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that dream i was supposed to write | 2001-05-04 | 12:14 p.m.


that dream i was supposed to write a few days ago:

i am in a mexican restaurant with liz, it is very dark and before they open. perhaps we are at chi-chis in one of their round booths. i leave to go to the bathroom or something, and when i get back one of the waitors is slinking away from the table. he left us hamburgers (he is one of liz's friends and wanted to give us something), just sitting on the table, not on plates. we take bites, and they are actually soy burgers.

the dream morphs from this point and i am in a clinical room, with a sofa, an armchair, a four-poster bed with white, lacy canopy, one window and a hot grrlie with a chinese haircut (feria black hairdye grrl?). the room is on the 4th or 5th floor of some building, a school?...and the grrl and i are chatting about nothing imparticular. we can hear children playing in the asphalt playground below.

our conversation continues on to encompass sexual experience. she has never been with a woman, and i am a bit surprised. i ask her to undress for me, and she slowly takes off her clothes, peels them off. she is dressed like a boy, big pants and t-shirt. under her bra she is wearing some type of tube-top-thing that flattens her chest. she slides that off, and her breasts fill out her bra beautifully. she takes off her panties and sits on the edge of the bed.

i let her back a little, to admire the picture she presents of beauty. she is not boyish, not one bit. her pubic hair is shaved into a little almond shape, positioned right above everything. for some reason i find this insanely attractive (athough i normally would not) and i can do nothing else but kneel down to kiss it...

when suddenly her whole groin area is covered with thick, coarse hair. i back away slightly. she runs her fingers through the hair that grows thickly down her legs. beasty.

suddenly she is shaved completly, not even the almond left.

i reach out my hands to her and guide her to stand up. "perhaps on the armchair," and i want her to sit, spread her legs wide for me. she walks, nekkid, over to the light blue brocade chair and stands spritely, up on one of the arms. she gazes out the window to the playground below where numerous children are playing. we can hear their screams and laughter clearly.

she is standing in full view, and balancing gingerly on the arm, one foot in front of the other, arms slightly out to balance. quite a picture. i touch her gently, moving my hands over her and she gets down and sits on the chair.

i wake.

note: chi-chis comes up in my dreams every now and then because i worked there as a hostess for 2 years in high-school.


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