April 3, 2012

I accompanied my mother in a visit to a friend of hers. I think this friend was a woman. The moment we arrived they told me to go meet the friend's daughter in her bedroom. At this point I noticed I was visiting the house where I lived from when I was seven to about twenty three years old. They took me trough a corridor and showed me the way to the bedroom, which was my own (I'm not sure I noticed this in the dream). Everything was embedded in light blue coming from the small transparent glass tiles in the ceiling. The sun had already set but there was a fair amount of clarity. The daughter didn't speak to me, but received me in my room. She looked very reserved in her expression, but she was wearing, tightly fitting to her body, a black pajamas made of cotton and lycra; it looked almost like jogging clothing. This girl was maybe about eighteen years old, and her skin reflected a lot of blue so she was probably very white. She was a bit skinny, not too much, and she was almost my height. She had a pretty face with an elegant plain nose, a discrete mouth and a small roundy chin, and her cheeks were not too protuberant. Her eyes seemed to be near black, and transmitted some kind of nervous and voluntary absence. She had black straight hair, not very long, some of it caught in the back of the head with an elastic band; this also made her look like a jogger, even though she looked like she hadn't exercise in a long time. When both our mothers left, she turned her back to me and lied down in her (my) bed, and then faced me again, still very quiet, tucked inside the sheets. I instinctively joined her, and hugged her entire body. I felt she was naked (I was too) and extremely tense. I tightened my embrace, and she furled inside of me, pressing her head against my chest and her arms against hers. She was having an orgasm, although very silently. Then she left the bed, jumping over my body, wearing the same clothes as before, and went through the corridor.
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I was still lying in the bed, facing the end of the glassy blue corridor when I saw her coming in my direction. At first she was very small, wearing a white kimono. She looked like a kokeshi doll. Then she turned into the same form and clothing as before, and jumped over me to get inside the bed again. I kept facing the corridor and she hugged me. I felt her hands around my body, her chest against my back. She then spoke for the first time, and I felt contentment in her voice. She asked me for some sort of object we needed to go further. I was a bit puzzled and asked "the box?", "a condom?...", and then it hit me: I needed a password, but she said it before I could.
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I woke up. There were memories of I... , but this was not her... Who was this girl?... Maybe it was my will to change.