A Week in the Life

So yeah. CASEY MY DREAMGIRL LIVES AND BREATHES AND ISN'T JUST A FIGMENT!

This is at once good and bad. Good because it means my fantasy isn't based entirely in unreality (although I definitely had never seen her before. NEVER EVER EVER OVERANALYTICAL ME IN THE FUTURE!!). Bad because I have expectations from the dream now. I mean, you had the dream, you know what the expectations are. I wanted to hold her so bad. Her skin looked so soft...

I really want to re-dream that dream tonight. I'll pray for it. That usually works 

-Nic





SATURDAY. THE DAY BEFORE.



I woke up with a smile on my face this morning.

I have to write this down now otherwise I'll forget and I can't forget this. I have to write it down so I can remember it in the future – or at least look back on it and remember.

Maybe I'll write a story about it. I have such good feelings and feel such intensity from it that if I don't tap it now, it'll fade and I'll think – well it probably wasn't that great anyway, but it was. IT TOTALLY WAS. So here's what happened. I had this dream:



There were three girls in the tea room at Target. Girls I had been working with.

Then another 3 girls came up and they each paired up with one of my Target workmates. I was out in the corridor and the tea room door was suddenly closed where it had been open before. I knew that each pair were sleeping together (in the wink wink way you know ;) ).

It seemed like a second later that they must have been done because the tea room door was open again and all the target girls had their clothes on but the other girls were just finishing putting theirs on (doing up buttons, pulling down tops etc.)

I knew that they were there to relax us. I wasn't mad that they'd left me out. The girls asked in unison 'Everyone taken care of?' and I was sitting out in the corridor still.

I called out 'No.' and I was smiling at their mistake. Like I said, I didn't mind.

Then this blonde girl came out the door and took my hand. I was on my feet then and she was pulling me along, further down the corridor towards where the ladies change room was. I knew the other two girls who had been with my blonde one were looking for me to take care of me as well but my blonde girl grinned at me conspiratorially and said 'I want you all to myself'. I grinned too and we crept down to the locker room, giggling at our deception of the others.

I don't remember going through the door, but all of a sudden we were in the locker room and we were laughing hysterically and our arms were linked as we pushed through the second door, which went into the toilets.

Once we were in there, it was a little darker. One of the light tubes was out I guess because it was really light at one end, and darker at ours.

I told her that I'd never been with a girl before. I was a bit shy and sort of hesitated as I said it. I wanted to be honest but didn't want to seem childish. She just smiled and then all of a sudden her legs were wrapped around my waist. She was weightless and her arms were about my shoulders. I carried her to the bench and sat her down there.

I had my arms wrapped about her middle and was breathing in the smell of her neck and feeling her skin against my face at the meeting of her shoulder to throat. I nuzzled there a moment before the mirror that is usually occupying all the wall space above the bench and basins the blonde was seated on was instantly a massive window and everyone could see us. (Dream logic ey?)

So, still laughing she hopped down to her feet and I took her in my arms. I brought them up under hers and held her back and then moved my hands up her shoulders, pressing her to me. I couldn't believe how good she felt when I was holding her. It was...incredible. Intense. And she smelled great. I kissed her but when I was looking to get it right, her mouth appeared as the mouth of a knitted toy animal (not that I was shocked by this, it's just how it was when the dreamworld changed). She didn't look like she had toy features before I went to kiss her, and she hadn't had so up until that point, so maybe my imagination ran out when it got to the up close contact, but she had a toy mouth.

We were making out I guess and she was holding me just as tight as I held her, then all of a sudden there were massive windows in the stall as well! Everyone saw what we were doing!

When we walked out of the stall, we weren't in the Ladies toilets anymore. We walked out of the stall and down some dusty wooden steps into a hot, dusty town street. The road was dirt, the sun was high and it looked a little like an Old Western main street.

Everyone outside was wearing those white Stetsons and were grinning, laughing and clapping us as we bashfully left the stall. I held her hand leading her down the steps.

The next thing I knew I suppose chronologically speaking some hours or days had passed, because I was striding somewhere, purposefully, self-assuredly and the Blonde girl was all dressed in her creamy halter, blue denim mini and white sneakers, walking past with some friends. Time had passed since we'd seen each other. Or a separation had occurred, this I know, and when she met my eye she smiled shyly and coloured. She was blushing to see me and happy to see me and she loved me. I know that because you just know things like that in dreams.



And that was the dream.

It was incredible. I loved it. It was amazing. Fantastic.

I woke up and wished she was real. God. She was beautiful..

When I woke up I opened my eyes, looked around, rubbed my nose and in doing that I smelled my hand. It smelled of her. Of the blonde girl. Don't ask me how or why, but it did. It made my heart pound.



LATER.

My mum and I went to Aunty Di's for dinner. It was alright. I kept thinking about the dream. Maybe I could put it in a story to remember it by.

It was a great dream. Sleepy now. Hope I dream of the blonde girl again.

-Nic