Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 10/3/2018
By Moonstar
At first I am charge nurse in a psychiatric ward. I am wearing a black business suit and white blouse as my uniform but the jacket and blouse are open and my breasts exposed. This does not seem abnormal or calls anybody’s attention. I see very few of the patients...I am busy with the staff. My friend Margaret is one of the nurses...they are very slow doing things. The doctors are at meetings and I try to listen to what they are talking about through an old fashion intercom. One of the patients is a very tall skinny woman with hair to her knees that walks around the ward. I always seem to see her from the back, never see her face. From there I go home. This is the home where I was born. My mother, father, brother and several friends are in my parent’s bedroom watching TV although nothing can be seen on the screen...just interference as when a station is off the air. I am dressed in a beautiful long white lace skirt. At the front of the house there is a visitor sitting in my father’s rocking chair by the door to the street...it is Bob...with his almost white blonde hair. I sit on his lap and want to kiss him on the lips but very sweetly he tells me to get off his lap that we need to be friends and nothing more for the time being ...and his hair turns silver white and then he looks like a famous Russian opera singer and then he turns into a gorgeous albino Siberian tiger with blue eyes. I am not scared, I enjoy watching this. Bob the tiger runs out the door. He is a gorgeous animal. My friend Sandy appears...she wanted to flirt with Bob and is disappointed he left. She asks me to walk her to the subway and I do. We walk through a very interesting and colorful town full of restaurants and clubs and narrow streets. It is some sort of holiday....we had forgotten that. The streets are full of people celebrating. Sandy and I talk about the saints we have in our heads. I tell her I am Chango and she gives me the name of her saint written in a purple piece of paper. Because I am getting a lot of cat calls as we walk by, I realize that I am wearing a very short cream satin shift and a very blonde wig and everybody is looking at me. Sandy needs to eat dinner before she takes the train and all restaurants have lines of people waiting. Finally she convinces the hostess at a restaurant to give us a table, we get the table because people think the way I look is amusing/sexy. I am embarrassed. My cream shift is very pretty but too short and I am not wearing anything underneath. We are served yogurt, berries and fish crackers. We are sitting next to two men, one old but elegant and another younger. The younger has a beautiful red sports Audi parked near by. We go with them...I am with the young man who takes me by the hand and takes me to a dark corner and tries to kiss me but I don’t like him...I look at him and he is full of burn scars and feels sticky and I push him away. Sandy comes back and we realize it is very late and I call my parents to tell them I am ok and my brother answers the phone and will not put them on. When eventually they get the phone they tell me that Sandy has a bad history...they just found this out but will not report it so she does not loose her job; they never define what bad is and I don’t care but they want me to go home and I am distressed. I thought it was 12 but it is 2:30 in the morning and I have to go to work next morning. Sandy and I keep walking toward the metro station....there are a lot of up and down steps on the street. I am afraid that once I leave Sandy at the train I will not be able to find my way back home.