Thursday, July 24, 2003

Dreams
AT my old high school, there was a rally for socialist youth. Leading this rally was this young woman, about 20 years old. I don’t remember her name, but in the dream it’s obvious that she and I have been flirting for quite a long time. When the rally is finished and the crowd disappears, she and I make some small talk about the revolution and what it means for Canada. Our conversation drifts to what our plans are for the weekend and I suggest that she and I go on a date. She likes the idea and gives me a peck on the cheek. I leave a happy man.

I arrive at home, but it’s much different than the one that I’m in at the moment. It’s a mix of the two houses that I lived in Taylor with a dash of the one that I lived in Airdrie. The basement to this house is very large. When I arrive in my room in the basement (which, in this dream, is about 2/3s of the basement) I meet my ex-girlfriend. In this dream, my ex is an amalgamation of the girls that I’ve dated. We begin to kiss, passionately, which bewilders me as she has a boyfriend. We shower together, and plan to have sex, but I decline, telling her that I feel uncomfortable since my parents are in the basement, but internally I’m torn because she’s dating another guy. After we get out of the shower, we play a board game about stealing a painting from a museum (this game is more complex than monopoly and reminds me of a game that I used to play in Airdrie). While we play the game, she tells me why she’s back. The woman explains to me that she has the weekend off and decided to visit me because I’ve been such a good friend to her, despite the fact that she didn’t return my calls and is dating someone else. As we clean up the game, she confides with me that she found out that while her boyfriend was going off to get some milk, she discovered that he was in actuality, fucking another girl. We go in bed, fully clothed as she tells me more. I want to ask her if she’s using me, but she kisses my chest. Just as I’m about to interrogate her about why she’s *really* with me, I wake up.

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