Tonya Moving

2012-12-16

This is the first dream I've had in some time that didn't slip from my mind almost as soon as I'd woken up. Once again, this stars the usual cast of characters from the ol' D&D group... mostly.

It began with me walking up to Tonya's house -- or I should say, Tonya and Devin's, since they were together in this dream (I think). It was a smallish place, looking almost like a mobile home on the outside but built a bit too stationary for that. They had a porch that ran around the length and front of their house, made of wood, and a small flight of stairs leading up to it from ground level. It wasn't high up, only four or five feet, but it added an extra touch of homeliness to the place.

The neighborhood was decent, if not overly well-to-do. The other houses across the street and nearby on either side were similarly small and not especially well up-kept, their vehicles were modest, and their lawns didn't seem to be very well maintained. None of this gave the feeling of destitution, though; it was mostly just a feeling of casualness, like the entire neighborhood was full of unpretentious people who knew their neighbors didn't give a shit about a perfectly manicured lawn. The air outside was crisp, like early spring or late autumn as I walked up the stairs to their door.

Not long after reaching the top of the four or five steps, I got a call on my 'phone'. It wasn't an actual, physical phone, nor was it an earpiece or anything like that. If anything, it was most similar to Snake's Codec from the Metal Gear Solid games, except I didn't have to plug my ear or do anything with my hands at all. I just started receiving the call in my mind, but spoke back using my real voice.

On the other end of the line was Dominic, Devin's brother as well as Tonya's ex-fiancee. He was calling me on behalf of his mother, since evidently I was known to their family to be a 'tech genius' in this dream and they needed help fixing their phone. In the dream, as in real life, I knew jack shit about phones but went ahead and tried to help him develop a diagnosis anyway.

Incidentally, I also somehow knew that the precise phone in question (the one he was calling with) was the phone in Rick's grandma's basement, except with a touch-tone dial instead of a rotary dial. It was red as always, and attached to some flat horizontal surface rather than the wall. It wasn't actually in Rick's grandma's basement anymore, but rather belonged to their family instead. Why I knew all of this, I can't say.

As the conversation went along, it became more and more obvious that I wasn't going to be able to help him fix his problem with the phone. I gave a few obvious suggestions, but nothing that he couldn't have likely thought of himself I'm sure. At some point I asked to speak with his mother, since she was the one who had the problem, but with a sad (and almost angry) voice he told me that she was unable to speak on the phone; she was sick and weak, and I got the feeling that it was terminal, whatever it was.

Not long after that, we gave up and the call ended. Neither of us questioned his using this 'broken' phone to hold such a long conversation with me. After he hung up, I sought again to enter the house.

In front of the door stood a large turquoise-colored briefcase, nearly six feet tall. It was sitting just far enough out of the way that the door could still be accessed, but it left no room for doubt that someone was leaving very soon. Somehow, I knew that it was Tonya who was leaving.

I knocked on the door and waited, and after a moment Tonya materialized in the doorway. I had only barely said "hello" when she leapt on me, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist in an overly-enthusiastic embrace. This is the second dream in which she's behaved this way, like we'd been long-lost best friends and I had just come back from the dead or something.

We stayed in this position for a minute or two. The side of her face was pressed flat against mine and she was whispering things (I can't remember what) and laughing, and she seemed to weigh almost nothing in my arms. It was very comfortable, in a familiar way, and I would have probably been happy to spend the rest of the dream like this if her friend from inside the house hadn't called her back inside. She climbed off of me and invited me in.

She led me through a hallway, dark and cramped, to the living room where her friend was sitting. I sat down on the couch, which was in the center of the room facing two chairs, and Tonya sat down close next to me. Her friend was sitting in one of the two chairs, to our right in the corner of the room, and was someone I'd never met before.

I should mention that I don't really know if this woman was Tonya's friend, Devin's friend, or just some odd figment of my imagination. Whoever she was, Tonya and Devin both seemed to know her and be familial with her, though she didn't look like a relative of either and, while they both liked her alright, she didn't seem like a terribly close friend.

