This is a recurrent dream on which I'm always in my old bedroom.
Though I know it is my old bedroom, it is so different from the real one.
I'm late to get somewhere and I'm trying to clean up my bedroom.
Somehow, I sense that the house is built from West to East, rather than from North to South. Everything changes accordingly.
I feel sort of mad about time. I hate my routine.
My old bedroom has a big fancy bed with a wooden-dark brown base. The mattress is yellowish and makes me ill. Everything is painted in pale blue.
A big lamp is on and it irradiates a yellowish light, too.
The atmosphere is cold.
My nose is like an ice.
With my naked feet, I sense a soft and warm carpet.
This is new. A carpet of the color of Cappuccino coffee expands through all the floor's bedroom. The caress is so cozy that I hate to be awake.
I would love to go back to bed.
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It seems that it is pretty early in the morning.
Maybe it is about to dawn.
It seems one of those December days' of my first year as an undergraduate student.
I used to wake up early in the morning.
All my classes started at 7: 00 a.m.
Sometimes I hated school.
Especially on Sundays, I had nightmares about getting involved in the school with dangerous guys. They sold drugs and porno movies. I owed them money.
They always locked me inside a fridge and everything I did to escape was useless.
I woke up feverishly from those dreams.
At school, I felt out of place.
My classmates were so dumb and I was so fake.
They came from private schools and they were always talking about Europe and fancy restaurants. I had a bad temper, but pretended to be nice all the time.
I was so angst about my future.
I just wanted to meet someone with whom I could speak about music and literature.
I was convinced that all I wanted to do was to be a writer and there I was, studying a scientific career, dealing with silly guys who were crazy about having patients to tell them how to conduct their lives.
I was about to leave my old bedroom, when Theresa came in.
(Dunno why I dreamed about her.
I always look for an explanation when someone appears out of nowhere in my dreams.
So far, I haven't figured it out why did she appear on this dream. On the previous day, I didn't think of her, neither saw her or spoke to her. Guess she just kind of thought of me.)
As she walks into my old bedroom, a strange sexual energy floods the stay.
I sense that sexual energy through my naked feet. Somehow, I also smell it through my skin. It makes me feel so alive. It makes me forget about my awful routine.
She smiles. Her lips look so fleshy.
It seems that we have an unfinished deal and that she just came back to get over it.
She looked prettier than she looks in the real world, but despite so I don't find her especially attractive.
Theresa is in front of me. So close to me.
A few millimeters away from me. I can sense through my skin that she's so excited.
She says something about the mattress or the furniture of my old bedroom.
I try to say something, too.
All of a sudden, she puts her hands so close to my crotch in a very sexual way.
She sighs so deeply. Then, she sticks her tongue out and licks her lips discreetly.
Her attitude makes me feel so excited.
I know I could make her everything I wanted to.
Her body language says so. I feel about to have a heart attack.
I notice that she wears a yellowish turtle neck sweater.
Even though Theresa has a big breast in the real world, in my dream she's not.
We kiss.
She is so close to me that I feel her breast. It's less impressive than I had thought.
Her hands are still on my crotch. I can't avoid to feel excited about her touch.
Again, I know that I could make her everything I wanted to.
Theresa smiles. I feel her saliva on my lips.
I don't enjoy the sensation. It makes feel dirty and low.
She leaves the bedroom and I walk behind her.
I tell her I'm about to leave the house and she says that it is so unfair.
She says that we started something and that we have to finish it.
She says that I started the fire and now I just turned off the heat.
Theresa smiles again, but this time I focus on her teeth.
They're so yellowish and crooked.
I feel nauseous.
Woke up at 6: 00 a.m. from this dream, fed the kitties and started to write.
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