Dream, Friday Morning

Who was that woman?
I don't know, it was just a dream.
Well, I think it might have been Toni,
but then it could have been an amalgram
of all the women I was attracted to
who were not drawn to me.
I don't know. It was a dream.
So, anyway, I was living in an all-male dorm
that was like one long open lodge
(come to think of it, I believe I've dreamed this lodge before).
The beds were lined up length-wise along the wall
on each side of this long open space.
I remember the bed next to mine, at the head,
had a radio placed in the window-sill
and the man liked to play music softly, all night long.
And Toni - and we'll call her Toni
because it just seems rude to keep calling her
'this woman' —
Toni wanted to sleep with the man
across from me and up one
(if you know what I mean).
She swore me in as an accomplice —
though how we were going to keep a woman a secret
in an all-male dorm is a mystery
which could only survive dream logic.
So, I was getting ready for bed,
I mean, I was just taking off my pants
(discretely, because ladies were present)
when she came right up to me
and asked if I had pajamas I would loan her.
Not sure what happened next —
guess I loaned her something,
maybe an old shirt and some pajama bottoms,
because then she curled up next to the other man,
you know, the guy sleep one up and across from me.
I don't suppose they screwed or anything —
seems like the alarm went off about at this point —
but I do remember the radio
playing music all night long.

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Just a bit of dream journaling, in a semi-poetic format.