Dream of: 12 August 2008 "Locked Out"

I was in an airport. I headed for a line where I previously stood for several days, waiting for a plane. Along with the others in line, I would leave at night and return the next day to again stand in line. I wasn't getting much closer to the front of the line because the pilot (in charge of boarding) was allowing new arrivals at the end of the line to board before those people standing at the front of the line. Thus the others and I who were already in line had to wait while the new arrivals were quickly boarded. I was determined to say something today to the pilot about the unfairness of the boarding procedure.

When I reached the line to again take my place, I noticed Boley (a former female law student with whom I had attended law school in the early 1980s) standing in line. I hadn't seen Boley in a long time. I called to her and she walked up to me. Only about 25 years old, she was gorgeous. I knew that she had married Herrera (another former fellow law student) after law school and that she had settled down in Dallas to practice law. Provocatively attired, she was wearing a skimpy pink dress which barely covered her breasts. I could hardly believe how sexy she looked.

When I spoke with her about the inequitable situation with the line and about my intention to speak with the pilot, she agreed with me one hundred percent. I had trouble concentrating on the problem with the line, however, because I was so awed by Boley's appearance. I even had the feeling she might be willing to get together with me. As we talked, our faces were so close, we were almost touching. I mentioned her husband, Herrera, and I looked back through the line for him. When I didn't see him, I suddenly had the feeling she and Herrera had divorced. Still, I hesitated to suggest that she and I have more than friendly contact. I thought maybe I should simply try to remain friends with her, especially since I needed a friend in Dallas because I was thinking of returning there. She was so ravishing, however, I was unsure what to do.

When a tall slender woman (also about 25 years old) stepped through a door into a room right beside us, I realized the other woman was wearing hardly any clothes. She likewise was beautiful. Right in front of me, without shutting the door, the woman lay down on a bed. Although I couldn't see the woman's pubic area, I realized she was now completely naked. Boley (who also realized the woman was naked) and I stood staring at the woman who (still lying on the bed) kicked the door shut.

Once the door was closed, I began hearing a voice which seemed to be moaning, "Please, please, please ...". As the volume of the voice became louder and louder, I realized the voice was Michelle's and I suddenly recalled I had purposely and spitefully locked Michelle out of this area. Now Michelle was outside trying to get in and I suddenly felt very remorseful about having locked her out.