His Speech & My Kiss

I have really strange dreams quite often. I usually write them out in my dream journal but as someone who has palmerhyperhydrosis (real illness right there ladies and gentlemen – no joke) I struggle to grip a pen and write them, so I thought why not record and share them on here?


Dream Ended at 7:00am Monday 16th June 2014

I was on a school trip and we were riding around London on the buses, going across bridges and so on. We were on the train as a class and we were getting off the train in a line for some reason. I was the last person in the line but as I was getting off the train the doors closed and I was separated from the rest of my class. I remember contemplating what to do: “Should I get off and go back to them on the opposite train or should I wait for them to come to me?”. In the end I got off the next stop and ended up finding a teacher there.

Then after that, I somehow found myself in some sort of place where young people (my age) were delivering speeches to some really important people (PMs and so on) and their futures depended on these speeches. It looked like an open theater and they gave their speech on the balcony to the audience seated below. There was this boy there who I spent my time with although I don’t know how I knew him. He was introverted, intelligent and kind of a pessimist; which is so not my type of guy.

Anyhow, he had to give his speech in a few moments and he seemed pretty nervous; (well somewhere between nervous and annoyed – I couldn’t really tell,) and I wanted to help him. He went up the ladder to the balcony bit, so I went after him to wish him luck. However… I slipped on the ladder and only managed to grab the ledge! I was hanging, my grip slowly loosening, in the dream I was terrified! I kept holding on and crying out for help but I didn’t know where he was and his speech needed to start.

I should mention that I’m kind of  a lucid dreamer and at this point I knew I had to help myself.

So I changed my dream so that I never fell. Instead I sat behind the curtain to the balcony and watched him pace around nervously, then he turned to me and told me he couldn’t do it.

Now I really must inform you at this point that… I have a mild case of hetrophobia. I can’t be around the male species without getting all flustered or awkward! After a traumatic incident involving men and boys (that I prefer to not discuss) I’ve just grown fearful of them. Yet in my dreams I never really have a problem with boys hitting on me within my dreams. Though I’m never so bold to do so myself… Until now…

I looked him in the eyes told him he’s amazing and could do anything, pulled him by the collar and kissed him.

Let me just process this for a second please…



Okay I’m done. Go on…

He was so taken aback by the kiss yet he seemed so happy! He went off to do his speech and he made a very moving speech, he came back to me; took my hand, smiled,… and asked me out….

The dream ended there…


Nooooo! Why end there!? Just when things were starting to sweeten up! Sigh~ I’ve never done something like that. I’ve always been saved, never been the savior! But god, how good it felt to both help someone and overcome my phobia. I’ve never helped a boy in my dreams, it’s always been the boy helping me. Like in my virtual zombie game dream… that boy came and asked to protect me – but that’s another story dream for another day!

Maybe this dream was the key to overcoming my fear?

Maybe… I’m not the one who should be a frightened  damsel in distress… Maybe because he’s the one that needs me to save him?



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