Smelling Like Chrome at the Mall (Part 3) – Mad Chaos: January 29, 1999

A Charity Visit at School

That’s pretty much the end of my first dream on Wednesday but now I must speak of my dream just today being Thursday. In this dream I dreamed I do not exactly remember how it began but I do remember that I had won a contest. The setting was (it seems) one of the science departments in Airds high school in the quadrangle but on the side closest to the oval, where I used to have my original science classes in year 8. This is the room where I had won a contest and I wasn’t sure how I won it or if I was even supposed to be at school.

The prize ended up being a charity on my behalf where I would walk to a couple of other rooms nearest to the class I was in. There were kids from year 2 in these classes that I was supposed to visit and I was supposed to be like the person they looked up to. It didn’t make much sense how there were classes for kids under 10 years old yet it was a high school. Regardless of that factor I headed out of the class with two kids from either class and we began to walk from door to door wondering what class to enter.

A Dream Classroom Visit

Making my way into a class full of very young kids I noticed the lights were somewhat dimmed and that the teacher was preparing to use a projector. Walking over to where everyone was sitting I realized the order of the seats. There were rows of four one-person tables going back the room in a disorderly fashion and there were two of these rows in one vertical line.

By this I mean that there were eight seats across where they were separated by a space to walk. That space is where I found myself a seat, where I sat near two guys and two girls. One of the girls looked much older than her age to be there but yet, she was one of them. To my eyes she looked to be at least 16 years old and instantly I was attracted to her.

As the teacher put up the projector she placed a piece of paper on the blackboard that was only a meter or two from my face. On this piece of laminated paper was some musical lyrics and as I started paying attention to this piece of paper I realized the teacher put on some music. As this was done and while thinking that the music’s lyrics weren’t even close to matching what the teacher had placed on the blackboard the girl that looked much older for the class made her way over to sit right next to me. This heightened my awareness as I took a little glance over my shoulder at her and smiled.

The Older Girl in the Dream

Soon she became a bit more forward with her lying her shoulders and head on one side of the tables, her legs on the other tables and her butt resting firmly on my lap. She didn’t show no hesitation and she wasn’t really afraid of doing what she done as she didn’t say a word but rather just went along and done it. I wasn’t complaining and the kids in the class weren’t paying attention to us at all nor did they when I entered the room.

Once she was finished laying across the tables and on my lap in the middle of them she hoisted herself up onto the right hand side tables. With elegance and no care about my thoughts or anyone else’s thoughts she lay there content. Taking this opportunity I also placed my feet upon the table and I don’t know exactly what position I assumed but I ended up placing my hand under her to show some affection or hugging her somehow.

There’s a contradiction right there in our styles. While she is straight to the point with her sitting on my dick and never subdued in her emotions I was more caring but more caring to my discretion, which I would have preferred to change.

This girl that was being so open and forward with me ended up leaving before the period ended, probably five minutes. I remember thinking in my dream that it would be a shame if she left early and how I would walk with her and talk with her on the way home if we left at the same time. Alas, that didn’t happen and as she left I was contemplating whether to also leave. I had seen her leaving as a contest to see if I would also get out of the class and follow her, court her. That didn’t end up happening.

Missing Bag and Sleepless Choices

As the bell finally rang and with that I walked to where the bags were only to find mine missing. When I entered the classroom I had this guy ask me if I knew a guy that had something in his bag of his but I knew nothing of it. It turns out that this same long blonde haired guy stole my bag, probably hoping his stuff would be in there. I remember how pissed off I was that my bag had been stolen because I had stuff in there that was important but that thought was pretty much the end of my dream.

Anyway, the time is now 8:36 a.m. and I’m contemplating whether or not to get to sleep now or to wait until I’ve handed in my form to do so. The dreaded walk to Campbelltown and back is my only deterrent in this sleepy state I am in but I know that if I went to sleep now I would not wake in time to hand in my form.

Curse my late night last night and curse me having to make a decision that will fuck me up either way. No sleep at all until later or little sleep where I will still be tired, you can’t win. Now I will leave this Diary but I hope that next I write here shall be of all my day’s activities in chronological balance.

Friday Night at Home

Friday 9:51 p.m.

