Transplanted Life
Thursday, August 21, 2003
More Dreams
Like I said before, I don't often remember my dreams. Last night's were frustrating, because I can only remember bits and pieces.

First, I woke up from what I assume was a pretty steamy dream around half-past two. No big deal, other than the fact that this time I relieved the pent-up arousal manually, so to speak, as opposed to the cold shower. Felt good, and I went back to sleep. I almost wouldn't have given it a second thought if not for the second dream. Because in that second dream, I was in Michelle's body rather than my own.

I'm pretty sure that it's the first time that's happened; if it has before, I certainly don't remember it. When I woke up this morning, I was all "what's that mean?" Does it mean I've started to think of Michelle's body as "home"? Or that at some uncoscious level, I'm okay with being here? Does it mean that I'd been Michelle during some impossible-to-remember dream that had me all but creaming the sheets?

I don't know. I just know the second one was weird.

Kurt and I were walking through some clothing store or mall or some place like that. We were just sort of window-shopping, until we got to this floor display with a leather jacket. Kurt asked me what I thought, and I said it certainly was better than what he had on. He made a signal to the shopkeeper. Now, here's the really strange part - he just discards the jacket, and hands Kurt the mannequin, which Kurt puts on like it was a piece of clothing. I can't even picture it now that I'm awake. After he's done, I realize that the mannequin looked kind of like that guy at the movies last night, but not really. He looks like a lot of other guys, too, from Matt Damon to Taye Diggs to Bruce Campbell, and now that's how Kurt looks. We're actually standing closer together as we keep walking around, and there's touching going on, too. When we get to another display, it's a beach scene, and there's five or six mannequins of both sexes making it up, and I don't remember either of us taking one, but by the time we leave it, Kurt looks like Kurt again and I'm pretty sure I'm still Michelle, but we're still holding hands and joking and stuff. I don't remember much after that.

So, there it is, more dreams. I don't know what it means, other than I'm eventually going to need some serious therapy.

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