Kalico: Bedroom, Thursday morning
Groggy this morning, but making note of dreams before I forget.
Seems as if I had a lot more dreams than usual last night. Most of them having something to do with me being naked in a dream situation. The thing is, I made a point of sleeping in some nice cotton pajamas. Nothing under the pajamas, but still, wasn't sleeping naked. Probably the general theme was mental residue from my little chat with Granny Johnson last night.
DREAM – A: The Naked Curtsy.
I dreamed I was learning to curtsy for Granny and other old ladies. Granny was my main tutor, but others gave me their opinions. Mrs. Decker, the English teacher, for example. And some not so old ladies, Mom for example, and David's Ma. I had to do it just right to please them.
"Show us you're growing out of your tomboy phase," dream-Mom kept saying. "It's a nice way for a young lady to show respect. Graceful now! Extend one foot and bend your knees, that's all there is to it."
For some reason it seemed important to impress David's Ma that I am feminine enough for her son, but not so feminine as to seem the aggressive female seeking to lead the young man astray.
Again and again, I kept showing up at the parlor door naked, like I had in reality for the chat with Granny. I kept having to repeat my curtsys until I got it right. Then, curtsy some more, always naked of course, until it became second nature to me.
In my dream I kept trying to protest about having to curtsy naked. "That's all right, sweetie," dream-Mom said. "This way everyone can tell you are a girl. The way you usually dress, there's always some doubt."
It was all right for a kinky dream, but I sure hope this never manifests in real life.
DREAM – B: Hypnosis Summer Camp from five years ago
Never mind the details of that camp, it's all a jumble of emotions for me. I had wanted Hypno the Horrible to give me a very thorough hypnotizing, just for the thrill of it. I'm not sure what he did, because the memories are all mixed together.
DREAM – C: Granny and the Memory Maker Magnet
The dream was of that exact moment when Granny had explained how my fingers and nose might begin to feel like magnets, and suddenly my pointer finger went Thunk against my nose just like the little metal magnets do against the refrigerator door.
Another loop of a dream. Again and again, my finger stuck to my nose. It kept happening between other dreams all night long, it seemed.
"Practice this and you will remember to do the right things the right way, even if you forgot," dream-Granny kept saying.
"Yeah, like what for example?" my dream-self challenged her.
"Your curtsy, for example," Granny said. Back to that again, I shut up, and my finger went thunk against my nose. Again.
DREAM – D: Blossom the Naked Fairy Princess
Naturally, Blossom turned up to take her turn at supervising my naked curtsy lessons. She talked about other stuff involving naked events, too, but I don't remember what, exactly. Maybe Blossom talked about how much fun it will be when I finally come face to face with a boy while I am naked. Blossom scares me sometimes. She carries on as if we are life-long friends, but she only showed up in my dreams just this week.
DREAM – E: The Professor's Cookie Dough Experiment
All right, I had been trying to forget that experience. The naked link is obvious; I had been undressed when Mr. Coltwright and I had borrowed the Homemaking Classroom to bake some cookies. This dream reminds me I must ask him some questions about that odd cooking lesson.
DREAM – F: Full Moon, Coyotes Howling, Wallflower Strolling Naked
Oh, it wasn't exactly all a dream. Coyotes really were howling not far from the farmhouse; they woke me up. It is a full moon; I can see a fair amount of light outside. Wallflower was talking about some silly thrill she wants on the way to volleyball practice. That's why we are starting earlier than normal. And "normal" departure time is plenty early, too.
All these Naked dreams from the last several nights are probably a result of overactive hormones during my era of pubescense. Some of the sex education books I've read (not that I am admitting that I have read any sex education books) have mentioned the possibility of hormones going amok.
However, I don't recall ever noticing a sex hormone being active in my life or physical development. (Take that as a subtle comment about my lack of development in the chest area.) I wonder if there's someone I can sue for malpractice about that. If you buy a plant in a flower pot and the plant does not grow, you can take it back to the store for exchange or refund. How would that work for exchanging flat breasts? Ah, puberty is such a joyous phase of life.
DREAM – G That picture of David on top of Granny Johnson's piano.
That picture sure would look nice on the bureau in my bedroom. What did Granny mean when she said David stole a picture of me right from that very place on the piano? She probably put it there for David to notice. Does she expect me to steal a picture? Was she telling me to steal something?
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Kalico 2: Hypnotized & Naked in Hope Springs
General FictionFurther adventures of Kalico Johnson and her friends.
