Dream Journal, David Om

16 July: I dreamed I was in a large gym. Many of us were there for the duration. For what, I do not know. I looked in one of the mirrors and most of my pubic hair was gone, worn off. I went, oh? The lice medicine must’ve done it. No, it was from my jeans that pinch me. I was horrified, one thick, brittle black hair came off in my hand. Would it grow back? Was this my biggest fear? Yuck.

Day One of my period gives me such weird dreams. Nightmare journal.

Last night I went over to David Om‘s house. My fax is indeed dead, but the modem still works. We went hot tubbing but it was greasy. He gave me a massage that involved my stomach and gut. That always makes me uneasy. I don’t like anyone touching my stomach. 

Then he eventually squeezed my breast, which made me angry. Yes it’s a massage and nothing ever happens, but I still get angry when he trespasses, even in the name of massage because I have zero sexual attraction for him. In fact, I am sexually repulsed by him. I like him for his brilliant mind. Much more sexy.

Also, it didn’t help that he had some lice shampoo on his toilet tank top. Gross. And sexual items by the bed. I have no interest, therein lies the rub, because he does have an interest in me.

I thoroughly scrubbed and showered when I got home. There was oil residue on my hair, making it appear gray and was laden with massage oil. Disgusting.

Also, his kitchen is a mess. We had a meal. Rice and veggies—but everything was so dirty. I felt uncomfortable, I feared for the health of my stomach, so I tried not to see anything. The image left a bad taste in my mouth. Hence the weird dreams. And my period. I had such bad cramps during the night which didn’t help matters any.