Date: 10/26/2017
By TastesLikeWallpaper
The dream was about this girl and my crush, James. I didn't know the girl, but she was Asian (she looked Thai) and her hair was in two cornrows that ended at her neck. She was smiley and cute, and may have had braces. We were in front of our lockers and she kept touching his hands. She called it "fist humping", when what she was actually doing was just clapping hands with him. Them flirting made me really sad, but I acted like it didn't bother me. There was a library cart of books in the middle of the hallway and the three of us were organizing the books. The girl thought it was a good time to move onto a more hands-on way of flirting with him, which was stupid because it was literally just the three of us and there's no way I wouldn't know what they're up to. She walked up behind James and pressed herself against his back. Then she wrapped her arms around him, one around his waist, and her other hand resting right on his belt buckle, tugging slightly. She rocked forward and moved her hand down some and touched his dick through his pants. He covered her hand with his and basically guided her to keep touching him. Their rocking movements increased in pace. They acted like I wasn't there, and I acted like I wasn't watching, and kept organizing the books. There was a skip or something and the library cart was gone. We all sat on the floor now and we sang a song called Love Letters. It was James, the girl, me and this other girl whose name I don't know. She is tall and black. The girl who kept touching James was a good singer.