She was a bit younger than middle-aged... I think. It's hard to place her age, since her complexion, weight and general ugliness seemed to mask that aspect of her somewhat. I would guess that she was around 40, though she could have been as young as 35 or as old as 50. Otherwise, she looked basically like some fat Disney witch come to life, except she was wearing normal clothes -- actually, she was wearing basically the same clothes I would wear. And now that I think about it, she acted not too differently from how I would act, or how I think I would act depending on the company I was in. Hmm.

Anyway, this friend of Tonya's sat in the corner, rocking back and forth in her La-Z-Boy, spouting off random bits of opinion or other utterances that were supposed to be funny as Tonya and I sat talking. We patronised her but it was pretty annoying, at least for me. I can't remember what the two of us spoke about, Tonya and I, but it seemed to keep us entertained (minus the ugly woman's random interjections) until Devin entered the room to greet me.

Devin behaved, more or less, the way I recall him behaving in real life. He was a bit thinner in the dream than he is at present, but then, so was I in all likelihood. He, Tonya and I all sat chatting for a little while; I wasn't there to stay for very long, and most of the reason I remained -- other than savoring every moment that I sat basking in Tonya's proximity, something I seemed desperate for -- was to ask Tonya where she was going to be departing to. Her leaving town, whatever town we happened to all live in, came as a complete surprise to me.

Of course, in the dream as in real life, I found I was a bit awkward socially and never found an opportunity to ask that question during the course of the conversation. At some point, I'm not sure how or when, Devin got up to mimic himself slapping Tonya across the face; trouble is, she also rose at the same time to argue some other point. He ended up giving her a genuine slap across the face (the bridge of her nose and eyes, specifically) with the back of his hand, accidentally but still hard enough to knock her backward onto the couch.

She didn't seemed as fazed by this as you'd think, though she was still tearing up and crying a bit, less from the pain than from the fact that he didn't seem to feel too sorry for slapping her. "I was in therapy for this, asshole!" she yelled at him, apparently having a history of being abused by some other former boyfriend. I was disturbed by Devin's lack of empathy at this, but the woman across the room seemed to think the whole thing funny. I felt like I should have reacted strongly to this in some way, but I didn't know how to do so in a way that would be useful; I just sat there, quietly examining Tonya's face for any mark of injury.

After a moment of this and Devin's further indifference, she leaned against me and buried her face into the crook of my neck, crying. I didn't know what to do, other than hold her and stroke her arm and hair reassuringly. I wanted to say something to Devin after this, but I generally don't like confrontations and it was, after all, an accident. At the same time, I knew that I should feel awkward for being so close with his girlfriend or wife or whatever she was to him, but I didn't. Weirdly, he also seemed not to mind that his significant other was cradled in my arms and sobbing on my shoulder; he was very clearly fresh out of fucks to give about almost anything.

After she had cried for a while, things changed a little bit. Their mutual friend, the Disney witch wearing my clothes, had been staring at me and Tonya nearly the entire time I was holding her, licking her lips every now and then and slowly nodding creepily. She'd stopped rocking in her chair and sat motionless, only staring more and more intently as Tonya's weeping began to cease.

Just as Tonya had nearly run out of tears to shed, and Devin had left the room to go to the kitchen (or somewhere), the witch-lady spoke. Her lips moved, but no sound came from them; instead, I heard her voice from inside my own head, echoing from the back of my mind:

"I know you're enjoying this. You don't have to pretend you don't like it."

With this, Tonya nodded subtly with her face still buried against me and began kissing my neck. I'd already been rock-hard before this (what can I say, the witch-lady was right), but as soon as she started putting her lips on my skin, I maintained an erection hard enough to cut glass. I was stunned, being awkward as ever (as well as not expecting this, and being one room away from her lover who was an old friend of mine), and did nothing at all, other than let it happen. Her mouth kept going, working its way up and down the side of my neck, and eventually it found my earlobe where she began to lick and nibble at it.

Eventually, she went back to my neck and finished the one-sided make-out session with a soft, sweet kiss on the cheek before passing out, dead asleep. I really didn't know what to make of any of this, but the witch-lady had gone back to rocking as normal. I waited for my boner to subside somewhat (it took a while), and after it had, I gently laid Tonya down on the couch and started getting up to have a chat with Devin, in an attempt to get him to apologize to her. It was here that the dream ended abruptly.