Tonight, thankfully there isn’t much going on. Luckily, just like I am tired and don’t really want to head out to any pub or club Ralf is the same and Keith is working. Shawn is the only one keen on heading out for the night and he has been hassling Ralf for the whole day to head out to Ettamogah so maybe they will. Ralf has already given me a ring tonight around 9:00 p.m. Just waking up from his short nap he informed me of how Shawn was very enthusiastic to head out somewhere and Ralf was the opposite.

Nevertheless, Ralf told me he felt obligated to take out Shawn to stop his constant nagging. The call Ralf made to me was to see if I also wanted to come out but like I had said to Shawn earlier in the day, I didn’t feel up to anything energetic tonight. Shawn and Ralf might come over later in the night but that depends on if Ralf headed out in the first place and then if they feel like coming over.

Lyssa on the other hand is in party mode and at this moment she would probably be at Ettamogah Pub dancing away with Kieran, Penelope and the rest of them. Besides that, I have to recite Thursday’s events but before I begin a new sentence, new news. Keith just gave me a call that second and told me he would be coming over in an hour so we could bum around, now quickly to Thursday…

Thursday at Macarthur Square

Thursday began for me at 2:30 p.m. which is a tiny bit later than my usual waking up time. Not too long after being awake and having something to eat I received a call by Keith who wanted to head up to Macarthur Square. Seeing if I wanted to head up there with him I agreed and with that he was over my house soon after. My day of events started early for me but we can give that credit to the fact that Noah isn’t here anymore so Keith has nothing to do but be alone.

Whilst up at Macarthur Square we had no real agenda but to walk around and check out the shops. The girls up there were blossoming and virtually every girl that passed me deserved my immediate attention. Keith was surprised at my roaming eyes and my flirtatious thoughts as I kept tapping him and grunting at whoever walked into my sight that appeared to be beautiful.

Shirts and Roaming Eyes

“You’re bad” Keith once again noted and I give that credit to the neurotic disorder I have created for myself where the name I cannot remember. Walking into one of the common clothing stores I noticed a black bonds type shirt but it was slightly thicker and had white lining for the neck and sleeve ends. Suggesting that I try it on Keith also showed me a Hawaii shirt and picking out a blue one I also tried that on.

The black shirt I thought was very appealing which made me look slim, long in the waist and somewhat muscular. However, the Hawaii shirt made me look broad and that broad turned out to resemble a bulky person, for that reason I didn’t like it. That black shirt I am now thinking about buying with the next payment I receive from Centrelink. With any luck I won’t need money from Centrelink after a month, let’s hope.

Perfume and a Familiar Face

Making our way into the huge Harris Scarf store which was the old Grace Bros. store we made our way to the perfume section. There was a huge assortment of perfume and as Keith sprayed some on himself I tried different samples and tested what smelt nice on paper. There was this one perfume that was appealing to me and I didn’t remember it’s name until the end of our the day, the perfume was called ‘Chrome’.

Making my way to the bottom level where there were car speakers that Keith walked over to check out I bumped into Devon who is backyard neighbors with Johnnie. He was working on a piece of wood taking out the little round pieces of a table that hold the sliding parts. Yeah, it didn’t look that interesting but I didn’t tell him that when we started to chat. Devon informed me of how his girlfriend is set to have her baby in a month or two and I requested that he call me up when it has happened.

Let’s hope that no harm comes to the baby or the mother during birth as she is only young and she is fairer than most. Let’s also hope that if the baby is harmed Devon and his girlfriend who will soon be his wife learn from that experience where they will be given a new lease on life. Considering she isn’t even 18 years old yet and she is a skinny girl it would be harder to give birth but here I ask that none goes wrong to harm any.

Devon Says I Look Bigger

Devon also commented on how I looked like I had put on a bit of weight now and he was meaning it in a chubby fashion. That took me by surprise and deflated what I thought of my progress but I think he was being marginally sarcastic but realistic. I’m not huge but I like my size being larger than what it was. If you would see me on the street you would probably just think he’s a fit person who looks after himself but you wouldn’t go as far as to say I’m huge.

Devon also told me how he got some girls phone number about a month or two ago at work and considering he’s going to get married to the person that is having his baby, that’s a bit adulterated. Then again, men will always be men and you can’t stop young Devon from wanting to experience. Then again, considering the catch he has right now one wonders why he would even think of drifting off. Devon called over a girl that worked in Harris Scarf to inform me that she was pretty good looking. He was meaning to try and have the both of us chat but that thought never crossed any of our minds.