I remembered what I dreamed last night in the bathroom. My brother broke up with his girl-friend Jamie, so I got together with her.
It was kinda like saving her for him till he came to his senses. I wouldn’t kiss her on the mouth, which caused friction in the relationship, but other than that, it wasn’t too bad. We did a lot of rock-climbing, and she was always talking on this old fashioned, rust colored telephone with a grin on her face. It was kind of nice.
I don’t remember experiencing it in the dream, but it was tacitly understood that the sex was good. There was a whole part that seemed to go on forever where I was examining fruit to put in a blender: Plums. Cherries. More plums. Maybe a pear?
There. That’s enough fodder for a legion of freudian psychoanalysts.