Chiomara

Dreamed I was walking through the neighborhood my childhood friend used to live in. I always dream of this neighborhood; usually they're nightmares. I saw Keith there-- the older brother of said friend. He was terrible to us as children-- sadistic, even. But now, he was gentle and kind. His head was shaved, he was very pale and he flew around, talking about his father. He explained that his father had molested him regularly. I told him that I knew, though I hadn't known then. We felt linked now, for some reason, and he followed me as I continued walking toward an empty lot. A boy who looked quite familiar was there; he explained he was a sort of a part of Francisco (an ex of mine), or a part of his psyche rather. He looked like a younger version of him. He spoke slowly and smiled often; he explained various things I had been vexed about regarding the dissolution of our relationship and his radio silence. I then had to leave. I ended up in a classroom; there was a male professor there, in his 30s perhaps, and after class he gave me a pornographic video of himself. Not a terribly exciting dream I suppose.