Dreams in Book Six: Trying to Hold On 2019

I had a multi-stage narrative dream last night and if I don’t write it down… I’m likely to kick myself.

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It was morning of a court hearing day, but the courthouse was a unique blend of IF and Tiny Town. I was preparing my notes, schedules, and cases when MBFITWW showed up and said that he was representing one of the Defendants that day. I laughed and asked if he’d discussed conflict of interest with his client. My Friend stated that he didn’t see a conflict as technically representing a douchebag against a friend wasn’t much different from representing a douchebag against a stranger. I contradicted and said that My Friend (and I) were far too close for that to be true. I suddenly realized that I was not wearing a button up shirt, but instead a Superman Shirt, and quickly asked My Friend if I could borrow his shirt to go talk to the judge. He instantly agreed, handing me his shirt, exposing that he was wearing an All Might shirt under his button up. I laughed, took the shirt, talked to the judge, and returned. I told My Friend that was proof that there was a conflict because he hadn’t even considered not giving me the shirt. I gave him the shirt back, shook his hand, and told him that I’d see him later, as I had to run to see “my girl.” I race out and see Katie Fey waiting for me. She grabs my hand, squeezes, then wraps my arm around her and kisses me on the cheek. I ask her what the plan for the evening is. She laments that our situation has prevented us from the privacy she would like to do what we both want to do.

I mention how we never had that problem on the bus! Katie’s eyes light up and she agrees, rushing us to the bus stop. I mumble, “Of course, this isn’t exactly what I meant.” But we board the bus anyway. It is a typical Workers Commute Bus from Des Moines and there are a few people on board. As we make our way to our seats, I notice two older women to the front left, a few people in the back. We take a seat behind two guys that could either be 30 or 50, hard to tell. Katie and I begin to discuss how difficult it has been to be alone, be passionate, be intimate. We miss each other terribly. Despite the public nature of the venue, she and I begin to kiss passionately; our kissing become more intense as our tongues explore each other’s mouths. Ultimately, Katie can’t take it anymore and demands that we fuck “like we used to” and removes her panties quickly before standing and walking to the front of the bus (where there aren’t any people). As she’s walking, I hear one of the guys in front of me remark how beautiful she is (she is) but start to discuss it in terms that would be considered less flattering and more… objectifying, aggressive, vile. I start to think about “like we used to” and (as happens in dreams) my memory becomes a full sensory experience.

Katie and I lying in an old abandoned bus that we had turned into a home. A proper home. Some hot July day where we don’t have air conditioning and barely the desire to move, but our passion for each other consumes us and we begin to make love. Then I come back to where I had let my mind wander. I realize that Katie may be willing to throw caution to the wind and make love on a moving bus with passengers and a driver but… I just don’t see that working for me. Besides, the driver would NOT STOP talking… commentating on the whole ride as if he were a bloody tourist bus!! Old Man Lookitthat was definitely a boner killer… an almost impossible concept when compared to the boner-giver (Katie Fey). I resolved to bring her back to the chair, but as I came back to myself (out of the memory) I noticed that one of the men sitting in front of me was already making his move. Approaching her in a predatory fashion. I ran up to him and spun him around leaving my hand on his shoulder. “Don’t do it, son.” I said to him. He looked at me angry and confused. I tightened my grip on his shoulder and repeated myself, “Don’t do it, son.” I held eye contact firm, expressing a mix of compassion and command. Letting the lad know that I would kill to protect my love but that I didn’t want that to happen. He hung his head, apologized, and returned to his seat. I sat with Katie and mentioned that I didn’t think we’d have a good chance for romance on the bus due to the passengers and that a moving bus with a chatty bus driver was considerably different than the bus fun we used to have! As we were sitting on the bus after that discussion, holding hands, and being cuddly… the two old ladies from the front left of the bus get our attention and apologized to us. They say, “We don’t mean to be rude, but we feel that we owe you both a large apology. When we saw you two get on, we thought… well… we thought it was a prostitution thing. But the way you defended her… you two must really be in love. It’s so wonderful to see!” We thanked them, then got off the bus.

As we got off the bus, we wound up at my parents’ house. I kissed Katie’s hands and we went inside. She stayed downstairs to help my mother cook dinner and I went upstairs and passed out on the bed into a dead sleep. When I woke up, I wanted to find Katie and thank her for letting me sleep. As I got downstairs, I saw my father and brother in the living room watching television. I saw my mother in the kitchen. When I asked “Where did she go?” my mom pointed in the direction of the bathroom connected to the kitchen. I peaked around the door and saw Wife sitting on the toilet, her pants and underwear down by her ankles, farting into the toilet, playing on her cell phone. I sat at the kitchen counter and

WOKE UP