The Nanny.

I’m working as a nanny on New York. And I’m having an affair with the man of the house, even though he is married, and I live under the same roof as him and his wife. One day, a new nanny is hired to work in the evenings, when I have time off.

The new nanny is Amanda Palmer.

Before long, Amanda is sleeping with the husband as well. I’ve been spying on them, and know what trick she used to seduce him the very first time. Peeking through an almost-shut door, I saw her strip naked with no preliminaries, turning to the wall while arching her back and opening her legs. She was looking at him over her shoulder, asking him to come and take her. Just like that. So simple. So shameless. I’m furious, thinking what a cheap slut she is, offering herself up like that, taking what is mine.

I do not spare a thought to consider that I myself am acting in a way I should in no way be proud of, and that Amanda has taken from me no more than I have taken from this mans wife.

It also does not cross my mind that I might be jealous of the way she so directly goes for what she wants, with no shame or apologies. And how effective it is.
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I wake up thinking I ought to take more chances, and not being so scared of people thinking badly of me if I ask for what I want. 

New York.

I’m on a ferry going nobody knows where.

I’ve packed my things, taking good care to bring all the clothes and books I’m most fond of, along with a few small reminders of people and places I care about back home.

I’m travelling in a crowd of young people all around my own age, and the general feeling is that of a 6^th grade going on a school trip. Everybody’s mainly happy and excited, but there’s also a touch of unrestrained flirting amongst singles and part of couples alike, leading to drama and bickering.

I myself have already had sex with the young man sharing my cabin, which was lovely but meant nothing emotionally. It merely satisfied a craving.

As days have passed and the ferry not yet reached it’s destination, we begin to worry a bit about where we’re going, especially as the temperature has dropped to nearly freezing point, and no one has been warned about this, and so haven’t packed suitable clothes for such weather. I rifle through my suitcase and end up putting on 3 pairs of tights underneath my shorts.
Some of us have gone to the bridge to spy, and saw the captain studying a map with a clearly marked route going to Antarctica, which none of us are happy about, as we’ve been so unprepared.
Worries prove unfounded though, as the next day, the ferry has docked in the harbour of New York!
There’s a happy, playful mood amongst everyone as we walk ashore.
The party soon breaks up, as not all of us wants to go in the same direction. Nothing has been planned, and nobody seems to be in charge, so everyone can do whatever they want.

Along with a couple of the others, we decide to rent bikes, so we can get around faster, and see more of the city. As we mount and begin cycling, we quickly come to a steep downwards hill, continuing further than we can see. We begin freewheeling, and suddenly it strikes me: ‘Do you realize where we’re going?’ I ask the girl riding next to me, and before she answers, I happily shout ‘We’re going downtown! Downtown New York!’ We quickly come up with a call and response song, where one person sings ‘Are we going to London?’ and the others sing back NO! We’re going doooowntoooown New Yooooork, doooowntooown’, then another asks ‘Are we going to Paris?’ the rest replies, etc etc. The wind is in our hair as we move faster down the hill, we are happy and exuberant.

When we reach ‘downtown’, we leave our bikes and continue on foot. After a few minutes we reach a square where an ensemble consisting only of double basses plays the most beautiful tunes. I run back to the ones who have dawdled behind to grab my friend Henrik, himself a professional double bass player of many years, and pull him to the front, telling him ‘You’re gonna love this!’ And it is indeed beautiful. Around 10 double basses playing the most gorgeous melodies, deep and humming, each of them taking turns to do a solo bit on top of the rest. I listen in awe, and regret I’ve never taken the time to master an instrument.

As night begins to fall, I am no longer with my friends. I know I must figure out how I wish to spend my time here.
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I wake up totally bored with my life, longing to travel and experience new things.
 

Introduction to the dreamblog.

Welcome to my brand new blog of dreams!

Dreaming is what I do best, and I by far prefer my dreamworld to my awake life.

Everything is so much more exciting and surprising, and emotions are so much stronger.
Although there is hurt, hatred and unfairness to a degree rarely experienced when awake, there is also intense love and beauty in measures that doesn't even compare.

A note on my descriptions:
I try as much as possible to keep my dreamstories sharp and to the point, avoiding the whole boring 'it was like, I was there, but then I wasn't really there, and then, there was this thing all around, you know, like a feeling of something, only it wasn't really a feeling, but more like...' and blah -blah - blah.
If something is different in my dreams than it is in real life, ie, if I dream I have a sister who is not my real sister from the awake world, or about a friend who is lovely IRL but really mean in the dream, I will mention it in a footnote. (This is mainly for the benefit of those who know me, so they don't get the dreamstory confused by characters and situations from the awake world.)

I have changes the names of the people I know making apperances in my dreams. This is for the sake of their privacy, (as they haven't asked to be a part of this), but often they'll probably be able to recognise themselves.

I will try to update this blog at least once every week, but if the dreams are too boring, too vague/confusing or if they escape me before I find the time to write, I'll give it a miss.

My dreams are often of a very sexual nature, but I will tone it down where I judge it to be too explicit.

Occasionally I will post dreams from my mental archive, which includes dreams dating back to when I was a kid.

You're very welcome to comment if you have any suggestions of how the dream could be interpreted, if you want to share one of your own dreams, or anything at all really.

Let the adventures begin!

Kat.

Ps, as English is not my first language, I apologise in advance for any expressions or spelling I get wrong.