Dream a Little Dream

I had another dream about Kelly last night. Like most of my dreams, it was simplistic, natural, and quite frankly, rather boring. As they say, ‘if it doesn’t involve sex or myself, then I’m not really interested’, but I am going to describe it anyway.

First off, let me say that I interpret dreams a little differently than most. Well, perhaps that isn’t correct either. I put a respectable amount of stock in dreams, to at the very least, tell me what my subconscious is doing. Whether or not this is accurate and unbiased, I don’t know. What I DO know is that upon waking, I always try and sort out what I can recall. Make a guess here, connect a few dots there. All this in hopes of making SOME sense of things.

The thing about dreams is (at least mine) that there never seems to be a beginning. There is a middle, and usually an end, but rarely a beginning. Things just seem to be…happening. This is exactly how I remember THIS dream.

The earliest part of the dream that I now remember is Kelly and I sitting in a bedroom. I don’t recall any conversation or any actions. Just sitting on the bed. It must have been down in Virginia because my parents and my brother Mark had come down to visit for the first time. They all stood in the doorway and waited for me to give the introductions. I don’t think my brother said anything, just waved and walked away. My mom came up to the bed, smiled, and shook her hand. My dad (and I remember this so clearly) said, “so this is the girl that my Eric fell for.” That is the way that “scene” ended.

The next thing I know, it is early morning and Kelly and I are spooning in bed. I awoke (in the dream) with an erection and of course my first inclination was to have sex. I repositioned myself and moved my hand down her tummy when she woke up with a giggle. I was caught a little off guard as I had intended to penetrate whilst she was still sleeping. When I asked her why she laughed, she said that my foot was hairy and that it tickled her. I looked down and noted that I was wearing socks and proceeded to tell her just that.

I don’t remember a response to the socks but the next thing I recall is looking around her room and seeing calendars everywhere. When I say everywhere, I mean EVERYWHERE. Maybe I should clarify. They were pages of a calendar, months and months all taped or pinned to the walls. I looked up and they were on ceiling too. I gazed around the room in amazement and only one thing stood out to me. Almost every single one of the days had a big “X” going from corner to corner. As if she were counting down the days of a prison sentence long since forgotten. That one thing that stood out was simply Tuesday the 5th. On the months that the 5th was on a Tuesday, there was no “X”. I searched high and low, and sure enough, that exact date was unmarked. I’m not sure if any other days were open along with it, but I know undoubtedly that Tuesday the 5th was the key date. (I have no idea what the hell that is supposed to mean, if anything.)

More went on after that but I waited too long to write it down and now it is starting to slip away. Anyway, the dream continued and we slept again. In the morning, my parents said that they were going to leave and continue to their destination in Florida. Kelly heard this and said that her grandmother lives in Florida and that we should go down with my parents. Apparently I was fine with it because we went to Florida.

The good thing about dreams is that there is no wasted time, so the next thing I remember is pulling into her grandmother’s driveway in Florida. Now, it looked exactly like MY grandmother’s house, but I knew it wasn’t. I can only guess that my brain used images of my grandma’s house because I have no reference point when speaking of HER grandmother’s house. The brain uses these images to fill in the missing pieces (at least that is what I am guessing *shrug*).

Okay, now this part is admittedly a trifle strange. When we entered the house, her grandmother was sitting in a chair and appeared to be knitting. As I got closer I could see that she was actually working on a…pelt. Yes, she was sewing up a raccoon pelt. Not a beaver, not an otter. A raccoon. Also, there were a few little kids, maybe 6 or 7, and they were running around the house wearing similar furs. (Apparently the South has three and a half foot raccoons!) I think there was a conversation that went with it but sadly I can’t remember any more of it.

So I guess that wraps it up. How many dreams end in little kids running around in raccoon pelt one-pieces that were stitched by a grandmother whom you’ve never met? But unfortunately, this was actually one of those dreams that took me several minutes upon waking to realize that it wasn’t real. Not only did it never happen but it never even has a chance of happening. It gave me that horrible feeling in my stomach for most of the day but thankfully my brother got in a car accident and took my mind off things.

What can I say-- he’s a damn good brother.