creative riff

So I just got in my bed to take a short nap around 4:50. Next thing I know I hear someone in the hall yell something to a friend. Then as I look over to my iHome it reads 6:35 p.m. I feel like I just had the kind of sleep you have when you are sure you have come down with something or possibly after the most passionate night of your life. Or whatever a trucker must feel after driving Route 66.

The dream starts with me getting an e-mail informing me that I got into VCU or something. I have to get to Richmond. Prior to all of this I marked out on the forms that I have relatives that live in Richmond (I do) and that two girls have expressed interest in living with me. I am sent their information in this e-mail, but there is some information error and I never get to know their names until later (it’s important to the story).

I meet the two girls on a train or airplane. I am not driving. I somehow get a seat between the two. These girls are not over attractive but one is a brunette and the other is a red head and both have cute faces with gentle slopes for cheeks and noses. They are both slightly big boned for their particular body type. Not knowing these girls names I introduce myself and quickly try to bury myself in a book. Before long I am passed out. I wake to the sensation of these girls smiling at one another and rubbing my body with their elbows. This is a surprisingly nice thing to wake up to.

We get to Richmond and I take them and their luggage up to the two rooms upstairs. My grandparents are not home. We hardly bring up the suitcases  before we begin to make love. I would elaborate but for some reason this part of my mind only now remembers bits and pieces.

I wake up again. Crap, I have to be somewhere. Where? At UNC’s Keenan Flagler Football Stadium or at least a place that resembles it. Why? I don’t know. I awaken the two girls I am once again sitting between and we head over. For some reason my family is watching a game in the adjacent football stadium and I actually run into him while getting refreshments for the girls. He tells me that my whole family will be having dinner tonight and that my friend from sophomore year and UNC cheerleader, Jason, is coming along too. Also, my dad informs me that the two girls are named (Miranda) and (Lucy) and that they should wear something special.

I walk back to the girls who are laughing and giggling and tell them the news. We decide to leave early so we can head to the mall to buy new clothes. I love how the light reflects on the Miranda’s freckles and the sun dress she is wearing.

As the three of us are leaving the football game vs. University of South Carolina, I run in to Jason. He tells me that he will be over in my room (?) in an hour. I don’t question him. I take the two girls to the Shops at Willow Lawn in Richmond. The two girls decide to steal a dress they find and mall security does it job for once by giving chase to us. We manage to escape out of some roof exit and the two girls look at me in a longing manner as we descend the rooftop by some a fire ladder.

As we get back to my room (in Richmond), I let the girls get dressed so I can go meet Jason. I actually drive all the way back to UNC again to meet him even though he earlier told me he would just drive over in an hour. I find him and we discuss Miranda and Lucy. We get back to my room and I peek my head in first. For some reason, I am afraid Jason might judge me negatively if the girls were naked or worse when we entered. The two girls are in fact looking under my bed and laughing at one another. The brunette gazes up at me and says, “Did you mean to keep all of this stuff that is under there?” I mumble that I have been meaning to clean it out for some time. It felt like part of my initial passion for the two was beginning to already wear off.

I turn around and Jason is already dressed for dinner. He was not a moment before. My father calls for me to get ready. I hear a loud yell from outside my dream. I wake up. It is 6:35 p.m.

I am not sure what to think about this dream. I feel very rested. It also felt risque. I’m almost 23 and the two girls acted 17.