Second Story: Dream

Two

"..Everybody has a secret world inside of them. I mean everybody. All of the people in the whole world- no matter how dull and boring they are on the outside. Inside them they've all got unimaginable, magnificent, stupid, amazing worlds..

..and if there's a moral out there, I don't know what it is save maybe that we should take our goodbyes whenever we can."

The Sandman: A Game of You, Neil Gaiman

It's been one of those days when you're sure as hell something's trying to tell you somebody. Your skin feels like a pair of old worn socks, you think your head's on funny and there's an itch in the space between where your head ends and the mind begins to flow. You know, in the in between places. Anyway.

I dreamed:

There is a theatre of sorts, and there is a play, or maybe it is a musical. The players jump about and say their lines, but you can't hear them clearly (or even see them), because you're too high up. Trying to look at any one performer makes your eyes ache, because they alternate between being very small and very big, but they're always very grainy, as if someone thought putting an 8mm colour filter on things was a good idea. So the washed out colours on the washed out players flicker in and out while you try to figure out which remnant of which dream THIS one is.

As usual, you know it's a dream (though why it makes sense that this is organised by your office eludes you, but you accept it anyway) and you play along, if only because it's so much more interesting than real life. So you turn around and the Ex is sitting in the row behind you, looking pretty much like the last time you saw her (except with shorter hair) and you congratulate yourself on being able to get the details right, even if her glasses are all wrong.

Back to the play, and all of a sudden you're sitting in between two girls, and the one on your right inexplicably has your right hand in hers and the other is chatting (or at least that's what you think she's doing) because her mouth is moving but nothing comes out except what sounds like a very faint blablablah. So you turn to look at the girl on your right. Thin, cute in a way but not really pretty (actually the both of them are quite average looking but at least they're not monsters) and suddenly she's got your hand on her face and she's acting like it's the best thing since sliced bread the way she's kissing it and smothering her face with it. You can feel your face smiling (even the one outside the dream) because it's just so damn funny.

And the girl on your left pulls you back because apparently she needs you to listen to something very important, though for the life of you you can't hear a single thing, but you smile and nod anyway. A tutting sound from the back makes you look and you see some other people looking very disapprovingly at what you're doing (and you realise the girl sucking on your palm has no bra on and you can see her left nipple down her top, it's brown and it's hard and you can't help smiling).

You get tired (plus there's a sound you KNOW is the alarm) so you pull away, give a little nod to the silent Ex and the two wonderful girls (especially the one on the right), take a last look at her nipple (this is what I will remember when I wake up, you tell yourself) while trying not to be too bloody obvious about it and you're still chuckling when the dream-spool plays out

and you wake up.