The Loss of Dreams
Mood:  down
Topic: Recollecting a Dream

So I'm asleep. Kinda. Tossing and turning. Its 3:30 in the morning and the second time I've stirred restlessly awake.

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Its a family situation: me, my son, my wife, in the same bed, some kind of cross over to my parents and their sleeping arrangement... and my grandmother.

Also there are three asian women present as well. Old friends, former girlfriends, they all carry an air of happy memories, memories that once dlighted.

In the dream I can't sleep. The my ife, son and I are in bed and one of the girls is in the room; the other girls are awake in another room. The girl in our room walks out and joins the other girls. Restless and unable to sleep, I follow. I walk through the house and try to sleep on the sofa.

I can't sleep so well as the girls are making happy noises. I get up to go and see what's going on. They are in various states of semi-undress. Some are playing in the bathroom/en-suite. The door closes: I'm not really supposed to see what's going on. Its a surprise.

I go back to the sofa. One of the girls is already under the blanket on the sofa, her nickers and mine tangled up underneath her. I reach for my underpants confused as to why I am naked. She moves a little and my pants are free I put them on and climb in under the balnket. Shortly after the others join us.

We are sitting, and chatting... all on the sofa, all in our underwear. My wife bursts through the door, livid, demanding to be told what is going on - there is an unspoken insinuation is that we're up to something, having some kind of, orgy. We're drinking chinese tea.

The girls go back to their room. Apparently, my grandmother was doing their hair, getting them dressed up for some kind of presentation. My wife also returns back to the bedroom where my son sleeps.

I am now in the backyard, amongst weeds, plastic rubbish, and broken toys... walking along the back fence line, kicking through these left overs.

My grandmother appears like a shadow and presents each girl to me; their hair fantastical and not at all in character with the person underneath.

My grandmother watches me like a hawk, the hint of a cruel smile, eyes blazing, looking for some telltale sign that might be showing how I feel about the girl presented. The girl bids farewell and we talk of keeping in contact via Facebook, then she goes. The situation repeats for the other two. 

Lastly, I am there alone, feeling like I've lost something, kicking through the garbage and broken toys and weeds, with nowhere left to go.