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Friday, April 16, 2004

Maybe I was just protecting myself because he was so good looking and I didn't want to get hurt in the long run. But at first I didn't even really see that he was attractive. He was really begging me, but I said no. I was driving a mini-van for some reason, pulled to the side of the road, and this guy was standing outside of it. He was a construction worker, shirtless and wearing tight faded blue jeans. He wanted me to get into the back of the van and just look at him from there. The windows were tinted, so I could see out, but he couldn't see in. Something happened when I finally, reluctantly agreed to the little experiment. It was like I was seeing him for the first time. He had an impossibly long torso from which he'd shaven all but a thin layer of hair. Perfect muscles. He wasn't wearing a belt and his pants were unbuttoned at the top. He was looking into the windows of the van, trying to guess where I'd be positioned. He was wrong, of course, looking in the middle section and I was in the very back. All he was doing was posturing outside the van, but something about the voyeurism of it really turned my dream self on and I was suddenly very attracted to him.

The dream moves forward and I am at a party. He is not here. His girlfriend is, though. She is small and either Indian or Arabic, something dark and exotic. She likes me. We are talking about him and suddenly we are making out. Her clothes are off. I trail down her torso and as soon as I get close to her womanhood I panic and my throat tightens and I'm nauseous. I tell her that part may have to come later. She shows her accord by shivering in mock disgust and saying "yuk, never."

The party is in a high-rise, about twenty stories up. It feels like one of the housing complexes from Loyola University, on the north side of Chicago. I can almost recognize the view.

The only other thing I remember from this dream is that my glasses broke at some point. I don't actually remember when it happened in the sequence of my dream, but when I was getting up this morning and went to put on my glasses, I remembered them breaking, but they weren't broken.

Brian posted at 9:08 AM.
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