Someone explain this, please?
Sep. 28th, 2006 09:32 amWatching Project Runway before bed is not a good idea, as evidenced by the dream I had last night:
I was in the apartment that Jeffrey is staying in, and I don't know if I was involved in the competition, but I know we got word that we needed to be somewhere fast, so I jumped in the shower to get ready. Jeffrey decided that we were too pressed for time to take separate showers, so as I was soaking myself under a stream of water, he opened the curtain at the opposite end, and deposited his son in a baby carrier, not saying but implying that for whatever reason it was unsafe to leave the kid out of his sight. I watched Jeffrey's son for a moment, wondering if the water from the shower would ruin the carrier, but then noticed that the spray seemed to fall just short of reaching it.
Jeffrey then emerged behind me in his clothes, and since I was suddenly sitting on the floor of the tub, I had to scoot forward, closer to the baby carrier, so he would have enough room to take off his clothes and wash up. My instinct was to cover my bare breasts, but then I realized that there was nothing sexual in our interaction, that Jeffrey was so consumed with preparing for whatever task/challenge lay ahead that he did not have time to look at me as a naked woman. And this was simultaneously comforting and disappointing.
I was in the apartment that Jeffrey is staying in, and I don't know if I was involved in the competition, but I know we got word that we needed to be somewhere fast, so I jumped in the shower to get ready. Jeffrey decided that we were too pressed for time to take separate showers, so as I was soaking myself under a stream of water, he opened the curtain at the opposite end, and deposited his son in a baby carrier, not saying but implying that for whatever reason it was unsafe to leave the kid out of his sight. I watched Jeffrey's son for a moment, wondering if the water from the shower would ruin the carrier, but then noticed that the spray seemed to fall just short of reaching it.
Jeffrey then emerged behind me in his clothes, and since I was suddenly sitting on the floor of the tub, I had to scoot forward, closer to the baby carrier, so he would have enough room to take off his clothes and wash up. My instinct was to cover my bare breasts, but then I realized that there was nothing sexual in our interaction, that Jeffrey was so consumed with preparing for whatever task/challenge lay ahead that he did not have time to look at me as a naked woman. And this was simultaneously comforting and disappointing.