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12/2 - A and I go into a nice house that doesn’t belong to us. I am uncomfortable but he insists it’s fine and starts spreading out his stuff for a picnic. He has a speaker for music. I am afraid the people who live there will return but he insists not to worry. We are eating and chilling. Shortly a young couple returns and is shocked to see us spread out and entrenched in the home. I am horrified and apologetic. A shrugs it off and says oh sorry and starts to pack up our stuff. We scramble to pack up. I am trying to dismantle the speaker which has speaker wire, I fumble to get the frayed wire unscrewed and finally just rip it out. We leave and the couple is cool though horrified. I return the next day by myself to apologize, it is not the young couple but a single middle aged woman of means. I sit down at her table and she is shocked to see me. I politely ask her if I can talk to her. I tell her I am so sorry about crashing her house and it’s not something I would normally do and she says she knows it wasn’t my idea, but A’s. I say it’s no excuse I shouldn’t have gone along with it and we are all responsible for our actions. As I leave I ask for a pen and get one from a nearby table. I write my number on a napkin, but not my name, and tell her to call me if she ever needs anything. She is puzzled as to why she would ever need anything. I tell her I have ‘a very special set of skills’ but don’t specify what they are and tell her to call me if she is ever in trouble with no one to turn to. I leave and walk through the seaside town.

C and I meet Christian Slater and he takes us for a ride in a cool Sandy road. I am driving and cannot control the car, it keeps swerving unexpectedly almost off the sandy road. It is hilly and beautiful but treacherous. I am apologetic and tell slater I am actually a good driver and don’t know why I’m swerving. Then I realize his car that I am driving is a large old car with loose steering, like a 70s Cadillac convertible and I tell him oh that’s why because it’s an old boat but he doesn’t seem to mind and I get better control. We end up in a cool place I’d never been with cool people, like a spa with pools and beaches. I think wow, people like him know cool spots, I don’t know any cool spots. But as I go around I realize it's all gay men fucking each other.