A symbolic dream...
So I had this dream last night...
I'm at my house, answering the front door, which is clear glass. It's Brandon at the door. My mom knows it's him, and is standing with her back to the glass door, looking out the window in the living room. I step outside into the front entry and shut the door, although that wouldn't really give us any privacy since the door is glass. Brandon and I hug each other for a long time, but we worry that my mom may turn around at any moment and see us. I've got my head on his shoulder, and I say, "I miss you." Brandon makes a... ok, don't take this the wrong way, but a longing kind of groan. (For real, it really wasn't like that. It sounds bad, but it wasn't! REALLY! I can't think of any other way to put it.) Then I kiss his neck, just a little one, and he kisses my forehead, and I kiss his cheek, and then he's kissing me all over my face and neck, except my lips. (The symbolism in this is so fascinating!) We get worried about my mom turning around, so I stop, take his hand and we practically run over into the front yard, in view of the street but not the front door. Um... The grass is half-dead, a bit of green with a lot of brown and really crunchy in general. I lie down in the grass and pull Brandon on top of me, (gee, this is a bit awkward now) and we start kissing again, though still not on the lips. Finally, Brandon works his way to my mouth, and I press my hand against him to slow him down and tell him that I want to remember this moment forever. He slows down, and just as he's leaning over to kiss me, the garage door (the one that leads into the house, not the one that opens with the remote control) opens and my mom starts calling me. I push him off, he rolls off, and I get up, all covered in grass, to see what she wants. She asks me what we're doing, and I say, "We were playing tag." She looks at me funny and asks why I don't have shoes on. I look down and realize I'm only wearing socks and am kind of caught in a lie. And then I wake up.
Ok. The first part of the dream where I'm standing in the front entryway is the part of the relationship when we talked on the phone at midnight. The door is glass because we were talking right under my mom's nose, but she didn't think to check. At first I thought the "I miss you" part was from recently, but then I remembered we used to say that all the time during the night. The... uh... noise Brandon makes is a glimpse of how he really felt about me. Notice that I started the kissing, and he responded with an innocent forehead kiss. When I kept pushing, he went along with it, and we started moving really fast with our words, though not in an actual physical sense (the no kissing of the lips). Then school started, that's when we moved to the grass. The grass is half-dead because our relationship is dying, although there's still some hope. We're in plain sight of the street, the public, but we don't care anymore. My romantic self wants him to initiate the physical relationship (the kiss), but before he can my mom comes and interrupts us again. When I get up, I'm still covered in the debris of our relationship (the grass) and have to lie about what we were doing. I get caught in the lie, and that's where I am now. The end.
I'm at my house, answering the front door, which is clear glass. It's Brandon at the door. My mom knows it's him, and is standing with her back to the glass door, looking out the window in the living room. I step outside into the front entry and shut the door, although that wouldn't really give us any privacy since the door is glass. Brandon and I hug each other for a long time, but we worry that my mom may turn around at any moment and see us. I've got my head on his shoulder, and I say, "I miss you." Brandon makes a... ok, don't take this the wrong way, but a longing kind of groan. (For real, it really wasn't like that. It sounds bad, but it wasn't! REALLY! I can't think of any other way to put it.) Then I kiss his neck, just a little one, and he kisses my forehead, and I kiss his cheek, and then he's kissing me all over my face and neck, except my lips. (The symbolism in this is so fascinating!) We get worried about my mom turning around, so I stop, take his hand and we practically run over into the front yard, in view of the street but not the front door. Um... The grass is half-dead, a bit of green with a lot of brown and really crunchy in general. I lie down in the grass and pull Brandon on top of me, (gee, this is a bit awkward now) and we start kissing again, though still not on the lips. Finally, Brandon works his way to my mouth, and I press my hand against him to slow him down and tell him that I want to remember this moment forever. He slows down, and just as he's leaning over to kiss me, the garage door (the one that leads into the house, not the one that opens with the remote control) opens and my mom starts calling me. I push him off, he rolls off, and I get up, all covered in grass, to see what she wants. She asks me what we're doing, and I say, "We were playing tag." She looks at me funny and asks why I don't have shoes on. I look down and realize I'm only wearing socks and am kind of caught in a lie. And then I wake up.
Ok. The first part of the dream where I'm standing in the front entryway is the part of the relationship when we talked on the phone at midnight. The door is glass because we were talking right under my mom's nose, but she didn't think to check. At first I thought the "I miss you" part was from recently, but then I remembered we used to say that all the time during the night. The... uh... noise Brandon makes is a glimpse of how he really felt about me. Notice that I started the kissing, and he responded with an innocent forehead kiss. When I kept pushing, he went along with it, and we started moving really fast with our words, though not in an actual physical sense (the no kissing of the lips). Then school started, that's when we moved to the grass. The grass is half-dead because our relationship is dying, although there's still some hope. We're in plain sight of the street, the public, but we don't care anymore. My romantic self wants him to initiate the physical relationship (the kiss), but before he can my mom comes and interrupts us again. When I get up, I'm still covered in the debris of our relationship (the grass) and have to lie about what we were doing. I get caught in the lie, and that's where I am now. The end.