Sunday, September 20, 2009

Coffee Dreams

Last night I dreamed of a coffee house here in MT. It was hidden up in the woods, slightly out of town. It was a Lesbian coffee house/co-op place. I went there, shyly with great trepidation. I opened the rusty doors, old wooden rusty doors, and entered smelling that heady smell of strong coffee, sagey incense, and woman smells. I felt like I had come home. I sat down on a worn couch, and looked around, it was full of both women and men, all queer, all talking. I just watched, and soaked it in. It was dark, and warm. I met a woman and made love to her in the seat of a big old truck. It was such a strange odd dream. I'm not sure what it means, but I'm still feeling that dreamtime hangover I get so often with dreams such as these.

M

3 comments:

MakingSpace said...

Beautiful dream! The way you recounted it made me feel like I was there.

Funny, I thought at first this was a post about you opening a coffee house...

Camlin said...

Often our dreams take us where we want to go. I hope you find the safe, open space you're looking for.

CJ said...

I love dreams like that...they don't need to make sense because they just make you feel good!