By Michael (not angry all the time)
Date: 30 June 2000

Reading is fundamental

You ever experience Deja Vu? I have. Everytime something important in my life happens I feel like I'm feeling it "again". It's like I've already died and my life is flashing before my eyes but I don't know it's already over.

I got this strong "premonition" or dream that felt like Deja Vu but it hasn't happened yet. I don't know if it will. I had it when I was seventeen and was in love with a blonde. That's why I remember it. It didn't fit.

I'm laying on a green couch. We didn't have green couches then. She's got her head on my chest. I'm reading my book and she's reading hers. We've been like this for an hour and a half. She's absently rubbing me. I'm absently running my right hand through her hair. It's a little longer than shoulder length. Brownish (I'm not good with color). Shoulder length. Some of it is tickling my nose. I love the smell, even though it doesn't come through in the premonition. The couch is in front of the fireplace, where a warm fire is burning. I didn't understand why there's was a fireplace in dream because fireplaces barely make sense in Oklahoma. And they make no sense in Texas. She switches postitions and suddenly we're spooning and each of us has our book in our right hand. She's fondling me with her left hand. I find myself reading the same page for half an hour. She's suddenly smiling at me even though I can't see her face, only the back of her head. I can read it though in the way she's laying. She's leaning back into me more as she's playing with my errection. And she's actually turning pages. I know she's actually reading. I'm sort of jealous at that ability to concentrate. After 45 minutes of this I pick her up and carry her into the bedroom. She's laughing the whole way about being able to steer me so easily. Pajamas tear easily.
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