dreams: August 23, 1998
erotic gumballs
I'm sitting in a room with some
friends.
Ben Waterman enters. He has a dark bandana on his head to pull
his hair back. He sits down near me. Suddenly we're the only ones
sitting right there, while the others are sitting several yards away,
on the other side of the room. Ben and I have an unspoken bond.
He pulls out a bag of big colorful gumballs. He drops one down
my shirt, rolling it down my back with his fingers. It feels really
good. Then I take one and do the same thing down his back. It seems
as though we've done this before, like this is a special ritual that
is very familiar -- a way of expressing our intimacy. I take another
bright one out of the bag and eat off the soft candy shell,
leaving the harder inner part. Then I roll that one down his body.
He's doing the same thing. We're sitting tangled up in each other.
The whole act is pleasurable and erotic. I start moaning as he
does one for me, half-realizing that the others in the room are
watching/listening, but I don't care. I close my eyes and relax
my head.
Later, the doorbell rings. Opening the door, I see that
it's Kate Ewald. She's wearing her swimsuit, with a towel
swung over her shoulder. She says she came to remind us that we need
to wear something on our feet (shoes or sandals) when we come to use the water slide at
the pool. We say okay, and she says she'll see us there, turning
around to leave. She walks up the walkway in the yard (and I see
that she's only wearing her swimsuit, not afraid to show her thighs).
a squad in the neighborhood
NEXT, I arrive at
home
to find many young women hanging out in the street and yard.
They're all part of an athletic group/club/team, and all are wearing
dark blue uniform/outfits. I ask an older woman leader what they are
all about. I don't get a clear answer. Some sport, or cheerleading.
flavored smokes
NEXT, I'm walking around with
Mom. She
stops to pick out some things she wants to smoke; we're standing
at a large display of brown cigarettes (or hash hish?). Each has
a colorful band to show its flavor. Some are fruits, others chocolate.
I'm disgusted. I tell her that it's bad enough to use cigarettes,
but then to get the extra contaminative flavoring is gross. She
agrees with me but wants to buy some anyway.
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