Oh.... Dreams of My Secret Life as a Pedo
So… a couple of nights ago I had crazy dreams… pretty nightmarish…. I think they make interesting reading…. a lot of sexual themes like being accused of statutory rape, but other than that… pretty harmless.
So… the dream was like a channel surfing thing. I would see the first 10 minutes of the dream and then it would go to commercial and I’d move on to another channel with a different dream and sometimes come back to see the second part of the dream I had left before, sometimes not. There were like 6 separate “channels” in all.
The first one started off with me sitting outside the office of like a principal. It seemed like high school. My father was in the office talking to the principal. I was getting nervous outside, trying to figure out what was going on and what I’d done. I had no idea and wasn’t coming up with anything. I watched some of the other people in the waiting room outside the office, though none of the people were particularly interesting. Finally my father stormed out of the office, yelling back at the principal, pissed as hell at him and shaking his head at me. My father left and I was called into the office…. and here we hit commercial break.
The next dream was one I don’t remember.
The next was about space ghost. Space Ghost was a detective and was solving this big mystery. Nothing very clear came out of it…. Space Ghost just kept finding pointless clues that seemed to make no sense to me… but that he was sure would solve the mystery.
We returned to out originally scheduled programming now. I was sitting in the principal’s office and he was lecturing me on how they were kicking me out of school. I was horrified. I asked what I had done. He told me I had been carrying on an illicit affair with an underaged boy and that they had proof. I was shocked. I didn’t know what they were talking about. They said that I had been doing it online, sexually pursing a 17 y/o boy. That I did know what they were talking about. I can’t deny that. But I tried to explain that all we had done is talked, that nothing had happened, that I hadn’t actually done anything. He said what I had done was illegal and he had all the proof he needed.
Once again we switched off to some other program… not sure what it was.
Next we switched to a program about my cousin’s wedding that I went to in September, just a little different this time. It was the day after the wedding as everyone was getting ready to leave. We were all outside the hotel in some grassy lawn next to some woods… all of which was not a part of downtown Cleveland last time I remember. Anyway…. my brother and I had a huge fight. He was pissed at me and flipped out and started yelling at me that I was a monster and that I had done such horrible things at this wedding that he could never forgive me. He said he was going to tell our parents what I had done… because someone had to. I didn’t know what he was talking about and tried to reason with him, but he stalked off for my parents.
Once again… jump time. Now I was at my elementary school, Forestdale School… behind it where all the soccer fields were. Some kind of tournament was going on, soccer too I believe, though my tournament never uses the fields at Forestdale because they suck. I was following my mother around and we were talking to different people there at the fields, many of them people from the town that I know. We just talked about random stuff.
Jump again… this time back to the wedding. So…. I was next to my parents and my cousin Scott. We were all getting ready to leave and were all watching the bride and groom say goodbye to the staff of the hotel, shaking all of their hands in a long procession thing…. whoever does something like that. My brother told me I should tell my parents what I had done. My parents were talking to me about the last two boys in the line of hotel servers, two boys who were waiters. My parents were saying they both looked too young to be working. My brother told my parents me and Scott should be able to tell them about how young they are. Both of us looked at my brother.
Skip again…. this time back to the very first one. So…. now I’m sitting in some police interrogation room being drilled by FBI agents. I had committed a federal crime by talking to a 17 y/o boy about sexual things. Thy were dragging out AIM conversations that had been recorded and were trying to break me into admitting that I had specifically sought out the boy because he was underage and that I had forced him into sexual conversations. I kept asserting its untruthfulness, that we had met and sure talking about sexual matters had come up, but that there was nothing more than that and I had never forced him to do or say anything.
Final skip…. we finish off with the wedding. Suddenly after my brother said that last part to my parents…. I remembered what had happened the previous night. We were all very very drunk after lots of drinking… which mirrors the actual wedding quite well. Anyway… me, Scott, and a couple of my other cousins had been hanging around in some kitchen in the hotel and drinking more when we had encountered the young waiters… one 15, one 16. They had both asked for booze… said they would do anything to get it. We ignored them, but they were persistent and we were drunk. So… probably my idea… but we said we’d give them booze if they each dipped their fingers good in the vodka we had and then fingered each other’s asses. Apparently they did…. and got pretty damn drunk off of it… so we gave them more booze and got them drunker and made them do even more horrible sexual stuff to each other… none of which I recalled at the moment. I was quite guilty…. and refused to tell my parents. My brother said that was it and that he would never speak to me again…. so he stormed off.
