Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 5/4/2022
By Fitful
I began a business in Amazon selling coffee. And no, it wasn't coffee beans, but cups of coffee, for the morning pickmeup. For the everyday person. I readied my first cup. I had three orders my first day, the people on Amazon had bought my coffee, $20 each. I was so excited. I told my whole family. I was living in a house full of family members, on some suburban area. I had a ton of older brothers. I assumed it'd be easy to get the coffee to the customers, despite that I didn't have a car and couldn't drive yet. I mean, so many people were in and out, and it was all local delivery. I eagerly made that first cup, never had made coffee before. I added lots of foamy faux milk. I remember it wasn't real milk, it was all plant based. I kept being surprised all the ingredients were vegan. Finally it was done, hot, in a tiny paper cup. And then began the devil of a time finding someone to take me or it to the customer. I should have just called Postmates. But I was stubborn, felt I could get a ride. Dozens of brothers promised me but they kept running around, saying wait. My grandmother wasn't that impressed with my new job, kept telling me to wait. It was stressful as the coffee was getting cold, then the coffee was making it's paper cup soggy. And three hours passed before grandma and a brother wrangled the sheriff - in his muddy truck - to take me there and bring me back. I almost decided not to go. Then I realized I owed the customer. So I went and came back and refunded the other two customers and canceled the orders. It wasn't the job for me. The coffee wasn't worth $20. ~ When I was out I kept finding snakes. I found one, picked it up and decided to take it home. then I found another. And another. I kept finding them. Four of them. I don't know if they were poisonous or not, they were just lovely. They coiled around each other, their heads all small and alert. I kept and eye out for aggressiveness between them, but there was none. They were just happy to be with me, and fine with each other, despite they were all different breeds. I had a large family, in an old victorian house. They were nice. When came home, I had a baby in my hands, I'd been watching babies while I held them, as we were all out shopping me and another adult and its babies. No one thought it odd. But anyway when we got home some child came and took them fearlessly as my hands were full, saying he'd take up to my room. I hollered up after him to put them in the bathtub, as I didn't have a tank set up yet. I juggled the baby and a snake - the largest and most docile - in my arms. Finally I went up stairs, layer him in his crib Took a smaller baby - now wide awake - out of his crib so he could sleep alone in peace. He wouldn't settle with it there. Then delivered the baby to it's parent. Then I visited the snakes in the bathroom. They were cute and happy in the tub I thought. All four of them. But then they tried to go down the drain. I pulled up one, realized I got him and was received. then reached for another, got it. I should have stoppered the drain first. Then I realized the big one, the first one i saved from the drain, i only had his head. I grappled for the big body and tried to stick him back together like glue, he'd only been separate from it for a few seconds... But it didn't work. For a minute he was alive, even sat up and looked at me. I was in tears, I tried to heal with magic but I didn't know any. And he died. And the second one died too. I realized I couldn't the other to. I had to let them go. Outside it was raining. I worried if I let them go they'd get sick, but maybe they'd have plenty of water. I felt bad I hadn't gotten them a safe tank instead. ~ Somehow I ended up on a date with a guy in our group. We were all in some large facility, labyrinth style, big, white like the left over abandoned ruin of a futuristic church. There was a whole story about how we got there and what we did when we left each day. I can't recall that part. But I did end up on a date, unlikely as it was, with one of the dark haired rebellious dudes. We hung out upstairs on his room, over the night. It was fun. We got close but he didn't seem to know how to make a move or do anything other than be sweet and gentle. He walked away for a while and some other dude distracted me. An older gentleman. His hair was all silvered, though he was still strong and fit. He and I chatted and I realized he did know what to do. He knew about BDSM. He knew a lot. So I went with him, up to yet another attic. And he spent an inordinate amount of time getting things ready. We were in an empty room, he laid paper towels down - this big roll the size of a person - on the carpet to protect it. We kept switching rooms, from that one and the one next door which was more comfortable but had less to offer - less light - back to the empty one. He found tools, broke a hairbrush for a paddle. Found a few belts that looked good. He was thorough and methodical. It wasn't about the sex, it was about the BDSM, the pain I wanted and the power exchange. He didn't seem bothered I directed what I wanted. And took control easily when it was time. I did feel some bad about leaving the other dude. But I wondered if this one wasn't him, his future self. I'd never seen this old one before, but he had the same look. And the rooms directly above were over the first dude's room, where my stuff still was. And the younger dude hadn't made a move and seemed utterly vanilla. Surprisingly for his rebellious persona, he was gentle. Too gentle. I'd realized as he was, I wanted a bite of pain instead. I wouldn't have enjoyed myself with him. It was a selfish but eye opening revelation.