I slept most of this weekend. But I still feel tired. Maybe its due to the crazy dreams. I had a lot of them this weekend. One right after the other. Id fall asleep. Wake up from a dream. Go back to sleep. Have another dream. etc.

My last dream is still pretty vivid. Its the recurring "deviant lesbian" dream. In the dream Im 15 years old. It happens here at the house. Im inside drying dishes. Theres a gardener outside. Hes pruning trees. One of them crashes though our roof. I go outside. The hole is huge. I hear someone calling for help.

Its a cute girl. Maybe 13 years old. Very petite. Very pretty. She wraps her arm around my waist. Clings to me. I know I shouldnt encourage her. Im two years older than the girl. Shes in middle school. Im in high school. Dating a middle schooler. Thats a big taboo. Being a lesbian middle school dater. That even a bigger taboo.

We are at the hospital. I want to get her alone. I want to make love to her. But these two other girls. My age. Around 15 or 16 years old. They come crashing into us. Theyre cheerleaders. Wearing cute cheerleading outfits. Skating around on rollerblades. They think Im a doctor. They turn around. Lift up their skirts. They each have a carrot up their butt. Sticking halfway out. They cant pull it free. Its stuck. They beg me to help.

Im torn. Whom do I choose? Hot innocent babe? Or hot naughty cheerleaders? Its tearing me apart. But I take too long to decide. Hospital security chases me. Im back at home on the roof. Running up and down the gables. I end up on a chinese restaurant. Some guy comes out with a sword. He wants to fight me. Thats when I woke up.

Angie called yesterday morning. She had a lot of questions. Where was I? Why did I leave? Was I ok? I didnt want any drama. So I lied. I told her I had to leave quickly. It was a minor family emergency. But its all fixed now. She seemed to buy that. I didnt tell her about the pain. I figure whats the use. She starts at her new job tomorrow. We probably wont ever see each other again.