[Dream] Don't worry about Rufus
Jan. 11th, 2013 09:20 amI was on a cruise through some lake lands on a paddle wheel boat like those that traveled the Nile 80 years ago. My parents were on board but I did not see them. Brenna appeared fleetingly. Rufus Wainwright and his husband were among the passengers. Daily activities involved a lot of crafts and party games. Green was the prevalent colour of the dream, but in one incident I stood talking with someone beside a large, bright-orange tractor trailer.
Rufus kept ignoring me in the way that some gay men with issues will ignore other gay men simply because there are other people around. I finally got fed up and left the cruise, traveling on my own for a while. Then I received a letter from Brenna. The sun was glaring off the page and I couldn't see the words but heard her voice in my head saying, "Don't worry about Rufus. His partner is really nice."
I returned to the cruise. We spent a day playing on a steep grassy hillside. People were giving craft workshops. Rufus gave a class in acting.
I met his partner on a stairway as I was coming down the hillside and he was going up. He stopped to chat. He did not flirt, but we were conscious of chemistry between us. He did not look like Rufus's real-life husband but was small, breezy and debonair. He wore a mottled green pork pie hat and a pale moss green silk shirt. He invited me to do something with him and Rufus at a later date. Brenna was right: he was really nice.
Rufus kept ignoring me in the way that some gay men with issues will ignore other gay men simply because there are other people around. I finally got fed up and left the cruise, traveling on my own for a while. Then I received a letter from Brenna. The sun was glaring off the page and I couldn't see the words but heard her voice in my head saying, "Don't worry about Rufus. His partner is really nice."
I returned to the cruise. We spent a day playing on a steep grassy hillside. People were giving craft workshops. Rufus gave a class in acting.
I met his partner on a stairway as I was coming down the hillside and he was going up. He stopped to chat. He did not flirt, but we were conscious of chemistry between us. He did not look like Rufus's real-life husband but was small, breezy and debonair. He wore a mottled green pork pie hat and a pale moss green silk shirt. He invited me to do something with him and Rufus at a later date. Brenna was right: he was really nice.
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Date: 2013-01-13 08:30 pm (UTC)The description of the dream itself is nice. Green isn't a favourite colour, but reading of the different greens throughout was nice.
Also, the description of the flirty non-flirting.
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Date: 2013-01-14 05:26 pm (UTC)