ugly curtains ruin everything
January 26, 2007
The restaurant is loud and crowded with people. I’m not exactly thrilled to be here. The people all look very ugly. They all have deep scowls on their faces as they eat their dinner. The food does not appear to be making them happy. So, why are they here?
There is a set of double doors off to my right. I am guessing they lead into the kitchen because waitresses keep emerging from within with trays piled high with food. Bright, colorful salads…thick, juicy-looking steaks. I can smell the seasonings. My mouth is watering, but I’m not hungry. I don’t know why I’m here, but suddenly I find myself feeling very dirty.
There is this guy who keeps looking at me. He is tall…a lot taller than me. His hair is dark, almost black, and longish. It hangs in his eyes. Very flesh and blood bishonen-type guy. I like his hands. They are big and have long fingers.
((Suddenly, while writing this, I feel quite Freudian…))
In my peripheral vision, I see a fat woman and her small daughter holding hands and walking to the back of the restaurant. I decide to follow them. They lead me to the bathroom and I don’t see them anymore after that.
I feel like I need to take a shower. Luckily, there is a shower in this particular bathroom. I suppose need provides.
There is a large mirror on the wall across from the shower, and I take a look at my reflection. My hair is pulled back into a high ponytail. I’m wearing a bright purple tank top and a knee-length skirt of the same color. Reminds me of the color of a grape-flavored lollipop. The material of both is tissue-thin. Odd, because it’s very cold in here.
I turn on the hot water in the shower and step inside fully-clothed.
The dark-haired guy from before comes into the bathroom. I’m not surprised. I get this strange feeling of familiarity, like I know him from someplace. I look him right in the eye and lift my shirt up over my head, then slip my skirt down over my legs.
((Why am I not wearing underwear?? Oh yeah…this is a dream…))
He gets into the shower with me, not bothering to take off his own clothes. He kisses me.
“Where have you been?” he asks me.
I don’t answer. Or, if I do, I don’t remember.
Suddenly, we’re not in the shower anymore. We’re in a small room, most of the space inside taken up by a very large wooden bed. We’re laying on the bed amidst crumpled tiger-striped sheets.
The only light is from a tiny window to the left of the bed. The window is framed by baby blue curtains with fluffy white sheep printed on them.
((LOL))
Mystery Man and I are getting pretty hot and heavy, when he pulls back.
“You know…” he says. “This is the weirdest sex I’ve ever had…” And he laughs.
I start laughing, too. “What the hell are you talking about?” I ask him.
He looks up at the window. “Those curtains are ALL wrong!”
This is the part where I wake up laughing hysterically.
Which leads me to believe that this is definitely NOT one of those zen, godlike-wisdom dreams I was talking about before. Maybe my subconscious thought I needed a really good laugh before I had to go back to work. Who knows?
Although, I seriously think that this seemed more like something that would happen in REAL LIFE...not in a freakin' DREAM!
