Warning: Don’t read this if you are offended by sexuality or drug use. Or really random, messed up dream images.
I went to a party thrown by the union representative of a local district. I thought it was only going to be a work thing, but I instantly clicked with the union rep- a smart, funny, man with a big frame, broad shoulders and a lovely goatee (my “type”). His friends at the party were interesting and amusing, and I was really enjoying myself.
At one point, we were talking about a teaching job that was available. He said he could give it to whomever he wanted, which seemed odd to me, but I could tell he had a lot of power. That made me ever more attracted to him. I thought for a moment about asking for the job myself, but I was unsure- did I want to trade in my current autonomy for security and more money? I wasn’t sure, and by the time I had decided to ask him for the job (I knew he would give it to me), he had called everyone to introduce the teacher for the new position. Everyone was glad that it was a teacher who had been laid off due to budget cuts prior to this.
Then, amazingly, the union rep offered me a job doing push-in for remediation part time as a consultant. This would give me a lot more flexibility and autonomy than a regular teaching job, but still give me some of the security and salary I needed. I was so happy that I hadn’t asked for the teaching job.
I ended up staying at the party very late, really enjoying myself with the union representative and his friends. At one point they asked me if I wanted to smoke a joint. I said no, because it was the middle of the night, and I would have to get home soon, but I asked him if I could buy a little bit of pot from him. He said he would just give me some, but I insisted on paying whatever it was worth.
He went to his fish tank, and pulled out an extremely oversized heart locket from the gravel. Inside was his stash. I tried to take a small pinch, but ended up picking up a lot more than I wanted. I didn’t feel that I should put it back, because I had some water on my hands from the fish tank, which would ruin the pot, so I felt I should buy it. I was uneasy, because I was afraid it might be more than an ounce, which would mean much worse consequences if I were arrested. His friends put it in little baggies for me. I was so thrilled: a new love interest, pot, and a job!
I told everyone that I had to leave since it was 3 a.m., and the union rep offered to walk me out. I was very pleased by this, and I was hoping he would kiss me. We sat on a bus bench together, and he did kiss me. I was so happy, and it was such a long, wonderful kiss. He moved in to touch me more, and started to lay on top of me right on the bus bench. It didn’t even bother me that we were in public. But then he whispered in my ear that he thought it was very sexy to put on makeup and pretend he was a lesbian. He took out blue eyeshadow and blush and put it on heavily.
Just like that, all the ardor was gone. A parade started to make its way down the main street, and I mumbled something about having to go before the parade stopped all traffic- I would catch a bus on a north parallel street. I quickly left, and he didn’t try to come after me.
When I got home, I saw my daughters’ 3 dolls playing with each other on a toy bed outside the house. Interestingly, it wasn’t my house, but the house across the street from my childhood home where my childhood frenemy used to live. I nodded my head- now I knew I had been right in suspecting they were actually alive. It was hard for them to move around with their doll-shaped bodies, so I picked each one of them up, hugged them and kissed them like they were my children, and brought them into the house.
Inside the house were about 10 children- none of them actually mine. I scolded them for being up in the middle of the night, and told them to go to their rooms. Frogette’s friend’s sister, JB, was there, and she wouldn’t listen to me. I suspected she was on the spectrum for Autism. The house on the inside was much bigger than the house on the outside, with multiple halls and wings and different rooms. I went into one of the darker rooms, where beds were stacked like shelves, multiple bunkbeds high up. Frog was on one of the middle beds, and I joined him there.
Frog and I had sex, me feeling only slightly guilty that I had almost just cheated on him. It was very comfortable, very familiar sex, not anything like I had felt with the union rep, but quite enjoyable in a different way- comfort versus excitement. When we were done I thought of the union rep. It was sad- I really liked this guy. But there was no way I could get over that weird kink, even though I didn’t want to be sexually-closed minded or judgmental.
I got a call on my cell phone. It was the union rep, and when he greeted me on the phone, I realized that his name wasn’t the name I thought it was, the name of one of my junior high school crushes, it was a name that rhymed with it, in fact, Frog’s brother’s name. I was disappointed that he shared his name with my brother-in-law, it made me even more uncomfortable about him, so I decided to gently let him down.
I told him I couldn’t see him again, and he was very angry. He said that he had tape of me buying marijuana, and wouldn’t the school district like to know about that? I walked through one of the long, darkened halls of the house, whispering with him on my cell phone so Frog couldn’t hear me, feeling somewhat threatened, yet still feeling bad that we couldn’t be together.
Weird. I’ve got nothing on this one. Except I think this is the second dream lately that an unsuitable man wants to possess me at a threatening cost. (I have such an ego in my dreams!) And weird child/childhood stuff I can’t put my finger on. 8 months ago