Who is Sera
3-24-1999
A few nights ago, I dreamt that I rode up to a particular house on a hill, in a court, in front of a large field, that I'd been to a few times before. In the past, however, I'd approached the house from the backside on a bicycle. This time is was from the driveway on my motorcycle. As usual, there was noone around, though it wasn't my house and I always feel like I'm trespassing there. Beyond the house is a trail that leads through a vast field, leading to a street in my childhood subdivision.
I also found myself strolling down a deserted street, grown in with grass all over, the houses and yards (where there wasn't just an empty overgrown lot) in similar condition. This time I was with a faceless companion girl who never entered my sight, but who I knew was always there. We entered one home, and an old man confronted us, as if we were trespassing. Going back out onto the street, looking toward a highway, there are no cars travelling on it, even though the highway is in perfect condition. It's even daytime out in these dreams, oddly enough, but the world seems more lifeless in the daytime in my dreams than it does at night. Peaceful, yet lonely. Mmm, tranquil.
But last night's dream left me really sad. It was one of those dreams where everything just seemed to be "right", I was content, and life was simple. Two people and myself came into contact with three girls who were travelling in a motor home or something. There was an immediate sense of attracted and familiarity, and we all just kind of clicked. Unlike typical dreams as of late, there was no sex or even making out, just comfortable kissing and togetherness. At one point my parents arrived and I tried to act all cool about it, but the girl came in from the side and started kissing all over my face. My dad gave his stupid shit-eating grin and left us alone. Throughout the dream my two pals and I kept going back and forth from these girls, just to spend time with them, until one day I went over there and didn't see my chick. I asked, "Where is Sera?" to which the other girl said, "Sera is the girl you've been together with, your girlfriend. She's left. It's over," as if I'd also said, "Who is Sera?" This hurt me pretty badly. I managed to catch her again as she walked away, but we were distant now. I was crushed and went back to some apartment, where I was apparently living with a girl named "Jill," who I suddenly had a connection with as well. We were preparing for a party, and all my friends seemed to think that Jill and I were going to get it on, even referring me to people who'd supposedly done it with her before so that I could get tips on how she liked it best. I denied all these accusations before I woke up.
posted by Phlegm at 11/24/2003
