8 46 am edt   [ in my mind again ]

Last night I dreamt about David. It has been a long time since he has crossed my mind.

In my dream I sought him out. I walked right into his place (the front door was open) and thought he wasn't home until I heard snoring emitting from under the mound of sheets and blankets on his bed.

This was when I noticed that the skin on his penis was peeling off, no doubt from over-use. I cringed at the thought. I headed out the way I came in, but his ears must have been attuned to the soft step of female feet on his carpet. By the time I made it to my mom's car, which I had apparently been driving and had parket far down the street, he caught up to me, barefoot and wrapped loosely in a white sheet, but not drawing any real attention from others. We said brief "hello"'s. It was friendly in the way I always wish our reunions were.

I learned that he was starring in a tasteful, artsy, somewhat-mainstream porn film that would eventually bring him fame or at least the blushing approach of school girls asking demurely, "Aren't you the guy from ...?" People from the film began walking by and swept him away to the set. Only a moment later, the director came by who turned out to be a friend of mine [he was a tall, gorgeous black man who I've never seen in real life]. He gave me a flower from the large bunch he was holding and kissed me on the cheek, appologizing that he had to run. The top half of the flower, laden with small redish-pink blooms, broke off, but the man didn't notice, so he ended up giving me just a stem. I bent down to pick up the flowers and deposit them into the glass vase full of water I now conveniently had in my hand when the man reappeared. He said something else to me and again ran off.

A short while later, David, my tall friend, and I were on a boat together. Something happened which I no longer remember and then we were all on the news because there was an investigation that the boat had been sabotaged.

That's all I remember. I haven't been on a boat in years but we were talking about them last night. I still don't know how David crept into my head. He was always sneaky like that.