§ Childhood Room and Trains at Dawn.
I - My Childhood Room.
A rough rendition of my Childhood Room.
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The dream went straight to the point: I was having sex with a guy whom I knew very well, and we were engaged in playful foreplay. The image in my mind of the guy was either my Special Friend or my Highschool Sweetheart (same guy as the Bus Driving in Canada... episode).
I already slipped a yellow condom on him (with a very nice texture, mind you) and was about to get on top to engage in coitus -- until I heard my mother's voice in the corridor -- I then realized my door was open!
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I quickly got up from my bed and slammed the door just as she was about to enter my room, accompanied by two foreign women -- one was quite tall and large, clothed in a blue top and black pants, and the other one was quite short and squat, sporting a green t-shirt and black pants.
I told my partner to roll to the floor on the other side of the bed by the window, as I held against the door. My Mom was asking what was wrong, and I just told her that my room was too messy and that it needed to be fixed. She just told me to hurry up since she needed to present my room since the house was up for sale.
II - Trains at Dawn
Complete change of setting, I was walking out of a classroom in my University, and I was trying to tell my professor that I was afraid I won't be able to complete the requirements for his course. However, I wasn't able to move my mouth to tell him. He just smiled at me as we walked up this battered and dark train station (think Batman Begins), with water dripping from all sides, making the stairs quite slippery.
When we reached the top, the station was teeming with people -- but as the departing trains went in opposite directions, I was greeted by the vanilla sky of dawn.
A rough rendition of my Childhood Room.
The room I'm referring to is the one I stayed in when my family and I lived in France for five years. I labeled it so since I spent my transitional years -- from childhood to adolescence (9 to 15 years old) in that particular room. Until now, I have very strong memories and emotions attached to it. It contained the beginning of my awareness of my persona and sexuality.
------- SEXUAL CONTENT WARNING. Skip if you must. -------
The dream went straight to the point: I was having sex with a guy whom I knew very well, and we were engaged in playful foreplay. The image in my mind of the guy was either my Special Friend or my Highschool Sweetheart (same guy as the Bus Driving in Canada... episode).
At this point, I see it as a mixture of my past and present: My Highschool Sweetheart is actually linked to that Childhood Room, whereas I had my present body, and my Special Friend is a strong presence in my present.
I already slipped a yellow condom on him (with a very nice texture, mind you) and was about to get on top to engage in coitus -- until I heard my mother's voice in the corridor -- I then realized my door was open!
------- END OF SEXUAL CONTENT WARNING. -------
I quickly got up from my bed and slammed the door just as she was about to enter my room, accompanied by two foreign women -- one was quite tall and large, clothed in a blue top and black pants, and the other one was quite short and squat, sporting a green t-shirt and black pants.
I told my partner to roll to the floor on the other side of the bed by the window, as I held against the door. My Mom was asking what was wrong, and I just told her that my room was too messy and that it needed to be fixed. She just told me to hurry up since she needed to present my room since the house was up for sale.
II - Trains at Dawn
Complete change of setting, I was walking out of a classroom in my University, and I was trying to tell my professor that I was afraid I won't be able to complete the requirements for his course. However, I wasn't able to move my mouth to tell him. He just smiled at me as we walked up this battered and dark train station (think Batman Begins), with water dripping from all sides, making the stairs quite slippery.
When we reached the top, the station was teeming with people -- but as the departing trains went in opposite directions, I was greeted by the vanilla sky of dawn.
† 10:25
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