Another Dream

walking somewhere, some guy comes up to me says hi, i say he’s cute, he says i know, I say something like, “oh, and modest too!” and he laughs.

then i’m on a bicycle. but there are some stairs and i have to get off and carry it up. that guy is walking with me but he doesn’t have a bicycle.

then we go into my first car, which is a 80-something red tercel, but i am sitting in the passanger side, with that guy i met earlier in the driver’s seat when some of this guy’s friends come up, the car changes into some sort of black SUV-thing. One of his friends has a problem, his girlfriend has put some sort of glue-tape on his pubic hair, he says. He wants advice but no one knows what to do, so i start asking about what sort of glue (apparently “elmer’s”) and tell him that it should probably come off ok but he will have to cut off some of his pubic hair. so that catastrophe is avoided, they seem very relieved.

(The concept of glue-tape is not foreign to anyone, as if it were something normal, it was like non-sticky tape that you had to apply the glue to yourself.)

someone gets in the car, in the front seat, and i am in the back, but there’s not really any seat there anymore, it’s more like a room now. he talks about different things, then starts sucking on a mary figurine he finds in my car, i say he can have it. he seems happy with that, the guy leaves and we talk some.