Dream #1,190

Dreamt of finding our kitten sleeping with Toki-chan — our tiny, plush baby penguin. The kitten was curled tightly around Toki-chan and it was clear that she had claimed him for her own. I was worried about the wear and tear on Toki-chan. Figuring that the kitten just needed more cuddles, took her into my arms.

Dream #1,189

Dreamt that a young woman was consulting with Yuko-hime and I regarding some body modifications. She wanted a tattoo with a large piercing on her chin below her lip and a larger piercing for suspension behind her sternum. After taking some measurements we determined that the skin in front of her sternum was only 4/100 of an inch and the skin behind — inside her chest cavity — was only 3/100 of an inch. That much skin was just not enough to support the piercing she’d hoped to get.

Dream #1,188

Dreamt of showing up late for class after having failed to do my homework. We were supposed to answer three questions about the reading: 1) “What was the author’s name?” 2) “How old was she when she started writing?” and 3) “What was the reading about?” Our answers were to be turned in on a Post-It note. I overheard two other students mention the author’s name, “Fuldonando,” and seemed to recall that she’d started writing when she was thirty-two years old. And thinking that partial credit was better than no credit, I looked around for a pen and a Post-It note.

I arrived at our table to find it was covered with Post-It notes, but they already had writing on them. I asked Yuko-hime if I could borrow one from her. She hold it out but yanked it back when I reached for it. As my anxiety started to build, she began mocking my ticks and hand gestures, making fun of me.

I woke up crying.

Dream #1,187

Dreamt of coming home once more to find my roommate’s teen-aged son’s stuff — mostly collectable toys of some sort — all over the apartment. There was so much stuff it was hard to move. And I was fed up. As I cleaned a place on the table to set the groceries down, I began tossing his Star Wars action figures and other items into a big pile. “It’s time for you to move out,” I told him, “Mess up your own f–king place.”

The next day he was gone and the kitchen and dining room were immaculate. They were so clean they sparkled. I should’ve been happy. But sorrow filled me and I woke up crying.

Dream #1,186

Dreamt of watching the dance floor as some students from Luther Ballroom were warming up. The were doing something bizarre with their legs and hips in their cha cha that made them looking very squatty. When I pointed out that wasn’t what Yuko-hime and I had shown them, they said, “This is what our regular coach told us to do, and she’s the professional.”

“I don’t care, but if that’s what they said, they’re an idiot.” I responded, shocking them silent. “Have you seen how you look? Does it look good?”

Dream #1,185

Dreamt of following Greg W. down the corridor as he told me that, in addition to his house in Minnesota and his cabin in Wisconsin, he also had a house in Florida and an apartment complex in Kansas. “So you’re a slum lord?” I joked. He gave me a look has he opened the door to his apartment.

“You could say that,” he replied, “But I keep my properties in good order, unlike my landlord here.” He nodded upwards and to where the ceiling was falling in and leaking water.

Dream #1,184

Dreamt I shared an office cubicle with Wyatt G. I stretched and, with and audible rip, felt the elbows of my shirt tear out. Wyatt looked at me and said, “I could rip out my shirt, too, if I flexed!” Then he tried flexing and his shirt failed to tear.

“No,” I said, “If I’d been flexing, my shirt would’ve ripped out through the back. The elbows ripping is just wear.”