Tuesday, February 18, 2014

I Need to Talk to You

Ryan was over and we had decided we would date. We were. Cuddling and he actually seemed into it. It was obvious I liked him way more than henliked me and we even discussed that.

My parents came home and somehow missed he was there. Him and I just hung out and played guitar and watched TV. We talked about some serious things but I can't remember what it was. I think it was me wanting more definition to what we were. Were we really boyfriend and girlfriend or did he just say that?

When I got up to go to the bathroom I found I'd started my period. Flustered I tried go rethink the night bc ryan and I were planning a honeymoon of sorts. I knew the week would be ruined bc of my aunt flo.

I started rethinking it and realized I was his second choice. Another girl was who he loved. We talked about that and he went to bed. I went to bed later hoping to talk in the morning. But he didn't want to have to talk to my parents so he tried to be unnoticed. He succeeded and left the next morning. I knew where he'd be so I decided I'd try and follow him.

But as I slept a little more, I had a dream Michelle and I ran into each other. She didn't look angry or saddened. She looked at me and cheerfully repeated words I'd apparently said to her, "get a full body massage, a hair job, and shoes!" And she proceeded to tell me she had done all of this.

When I woke up(in my dream), I was weird out by what Michelle had said, but got up anyway. I went into the living room and noticed two cats instead of one. The extra cat was Ryan. He hasn't actually left yet. I tried to tell him in his cat form that I needed to talk to him. I dont know what I needed to talk with him about but it was important. I was afraid he'd leave me before I could talk to him. Somehow I thought talking to him would keep him mine. I dont know that I even had anything to say...

I finally ended up going to the hotel I'd knew he'd be at at some point. It was a large spring thing. There was a deep spring in the middle and caves that were lining the walls 50 stories up. Kids were jumping off the edges info the water and families were enjoying the sun that peak in at the opening at the top.

I saw ryan and started to asl that we talk now but my old boss Allyson stopped me and started chatting with me. Then Michelle walked in and repeated my dream. She cheerfully said, "get a full body massage, a hair job, and shoes! I got a massage, I've gotten 3 hair jobs, and look at these boots!" It was verbatim what I'd dreamt. I didn't know what to say and ryan was fading, about to leave. I told her I was happy she was doing well. I explained about the hotel and how I had stayed somewhere nearby once and would like to stay at this one, trying to hint to ryan about our "honeymoon."

He had left again and I went back to my house where Allyson was again and cat-form ryan was. His guitar was also there so I didn't know how long he planned to stay. At some point he changed into a human again and was introduced as my friend to my parents.  He got up and was ready to leave but I wanted to tell him about the dream and Michelle.

He got in his truck and proceeded to get ready to leave. I was trying to act nonchalant and get into my parents new mustang and just pull up next to him, but I had lots of trouble driving the car. His friend was in his truck with ryan and they kind of laughed. He was relaxed which was strange and dangerous to me.

At some point a bunch of his friends showed up and were just goofing off in my driveway. Thats when he came to me and invited me to hang out with them around the corner st s friends house. I was delighted but didn't want him to know so I said yes then no and then yes again.

We started to drive over there but I kept forgetting my guitar. Finally we got there and when I got inside it was like a backstage to a play. Costumes everywhere and a sea of mattresses on the floor and on frames everywhere.

I went into.the front area and caught ppl taking pictures with the Chippendale strippers that had apparently just preformed. I considers taking a picture with them, but I was too insecure how the pic would look bc of my overweightness. I considered getting them to sign my guitar but didn't want to impose.

When I walked back with my friend into the back room, the photographer made certain we didn't want pictures and gave us backhanded compliments.

When I got to where the mattresses were I was ready to sleep bc I knew I had a big performance coming up..I was about yo go to war of some sort. Ryan was no where to be found and this little girl was insisting I sleep with her. I didn't want to because I knew I would literally die the next day if I didn't sleep well. No one knew where ryan was but we all knew he could help.

The girl and I went upstairs to sleep but her crazy caretaker was an old witch and didnt want to let us do whatever. She dressed us up and tried to take pictures of us.

Finally I'd had enough and pushed her away. She got angry and said I'd never leave. I knew she could only be killed by choking her or stabbing her. So I tried to find the strength to kill her with a rope if I could find one because I was feeling very weak. 

we hid under a crib for a while until she left. Then I had friend come upstairs to ask why we weren't downstairs. We tried to tell them to be quiet but the witch got them. She put 3 in a box and sewed it shut very intricately and confusing. You didn't know if you could cut the string bc you might cut one of them.
The fourth friend went in a spinning box on the top of the sewn one and spun. We'd have to kill the witch to help them.

The girl and I tried to hurry and run down the stairs and barely avoided the witch. When we got downstairs ryan was pulling up in his jeep and no one else knew what was happening with the little girl and I. As soon as I saw ryan I sighed with relief knowing I could sleep well tonight and not die tomorrow.

Somehow his presence took care of the witch for the time being, and I didn't have to sleep with the little girl. I'd get my own comfortable bed.

Then my alarm went off....

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