Dream of: 12 May 1992 "Write The Truth"
Steve Weinstein and I were having a discussion about writing. He didn't seem to understand why I was writing my dreams. I also noticed he seemed to have lost his direction in what he was trying to do with his life. I had the feeling he also needed to be writing, and finally I told him he just needed to write the truth. To emphasize the thought, several times I said, "Write the truth."
I knew writing the truth was important to me when I wrote my dreams. I wasn't telling him that he needed to write his dreams, but that in whatever he wrote he needed to adhere to the truth. His problem seemed to be that he hadn't yet figured that out. I couldn't tell whether he understood what I meant, because he rose and left the room.
In the middle of the room was a white square pillar with each side about a half meter wide. I went to the pillar and began climbing it until I reached the top, from where I could look out over the entire room, which seemed in disarray. Once I reached the top, I tried to sit on it, but the top was slanted so it was very difficult for me to remain in place.
Looking down in the room, I noticed Eloise LaGrone sitting there. She was quite attractive. We began talking to each other about my coming down from the pillar. I told her I would come down if she would have sex with me. She agreed she would. I placed my left hand on top of the pillar and slung myself down to the ground. I was amazed at how easily I was able to drop to the ground.
However, when I reached the ground, I was disappointed to discover Eloise had left. I walked over to a bathroom and looked inside. There, sitting on the commode, I saw senator John Tower. I walked into the bathroom with the thought of sex still in my mind. It now seemed senator Tower had proposed having sex with me. It also seemed one of us was a woman, although it wasn't clear to me whether he was the woman or I was the woman.
I walked over to Tower, who was clearly overweight and seemed thoroughly debauched and decadent. I began trying to feel his breasts to see if they were those of a woman or a man. At the same time, I began wondering what it would be like if I were a woman with sagging breasts, and if he were to start sucking on my sagging breasts. Although my thoughts disgusted me, something still seemed to be drawing me to them.
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