Woke up and wrote this all down before I forgot because I think it’s a little special.
Boyfriend dream
I was in a relationship with my dashing friend Owen. We also were on tour with the Vancouver Queer Film Festival, on their tour bus as they drove across the country (which they don’t do, of course). At one stop, the QFF set up some promotional stuff in this town, including Owen’s contribution: a bright pink, glittering diorama featuring him and another girl on stage. There was also some writing with the diorama explaining how super gay he was.
Owen’s mother was there, and he had not come out to his family yet. I found her staring at her son’s very loud diorama, and went over to her. I asked her about his singing and his songs. She kept asking me, “When?” which confused me, and when I tried to clarify, she only repeated the same question: “When?” I told her I hadn’t heard any of songs Owen had been writing, but that he had told me he was writing some songs last summer.
I walked off so she could absorb the news of son’s strange coming out. There were also two other younger kids there with her, presumably her other children.
I texted Owen to “come here” since his family was there. He didn’t respond. Instead, the next thing I knew, he was standing with his family and talking with his dad. It appeared they were arguing. I stood a little way off, watching, knowing this wasn’t my place. Both of us, and possibly everyone there, was dressed in black. I was dressed in my uniform from Fifth Avenue.
Owen came over and said I should properly meet them. He took my hand and confidently walks over to his family. I, on the other hand, am a nervous wreck. I look up at him, and his face is hard and determined, and I feel bad. I ask him if it’s really appropriate/too much that we’re holding hands especially since his dad just got the news and isn’t okay with it, and we let our hands fall.
Owen introduced me to his father, who glared at me. I knew he though I “corrupted” his son. My lip trembled from being so nervous. His dad said I was just a “sex hookup” and left. I yelled back as he was leaving that Owen and I hadn’t even had sex yet, and that we were still together because loved each other. I said goodbye to his family, and called his mother Alice (because we were totally bffs). I told Owen his mom was much nicer/understand than his dad, while Owen struggles to genuflect awkwardly and for seemingly no reason at all.
That’s it. I don’t actually know if Owen’s mom’s name is Alice but it would be freaky if it were. I texted him today and told him I had a dream with him in it but he didn’t respond. I’ll ask him about his mom later.
By the way, Owen has a girlfriend. Or so he says.
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