five scenes from a dream

i had a dream on friday night that i can’t seem to stop thinking about. it’s unsual for a dream to stick with me so long. usually they are pushed out of my thoughts by the next dream to come along. my thoughts, they are fickle.

so this dream, it’s not even that cohesive. it’s just a bunch of scenes that don’t seem to follow each other. they are unrelated.

scene one:
i’m laying on a bed. i’m fully dressed, and i slap in a playful, not really sexxy manner, a perfectly formed, perfectly naked male butt. due to the other scenes in the dream I’m lead to believe it’s the TTHM’s naked male butt, but really i cannot be so sure. in the scene i never get to see the face of the butt’s owner. and in my actual real life, i’ve never seen the TTHM’s naked butt. so really it’s all left up to conjecture. but the butt, it was perfect and i got to touch it.

scene two:
in the apartment of the butt slapping incident. sitting on a couch with the TTHM doing something like checkers or a game or cards or perhaps go fish. something like that. so we were sitting on some random couch in an apartment that belonged to him (though it’s not the apartment he actually lives in) and a humming bird the size of a velociraptor flies up to the window. he, of course, is enamored with the humming raptor and it’s wings and what not. i, however, am afriad of flying bird-like things. but since it’s outside and i am inside, i look at it with some interest. in looking i make an offhand comment about how the bird looks like he wants to come inside. we go back to playing our game and then next thing you know the humming raptor has found its way inside. i freak out, the TTHM chases after the bird, and much hilarity ensues. eventually he captures the thing and lets it back outside. i then proclaim over and over about what a wonderful psychic i am.

scene three:
outside somewhere, looking up at the most spectacular apartment in the whole wide world. it’s a corner apartment on the thrid floor of some building called something manor. it has a huge deck, giant corner windows, a private pool. the apartment overlooks a golf course. i decide that i will go buy that apartment.

Scene four:
again at the apartment of the TTHM, my family comes over all dressed up fancy like. the kidlings, sister club, parents all of them. apparently they are going to a play, a play they forgot to invite me to. i was upset, and told them to leave, but they wouldn’t. they didnt’ know why i was upset. the TTHM asked me to get those people out of his apartment and i said i was trying to. instead i sat and ate some m&ms

scene five:
driving in the winter, lots and lots of snow. trying to get to the nursing home where my grammu lived. when i get there she’s already dead, and i see pictures of her on the home’s walls. it makes my throat ache with tears and i have to run out, only to flop about in the snow.

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2 Comments

  1. Will Tupper 16.Feb.04 at 2:43 pm

    Dear Mizz Jodi,

    I don’t mean to draw any sorts of conclusions here or anything, however you will notice, please, that this is the THIRD posting in a row having something to do with butts (or what they can, and do, produce).

    1. This post, a dream about a butt.

    2. The last post, “busting your ass.”

    3. The post before that – this is a stretch, but I’m sure your mental muscles can handle it – you included the phrase, “really shitty.” “Shit,” which, in fact, comes out of… the butt!

    I’m sure a number of your readers are as concerned as I. Thank you for your time.

    The butt of most jokes,

    Will Tupper

  2. jodi 16.Feb.04 at 2:49 pm

    clearly it all means that i need some tail.