Dream

Wierd dream last night, so I have to write it down.

I was in our old house the one on union street with the concrete back yard. I was sitting on our long green brocade couch, naked from the waist up BUT! I was leaning down on my chest with my arms folded underneath. There was a man I've never met stroking my back, like a cat, and playing on the internet on my laptop. I knew my mom and the kids were somewhere in my peripheral, so it couldn't go anywhere then where it was already.

I was content, my skin was soft, and either I wasn't worried about the usual hang ups about my breasts and tummy or I didn't care. It was good.

So onward right, there is this mystery guy, I don't know who he is, but apparently I feel a great deal about him. Fast forward, I'm standing infront of a motel, it's night and it's raining, I'm looking at this place with a desponant attitude and my older sister (Surprise!) is coming out with the room key. Though in the dream specifics aren't said; I got the impression that I was going to be sleeping here as a sort of vacation, to clear my head. That being said I went to open the front door of my room, and right across towards the back, where there was a back door entrance, HE opened the door, and stared at me with this wounded angry expression. I realized at this point I had been set up by my sister to get us in the same room.

Closing the door, I ran around to the back of the motel building, where he was already getting into his van. My first thought was "I didn't think he had a license for here." My second thought was, "damn." So I trudged back into my room, content to waste the night with beer and broken cable - when something caught my attention, fragmented, moving back to the door, I opened it and looked into the hallway.

There he was again. He was tall, with light hair cut short, he wasn't as muscular as I would imagine someone so tall being, but he still was pretty trim, if not a bit wet and scruffy. He sneered at me, and I turned my head away, ashamed, only to glance into the withered eyes of an older man. He reminded me of the old Pimp Don from Kill Bill 2 from South America, and immediately I stepped back. He said he had been told I had been a bad girl, and that I wasn't worth the young man's trouble.

I closed the door, but watched as my mystery man went into the room next door. I wanted to tell him, "It wasn't what you thought, and I don't deserve your anger." However like most relationships I tend to cower, run, or become self destructive of any happiness I might want to have. So I closed the door, and curled up on my bed, content to let depression set in.

Cut forward, it's still raining, and someone is trying to get in to my room. I think it's the old man, or one of his goons, undoubtedly hoping to sell me off to a Mexican whorehouse. Getting up I hear a scuffle, and being that this is a dream, I'm thoroughly prepared to defend myself and high tail it out of there - but wait! My mystery man is coming to my rescue, and he stares at me afterwards as though he's not quite sure what to believe or what to do.

Apparently he had decided that I was worth something to him, because the next instant later we're embracing and on the bed. I can't get into specifics, well, maybe a bit, but it ended in the lotus position (so romantic) and soft little bites on the neck. Well, the rest unfortunately is left to the imagination and the interuption of morning and real life. :)