I'm in a dark dimly lit place resenting my father. He's always away at work and instead of missing him I hate him. I'm walking alone on the snow in a field. There is a pack of coyotes circling me and I am a little afraid they will attack me. But I become their friend and talk to their leader. The are, in fact, larger grey wolves. They want to know if I can supply them with meat. As I walk down a street I see a dark figure jumping from rooftop to rooftop as if it is following me. I am vaguely afraid of this apparition. I am not scared of the wolves who now surround me.
I grow closer to the wolves and often talk to their leader. They repeat their longing for meat which is scarce in the barren waste that is deep snow we both have to endure. I promise them I will find them meat and we all walk back to my house. I look in the freezer but it is caked with ice and all it contains is frozen pizza. I pry one out and tell the wolf leader that this is all I have to offer. I am afraid they will grow angry with me and attack me. But instead we all share a wistful moment. For my part I hate my father for leaving my mother and me with so little food to eat.
My oafish cousin (or brother?) comes into the kitchen. I dislike him. He talks unintelligibly about something. I look at the wolves and like "Damien" in the movie "The Omen" I say to them casually, "Take him". The pack dashes past me and attack him. I hear his screams as I leave the kitchen and when I look around see only bloody parts of him strewn about the cold kitchen as the wolves feast upon him. I am satisfied as I enter the icy winter.
The dark figure is jumping from rooftop to rooftop as I walk down a street. I am more fearful of the apparition than I have been before and am afraid it will come down and attack me. All of the street lights go out and I am left in complete darkness. I and very scared now and fear for sure now that the jumping figure will come down to hurt me.
The figure does indeed jump down to confront me and I see in the not-too-far distance that it is a white unicorn come to change my evil ways. It charges at me from the distance but I evade its threatening horn. As it passes me I reach up, grab the horn, and break it off. The unicorn is hurt and unable to rise and attack me again. I am vaguely aware that breaking off a unicorn's horn results in very bad luck for the perpetrator.The voice of a god-like man nearby and behind me tells me that I will regret having broken the unicorn's spiraled horn. The wolves gather around me and I invite them to feast upon the unicorn's flesh.
I am back just outside the kitchen. The wolf leader approaches me and says, "We forgot to give you this". It is a jumpsuit of army fatigues. I am incredibly thankful and promise to put it on immediately. But as I take off my clothes the icy winter penetrates my bones so I hold off. I keep the jumpsuit, anyway.
I move down the hallway of my house. The lights are set in sconces unlike the hallway of my old apartment in the Castro. They flicker and go out. I hate the dark and this scares me accordingly. [In my semi-waking state I remind myself that this fear is a common occurring theme in my dreams and resolve to not let it it me scare me and decide to progress with the dream.] I come upon a doorway to a lit room and whisper through the lights I see in the crack of the door (it is slightly ajar). "Mom, can I come in?" She replies, "Yes," so I go in.
She is lying in bed with the blankets pulled up to cover her breasts. She is reading a book. She asks me, "What is it, honey?" I beg her to come into bed with her as I always have since I was a child afraid of the dark. I crawl under the covers and cuddle up against her.
I become aware that she is in fact a very beautiful woman. She is not much older than me, perhaps 30, while I think that I am 16 in my dream. Her blankets fall down to reveal her breasts. They are pert, not very large, but sensual nevertheless. I become aroused by her and tell her that I love her. She tells me in a motherly way me that she, too, loves me very much. But I catch a flicker of something else in her eyes. I move closer to her and fondle her breasts. She shies away at first (I am her son after all). She understands that I am aroused and that this is no ordinary motherly situation. She relents and the covers fall down to expose her naked body.
She is slim and provocative. I move closer to her and no longer cuddle but rather begin to seduce her as I would another woman. She responds and we begin kissing. I am lying on my left side facing her. I move my naked right leg up and over her body. I tell her I want to make love to her and she responds gently, "It's OK, honey". I rise up on my arms over her and slowly penetrate her. She sighs and we make love slowly.
As time goes on we make love more and more frequently. Our sex life is kept strictly secret. Our lovemaking becomes erotic and, suffice it to say, we do everything imaginable together. It culminates with her on her knees smiling enticingly up at me from her knees. I see this from the side as if I am detached from the entire situation.
We are in my aunt's house and because of a shortage of beds my mother and I volunteer to sleep together. No one suspects anything, of course. Our love making is quiet and confidential. We begin to rediscover the tender moments of our first tryst. I find that I love her more than ever. We are safely distant from one another when we are in the den of my aunt's house. No one suspects anything.
My father returns home after one of his frequent and tedious business trips on the road. We both loathe him. Because he is her husband he expects to share her bed. She looks at me with desperation but there is nothing I can do. They retire to her bedroom.
I find out after my father is gone again and that she resisted him with some flimsy excuse. We are both privately grateful for this. In her bedroom we discuss the possibility of having a child together. We both know that this is difficult and if we do so must somehow find a way to explain it. We decide to do proceed anyway and love one another passionately to conceive a child.
I am in my aunt's study and my mother comes in with her three-year-old daughter. It is my sister and I am her father. I am full of love for her as she laughs in that carefree way that only a child can.
My father returns and to his amazement finds that he has produced a child. I look at my mother who deceives him when she tells him that is his child and that they must have conceived it while he was home previously. He looks confused but accepts this explanation. He often gets drunk and it occurs to me that he thinks he may have made love to her during his last visit. He didn't. But he is suddenly suspicious and confronts her. He accuses her of having cheated on him while he was away. He grows menacingly angry. She yells at him defiantly that it is our child. He cannot believe his ears. I am standing and prepared to come to my mother's defense.
