There's Always Dreams in Book Seven: Reconstruction 2020

As I am writing from my phone, I won’t go into appropriate detail for this but it was unique enough to write down.

Last night’s dream was me going on a proper date. The woman was a combination of two people I knew in real life but interestingly enough… while they are separate people, they are very much alike. It is no wonder my brain combined them. Pseudonyms and whatnot.
(1) Mel was kind of a “bad girl” crush in HS. She was attractive and we got along; but she used drugs, drank, and was in a mutually physically abusive relationship. IRL, she married the guy… they essentially took turns beating the shit out of each other until they got wise; divorced… and now she is happily married with 2 kids to a guy that works a lot better!
(2) Shanon was kind of a “bad girl” crush in college. She was attractive and we got along; but she used drugs, drank heavily, and responded to her divorce by “getting as much dick as possible.” IRL, she was originally married to a monster of a man who physically and sexually abused her. After she got through her drug-fueled sex-crazed post-divorce period, she got remarried and seems very happy.

So the date was with a Mel/Shanon hybrid (estimate: 80% Mel, 20% Shanon). It started with us taking a bus that we had helped renovate. I had installed a video game entertainment system into it and it was going to be used to take underprivileged kids to and from summer camp opportunities. The bus dropped us off at a club where we spent very little time. Long enough for some fun dancing and for someone to buy a large bottle of alcohol for my date. She accepted the bottle, told the man she was taken, and then encouraged me to leave with her after that encounter to make sure things didn’t take a turn. We walked towards her place, but had to stop at a convenience store for a second. When we walked in, she was recognized by the staff and they swooped in to catch up and talk. I smiled warmly and just kind of excused myself from the group. There was a very OFF guy in the corner wearing a cut up water jug on his head mumbling crazy talk who approached me and kept saying, “They’re gonna make a blue baby, man. You don’t understand.” Eventually midnight struck and the paging system announced that alcohol sales would be suspended until Noon the next day. I figured that meant it was a Saturday and we were in one of those counties that decided to preserve “church honoring” dry laws.

We left but I could tell that my date wanted to remove her shoes and stop carrying her purse, so I volunteered. For some reason, I held the purse but wore the shoes. As we got to her place, she squealed and said she wanted to see me wear her shoes. I laughed and said I already was. She stopped and had me do a runway walk. I did it flawlessly. She laughed and said I was more feminine than a lot of the women she knew. I responded by saying, “That’s why I don’t understand women who say they don’t get feminine beauty. It isn’t hard! If I can do it, anyone can!” We laughed and then my date had an epiphany and said, “Wait… I bet you’re the kind of guy that likes a woman in her underwear and high heels, right?” I smiled and said, “Very much so. Like every man ever.” She scrunched up her face and said “Ewwwwww. That just seems, it is such a weird thing!! Like that is so contrived! What woman isn’t going to take her shoes off first when getting undressed?!”

We got to her place and there was the open question lingering in the air as to should I go in or not? I mean, she had been physically flirty with me the whole night. More than once pressing her back into my chest or her butt into my crotch. And she was rocking that white blouse, black pencil skirt look. And it seemed that she was inviting me in. But I didn’t have a condom and I didn’t want her to feel rushed. Sex on our first date just seemed like the wrong message. So I declined and woke up!