Vacation

From the age of 12 to about 15, I kept a journal that was divided into two parts: day dreams and night dreams. Reading through the entries over the past couple of days has been a great amusement. Oh the pain and agony of being 12! Below is an entry written when I was 13 in the night dream section, recounting a dream I titled "Vacation". I trained myself to remember the meticulous details of my dreams, which I would record each morning. Inside the jacket of the journal I wrote in cursive, These dreams are but mere and vague images. I suppose that was a sort of disclaimer. I can't remember my dreams anymore.

"Vacation"

Melanie and I went on this vacation. We had these kinky escapades at the airport. We met up with this guy, I guess we knew him. We progressed onward until we got to the horrid destiny. This "guy" was a familiar friend of mine, Joel. He met up with his friend at the destination. There was a long row of suites, although Melanie and I had to stay in this wretched flat in the middle of a ghetto. The people were crazed like being in a war zone. In one instance a lady intruded into everyone's flat and said, "If anyone moves, I will shoot all you motherfuckers". I quickly piled tons of blankets upon me. I was petrified. I heard murmurs and gun shots. Thankfully the psycho didn't see me. Melanie had gone to visit the "guy" who vacationed in the luxurious suite outside of the ghetto. I decided I would go the following morning. Morning came and I went to knock on the door. For some reason I ran away as a vague person appeared. I was then greeted by the "guy". The apt. was gorgeous. His space was upstairs. I remember red and yellow satin sheets. I sat down and heard the obnoxious voice of Zach who was downstairs. The guy explained how he despised Zach. Zach was always fucking girls. The "guy" could hear everything. The rest of the dream is lost in memory.