I wake up.
I grow closer to the wolves and often talk to their leader. They repeat their longing for meat which is scarce in the barren waste that is deep snow we both have to endure. I promise them I will find them meat and we all walk back to my house. I look in the freezer but it is caked with ice and all it contains is frozen pizza. I pry one out and tell the wolf leader that this is all I have to offer. I am afraid they will grow angry with me and attack me. But instead we all share a wistful moment. For my part I hate my father for leaving my mother and me with so little food to eat.
My oafish cousin (or brother?) comes into the kitchen. I dislike him. He talks unintelligibly about something. I look at the wolves and like "Damien" in the movie "The Omen" I say to them casually, "Take him". The pack dashes past me and attack him. I hear his screams as I leave the kitchen and when I look around see only bloody parts of him strewn about the cold kitchen as the wolves feast upon him. I am satisfied as I enter the icy winter.
The dark figure is jumping from rooftop to rooftop as I walk down a street. I am more fearful of the apparition than I have been before and am afraid it will come down and attack me. All of the street lights go out and I am left in complete darkness. I and very scared now and fear for sure now that the jumping figure will come down to hurt me.
The figure does indeed jump down to confront me and I see in the not-too-far distance that it is a white unicorn come to change my evil ways. It charges at me from the distance but I evade its threatening horn. As it passes me I reach up, grab the horn, and break it off. The unicorn is hurt and unable to rise and attack me again. I am vaguely aware that breaking off a unicorn's horn results in very bad luck for the perpetrator.The voice of a god-like man nearby and behind me tells me that I will regret having broken the unicorn's spiraled horn. The wolves gather around me and I invite them to feast upon the unicorn's flesh.
I am back just outside the kitchen. The wolf leader approaches me and says, "We forgot to give you this". It is a jumpsuit of army fatigues. I am incredibly thankful and promise to put it on immediately. But as I take off my clothes the icy winter penetrates my bones so I hold off. I keep the jumpsuit, anyway.
I move down the hallway of my house. The lights are set in sconces unlike the hallway of my old apartment in the Castro. They flicker and go out. I hate the dark and this scares me accordingly. [In my semi-waking state I remind myself that this fear is a common occurring theme in my dreams and resolve to not let it it me scare me and decide to progress with the dream.] I come upon a doorway to a lit room and whisper through the lights I see in the crack of the door (it is slightly ajar). "Mom, can I come in?" She replies, "Yes," so I go in.
She is lying in bed with the blankets pulled up to cover her breasts. She is reading a book. She asks me, "What is it, honey?" I beg her to come into bed with her as I always have since I was a child afraid of the dark. I crawl under the covers and cuddle up against her.
I become aware that she is in fact a very beautiful woman. She is not much older than me, perhaps 30, while I think that I am 16 in my dream. Her blankets fall down to reveal her breasts. They are pert, not very large, but sensual nevertheless. I become aroused by her and tell her that I love her. She tells me in a motherly way me that she, too, loves me very much. But I catch a flicker of something else in her eyes. I move closer to her and fondle her breasts. She shies away at first (I am her son after all). She understands that I am aroused and that this is no ordinary motherly situation. She relents and the covers fall down to expose her naked body.
She is slim and provocative. I move closer to her and no longer cuddle but rather begin to seduce her as I would another woman. She responds and we begin kissing. I am lying on my left side facing her. I move my naked right leg up and over her body. I tell her I want to make love to her and she responds gently, "It's OK, honey". I rise up on my arms over her and slowly penetrate her. She sighs and we make love slowly.
As time goes on we make love more and more frequently. Our sex life is kept strictly secret. Our lovemaking becomes erotic and, suffice it to say, we do everything imaginable together. It culminates with her on her knees smiling enticingly up at me from her knees. I see this from the side as if I am detached from the entire situation.
We are in my aunt's house and because of a shortage of beds my mother and I volunteer to sleep together. No one suspects anything, of course. Our love making is quiet and confidential. We begin to rediscover the tender moments of our first tryst. I find that I love her more than ever. We are safely distant from one another when we are in the den of my aunt's house. No one suspects anything.
My father returns home after one of his frequent and tedious business trips on the road. We both loathe him. Because he is her husband he expects to share her bed. She looks at me with desperation but there is nothing I can do. They retire to her bedroom.
I find out after my father is gone again and that she resisted him with some flimsy excuse. We are both privately grateful for this. In her bedroom we discuss the possibility of having a child together. We both know that this is difficult and if we do so must somehow find a way to explain it. We decide to do proceed anyway and love one another passionately to conceive a child.
I am in my aunt's study and my mother comes in with her three-year-old daughter. It is my sister and I am her father. I am full of love for her as she laughs in that carefree way that only a child can.
My father returns and to his amazement finds that he has produced a child. I look at my mother who deceives him when she tells him that is his child and that they must have conceived it while he was home previously. He looks confused but accepts this explanation. He often gets drunk and it occurs to me that he thinks he may have made love to her during his last visit. He didn't. But he is suddenly suspicious and confronts her. He accuses her of having cheated on him while he was away. He grows menacingly angry. She yells at him defiantly that it is our child. He cannot believe his ears. I am standing and prepared to come to my mother's defense.
I wake up.
Comments
Post a Comment