Dream #1
I was part of a video game. I may possibly have gone into a room and grabbed a metallic bust out of a case that was set in a wall. This was the reward for passing the level. I wasn't sure how I'd gotten to this level at all. I didn't know if I'd make it through the next level.
I now saw a screen like an old spaceship battle video game, like Galaga. I seemed to be getting along alright, but then more and more enemy ships came, until I was completely surrounded for layers and layers. I might have continued fighting. But it was clear that I was losing.
Suddenly my ship began to spin and glow. It became light blue. I spun all the ships around me in a circle. Somehow I destroyed all the ships.
I was part of the video game again. I stood in a room like a mix between a castle and a museum. I opened a heavy (green?) door with a long, clear (plastic? glass? quartz?) handle. Some voice may have told me that since I had passed the previous level, I could enter the room and retrieve the elephant's head as a reward.
I walked into the room. It was a small room, possibly with deep blue walls. The lighting was very dim and elegant. There was a doorway to a much bigger room on the back wall. I went to the left wall, where I saw a silver bust in a case set in the wall. The bust may at first have looked human. Then it ma have looked like a bull's head.
A tall, black man opened the heavy door and walked in. He told me that the head was his. It was the bull's head he was to receive as a reward. The man was kind of thin, with long dreads. He wore a long, loose, tan, denim jacket and pants that may have matched. I let the man take the bust. He left the room.
I now walked around, looking for the elephant's head. I thought, Did I just let that man take my reward?
I saw a couple empty, grey plexiglass cases on stand-alone pedestals. Some or one of them may have said something about the elephant's head. But I couldn't find the elephant's head.
I walked into another room, which was like a mix between a living room and a Mexican restaurant. Two women sat on stools and behind a cash register counter. I asked the women if they knew where the elephant's head was. They didn't answer, but they were nice to me.
One of the women was round and fat. She was probably Mexican. The other woman was pale-skinned and thin. She wore a white tank top and a long, dark blue skirt. She was faced away from me, toward the wall. I walked up to the second woman. Now it was like I knew her. I was cuddling up to her. She was somewhat indifferent to me.
There were now more people around, like we were at a party. Time had worn on, and the girl and I now decided we would go home with each other. "Going home" just meant going down the hall and to a bedroom.
As we "went home," the woman became a skinny, pale, white man with long, straight-up, pale blonde hair. But I still thought he was a woman.I was thinking about how "she" would have sex with me. I knew "she" would penetrate me. I was trying to figure out how that could be.
We were in the bedroom. "She" stood behind a set of shelves and drawers. Suddenly I realized "she" was a man. I was trying to think of a polite way to tell him that I couldn't have sex with him.
I now sat at a desk, "typing" on a keyboard that looked more like a phone keypad. I was somewhere like a living room in a low-income house. To my left was a doorway to a room like a kitchen, where a job interview may have been being held. The person interviewed may have been my girlfriend H.
I put on some music, probably something by KT Turstall. I could tell the interviewer was British. I thought it would be impressive of me to play music by a British person.
The interview finished. H walked out and away. The interviewer walked out. I couldn't see the interviewer, but I think she was beautiful. She might have been standing behind me. I told her that I thought H was really good. The interviewer said, "Yes. He is."
I said, "He? Isn't H a woman?"
The interviewer smirked and said, "Oh, sure. A 'woman.' But you can tell right away she's really a man, right? I could. But I stayed polite during the whole interview and called him a her."
I was very confused. I had no idea what to do now that I knew H was a man.
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