November, 5, 2020
I dreamed that I was in some kind of adult pioneer camp. And I was decorating something, running around with creativity. Then, suddenly, I woke up in a different room. While I was asleep, they moved me there, and all my things too — they shoved everything around haphazardly, all my creativity was ruined. I woke up — there was a bed next to mine with some woman, a drug addict.
How I started crying! I cried my heart out, I think I was shouting and crying in the dream too. Then I got tired, fell into a depression, and sat on the floor, completely drained. And then, suddenly, that woman came in, who turned out not to be a drug addict, but a doctor, and said, “Get up, Misha has come to see you.”
And indeed, Misha T (a real person, an incredibly soulful guy, a school friend) walked into the room. He sat down next to me and hugged me. And I felt so warm, so warm. I thought — how wonderful it would be if we kissed. And it was as if he heard my thoughts! And he kissed me on the lips.
I hadn’t kissed anyone for about 5 years. I thought I had forgotten how to do it. But no, it turns out I still remember. It was so tender, so erotic.
And then, of course, I woke up.
October, 7, 2020
How wonderfully we spoke! Intelligence, depth, similarity. I knew who he was in reality before he knew who I was. In reality, we were enemies. Online — almost lovers.
But finally, we met. And he understood that both of those were me.
I said, “Here we are, we’ve met.” He was rude. We were in his room. We both knew that part of us still wanted to be with each other. Somehow, we ended up in bed. And we began speaking like we used to online. We spoke more and got closer to each other. And despite being enemies, finally, it happened. He kissed me. And we started kissing and… yes.
Suddenly, he paused, looked at the clock, which for some reason was right there, in bed. He got angry. We were having sex, but it was as if we were doing it only because the “us” from online wanted it, not because we actually wanted to be together here and now — it was just about closing that gestalt. And we were closing it, getting minimal physical pleasure, but, as it turned out, not even that.
Suddenly, he stopped and said, “I can’t.” After all, his hatred for me in reality made itself known. I smiled like a fool. Instead of despising him, I was still “nice.” I reached for a large towel, wrapped it around myself, got out of bed, gathered my clothes, and went to the bathroom to get dressed.
In the bathroom, I found beautifully arranged women’s lingerie — as if he was waiting for someone who was supposed to wear it. Nearby was a beautiful designer handbag. As I understood, it was also a gift. I took the handbag in my hands and decided to play the “fool,” approached him, and said, “What a lovely bag! Is it for me? Thank you!” and continued getting ready and dressing. He realized I was planning to take the bag for myself. I got angry — how low, it turned out he was waiting for another woman. Well, fine, he didn’t know I was his enemy — but all our magical online communication, all of it, was a lie…
I started saying something like I’d come back to the room later, check on him and his girlfriend. Then — darkness.
I woke up in the same room, alone. My head hurt terribly! My things were in the room, but neither his, nor the beautiful lingerie, nor the handbag, nor my own money in my purse — were there. I realized that he probably hit me on the head, and I lost consciousness, after which he simply left and took everything, probably moved his date to another room. Logical. But how low, again — how low…
I also realized that I might have to pay for this expensive room, which was beyond my means.
But most of all, I was surprised that I woke up because my cat was meowing, and he was in the room with me.
In an incredible shock from this dream, I actually woke up and found that the cat was calmly sleeping next to me in my Florida apartment.
This is the kind of dream I have!