White Money Winter
I was in a big white room, filled with white furniture, and two of the walls were columns which overlooked the sea. Or at least, blue sky. There was a round fountain in the middle of the room, a white coffee table with a couple magazines on it, and on the white couch was a rather attractive, rich young man, wearing a white button up shirt (that wasn’t buttoned up), and beige pants. He was in one of the magazines. I had organized with someone else beforehand that I was going to seduce him. He liked me already, but this was going to be when I cinched it.
By some bizarre gift of providence, all of my dreams where I want to have sex never come to fruition. I’m usually frustrated in my dream, but when I wake up I’m always grateful.
So, as all dreams go, before I was able to do anything I would regret, I was called away to another part of the building, which was this long strip of hallway, with a pier and docks. We were by the sea, but it was frozen. People were going out on to the ice. This was where I was going to meet my people, my co-conspirators, and tell them how I was so close, but I couldn’t do it. I think he really loved me.
Well, there was a lot more to this dream I can’t remember. It was a very involved dream, lots happened, as I slept a particularly long time this morning. When I thought I’d get up I just turned over and slept another hour, and I think that’s when most of this happened. All in all, a rather enjoyable dream.
And for some reason, it has reminded me of the dream I had July 1st. I had a baby, and it was small. I filled out forms and I got it, and now I was scared I was going to kill it by accident because I don’t know what to do with babies. I was in a pool, floating with my knees up, with my back against the side of the pool. The baby was resting on my legs, and as the waves came I would lift it up so its head never went under the water.
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