That was all of them…. it was horrible and crazy. And this followed up the night before where I had a dream about being raped that was too horrible to even remember. Yay my dreams…. they are entertaining to me.
So… the dream was like a channel surfing thing. I would see the first 10 minutes of the dream and then it would go to commercial and I’d move on to another channel with a different dream and sometimes come back to see the second part of the dream I had left before, sometimes not. There were like 6 separate “channels” in all.
The first one started off with me sitting outside the office of like a principal. It seemed like high school. My father was in the office talking to the principal. I was getting nervous outside, trying to figure out what was going on and what I’d done. I had no idea and wasn’t coming up with anything. I watched some of the other people in the waiting room outside the office, though none of the people were particularly interesting. Finally my father stormed out of the office, yelling back at the principal, pissed as hell at him and shaking his head at me. My father left and I was called into the office…. and here we hit commercial break.
The next dream was one I don’t remember.
The next was about space ghost. Space Ghost was a detective and was solving this big mystery. Nothing very clear came out of it…. Space Ghost just kept finding pointless clues that seemed to make no sense to me… but that he was sure would solve the mystery.
We returned to out originally scheduled programming now. I was sitting in the principal’s office and he was lecturing me on how they were kicking me out of school. I was horrified. I asked what I had done. He told me I had been carrying on an illicit affair with an underaged boy and that they had proof. I was shocked. I didn’t know what they were talking about. They said that I had been doing it online, sexually pursing a 17 y/o boy. That I did know what they were talking about. I can’t deny that. But I tried to explain that all we had done is talked, that nothing had happened, that I hadn’t actually done anything. He said what I had done was illegal and he had all the proof he needed.
Once again we switched off to some other program… not sure what it was.
Next we switched to a program about my cousin’s wedding that I went to in September, just a little different this time. It was the day after the wedding as everyone was getting ready to leave. We were all outside the hotel in some grassy lawn next to some woods… all of which was not a part of downtown Cleveland last time I remember. Anyway…. my brother and I had a huge fight. He was pissed at me and flipped out and started yelling at me that I was a monster and that I had done such horrible things at this wedding that he could never forgive me. He said he was going to tell our parents what I had done… because someone had to. I didn’t know what he was talking about and tried to reason with him, but he stalked off for my parents.
Once again… jump time. Now I was at my elementary school, Forestdale School… behind it where all the soccer fields were. Some kind of tournament was going on, soccer too I believe, though my tournament never uses the fields at Forestdale because they suck. I was following my mother around and we were talking to different people there at the fields, many of them people from the town that I know. We just talked about random stuff.
Jump again… this time back to the wedding. So…. I was next to my parents and my cousin Scott. We were all getting ready to leave and were all watching the bride and groom say goodbye to the staff of the hotel, shaking all of their hands in a long procession thing…. whoever does something like that. My brother told me I should tell my parents what I had done. My parents were talking to me about the last two boys in the line of hotel servers, two boys who were waiters. My parents were saying they both looked too young to be working. My brother told my parents me and Scott should be able to tell them about how young they are. Both of us looked at my brother.
Skip again…. this time back to the very first one. So…. now I’m sitting in some police interrogation room being drilled by FBI agents. I had committed a federal crime by talking to a 17 y/o boy about sexual things. Thy were dragging out AIM conversations that had been recorded and were trying to break me into admitting that I had specifically sought out the boy because he was underage and that I had forced him into sexual conversations. I kept asserting its untruthfulness, that we had met and sure talking about sexual matters had come up, but that there was nothing more than that and I had never forced him to do or say anything.
Final skip…. we finish off with the wedding. Suddenly after my brother said that last part to my parents…. I remembered what had happened the previous night. We were all very very drunk after lots of drinking… which mirrors the actual wedding quite well. Anyway… me, Scott, and a couple of my other cousins had been hanging around in some kitchen in the hotel and drinking more when we had encountered the young waiters… one 15, one 16. They had both asked for booze… said they would do anything to get it. We ignored them, but they were persistent and we were drunk. So… probably my idea… but we said we’d give them booze if they each dipped their fingers good in the vodka we had and then fingered each other’s asses. Apparently they did…. and got pretty damn drunk off of it… so we gave them more booze and got them drunker and made them do even more horrible sexual stuff to each other… none of which I recalled at the moment. I was quite guilty…. and refused to tell my parents. My brother said that was it and that he would never speak to me again…. so he stormed off.
That was all of them…. it was horrible and crazy. And this followed up the night before where I had a dream about being raped that was too horrible to even remember. Yay my dreams…. they are entertaining to me.