, I was halted by my sister-in-law's cell phone alarm.


What a way to wake up.  Is God trying to tell me something???

The hot mess

The degree in "strangeness" in my dreams differs depending on what I eat, how little I sleep, whether or not I  had consumed alcoholic beverages, and what kind of spicy food I had eaten that day,  There's a staple of "heat" in my diet.


I work for a hospital so that's where the dream begins.  This one involved a group of guys from the same circle of friends and some random figures that my mind decided to toss in.


I was hanging out at the nursing station with a friend (in my wheelchair) when I noticed my friend, AM, show up in some God awful bright red 90's button up dress shirt and a matching outdated haircut.  I overhear him talk about who he's looking for and I get giddy thinking about how I'm going to surprise him when he notices I'm there.  We infrequently see eachother so it's a good surprise.  I hear intermittent words and figure out that he's visiting a mutual friend, JJ.  Before I know it JJ is behind me, trying to get my attention for a "Hey", "I'm over here", "What's up".  I can be slow sometimes, but I finally turn around and see him and think that he's way skinnier than I had remembered him.  Now I'm standing and turning to hug him and now it's a big hug fest for all of us, then another mutual friend pops up, PC and maneuvers his way like a little snake through the group to hug me.  But it's weird. 


PC approached me with a straight face and hugged me intimately.  I mean he walked toward me with intent, stretched out his arms and thrust them under mine and upon embrace buried his face into my neck.  As if he loved me intimately.  We were hanging out and I lost a shoe at some point and someone was tickling my foot.  I succumbed to the sensation and was going crazy, laughing because I couldn't make them stop tickling my feet.  (muscle memory???)  Before I know it I'm sitting in a booth, like a restaurant booth, and PC is leaned over behind me and kissing my right hip and I realize that he's giving me a hickey (OMG, hickey's are so jr. high! lol) Out of awkwardness, not knowing what to do or say, I get up and tell them I'll be right back and end up going to a restroom, a tiny tiny stall of a restroom.  I feel soooooo drunk, like "6 shots of tequila on an empty stomach" drunk.  I stumble into the stall and close the stall door which is more like a mini door fashioned with marbled lime stone and plop down on the toilet. 


I feel as if the people walking by are staring at me and I ask them what they're looking at and angrily draw some paper shower curtains that are hung like toilet paper to get some privacy.  Someone then makes a fart noise with their mouth which gets me really upset and embarassed because I'm not hiding anything, I'm simply using the bano!  It keeps getting ridiculous.  Now I'm squatting in a sink and am confused as to what's going on.  People are prodding me and bothering me and I'm twisting to avoid their touches and before I know it there's like a green pea soup  on the tails of my shirt.  So I start looking for a detachable sink head and now I realize I'm in a sink/shower.  (Oh, I don't know where this comes from)  I begin to rinse my clothing off when I notice a young hip white guy with a great tan who worked at whatever establishment I was at at that point of the dream. 


He looks familiar and I realize that I had been in a similar predicament before and I tell him, "Yeah, it's me again".  I know that no matter how hard I try that there was no explaining why I was in the sink again causing trouble, so I don't even try.  I shrug my shoulders, while throwing up my hands in surrender and give him the "Waddaya gonna do?" face. lol.


As the dream winds down, a bunch of kids line up in front of the sink.  I'm clothed, but sopping wet and some kids are playing with my legs.  Then finito, that's it.


I gotta lay off the spice.