clumsy

there is some kind of competition taking place in a water park--i am walking across some small green hills to try to see better--the tree cover is oddly soothing--a man shoots out of a water slide and knocks me over--he apologizes and runs away.

after a bit of thinking--i know i am in an altered version of a park in which i spent most of my childhood years HILLCREST

there are ferns nudging their way onto bark covered walking paths--the trees seem to be healthier--there is a water complex with slides and an enormous swimming pool--a starter's pistol is heard at regular intervals--there is a two story brick building where the tennis courts used to be--i enter.

it is a kind of souvenir shop that carries school supplies and nonperishable groceries--walking along an aisle--i spot some paints i want--check pockets, no money--i decide to steal them--i am wearing baggy swim trunks with confusing zippered pockets, so every time i see a color i like--zip zip--i start to get nervous because i am dropping things and seeming to take lots of time in getting the right colors--i try to maintain an air of innocence--exiting the art supplies aisle-i see a screening room for some kind of educational video--all of the seats are taken and when i try to watch it standing up-an attendant escorts me out.

i am sweating as i walk toward the doors. my pockets are awkwardly bulging and it's painfully obvious that i'm a thief. one step from the door and a clerk yells/points. i naturally assume that i have been caught and start running(chase scene music starts playing in my head--something like the mission impossible theme)--at the exact moment i exit-there is a pack of runners going past the shop--i fall in and hope i chose effective camouflage.

after a few glances and just as many minutes--i know the yelling in the shop didn't concern me--i sit on a park bench and admire the paints--a familiar woman sits next to me and asks a series of inane questions--her body language tells me she is attracted to me--i invite her into the water park--thinking i could fuck her in the locker room--we walk slowly--i recognize this woman--i have known her at some point in my life--it is mind grating.

at the park entrance-we meet no resistance and she instinctively follows me into the men's lockers--i find a vacant corner and we sit on a bench--the removal of clothes is automatic--so is insertion/intercourse--i am not paying attention and i have finished--the entire time i was trying to place her identity in my personal history.

after i wake up i realize the girl in my dream is the girl i live with now-with slightly altered features