For me, the month of March began with two dreams, one of which is necessary to understand another of the ones I had last night.

March 1
Dream 1
At a very fancy house or hotel room. Mom is there, and so is Matthew and Brandy, maybe Brian, but I'm not sure. They are younger, 8-12ish, but I am still my current age. Rod, who is mid 50's, is there. There is a big fancy bed in the bedroom, with a bathroom attached. A living area is through another door. The place is decorated in white, and well lit; clean and pure looking. Rod makes a lurid suggestion to Mom, and shoved her to the bed, but she turns him down and runs into the living room and huddles with the kids, who are scared. He is very mean in the dream, but a very kind man in reality. I ask him why he did it, why is he being so cruel. It seems that he is hosting us there, that the hotel suite is his. He then went to the bath and shut the door. I knock on the door and ask him to explain what is happening. He opens the door, shirtless, and says something like, "Bitch shoulda did what I told her." I am stunned into silence. I look at my family through the open door from the bedroom. He shuts the door to the bath again and I yell to him that we are leaving. I go hug the family and tell them we are leaving and that I'm so sorry I put us into this situation. We walk out the main door to a hallway, and look back at the hotel room door as it slams shut.

Dream Two
I am in my room. A Mexican ephebe runs through the front door and I run out to see about the commotion. He is distraught. It is apparent that I know him. I walk with him to my room, where he sits in my desk chair, head in hands, and weeps. I kneel beside the chair and hold him. I ask him how he got here and he says he took the bus. I tell him everything is going to be OK, but that he cannot be here because the police have my address. He pleads with me to let him stay but I tell him I cannot but that we can still talk and meet again later. He cries. I comfort him. I call his cousin from his phone and tell her he is here. She is angry. I tell her he just arrived w/o my knowledge and I am calling her to let her know he is OK and she can come get him. She says she is already on her way as she figured he would come here when he went missing. He cries. He is so sad and upset. I hold him and walk him outside to meet his cousin, and the police. I feel terrible. Guilty, because it looks to him is as if I am rejecting him. I want to assure him I am not, but I don't know how other than to hug him and say, "it will be OK." But I know he is heartbroken, As am I. But I fear the legal ramifications, as I view the police and his cousin there to greet us as we walk out of the house. I have let him down. He came to me for comfort, and I sent him away.

I wake up expecting him to be beside me, but he is not. It is only a dream.

March 9
Dream Three
I was driving my Jeep, in a suburban area that I recognized as somewhere in the vicinity of the Carolinas, where my family lives. I pulled up to my dad's store. He was bringing in a lot of new movies. His business looks like it had changed a bit: the location was different, the products were different. He had a handful of DVDs of the most recent Jonas Brother movie. (I'd never heard of these guys until President Obama mentioned that his daughters liked them). We popped it in to have a look at it on a larger-than-life giant screen in a window of the store. The movie began with standard Disney intro, fading to a scene in a cornfield. The sun was low, the field awash in warm colors, a soft gold through the focus of my dream-O-vision. An unknown person spoke off screen, a female, I think. A Jonas brother (I can't identify them by name), lying on his back and propped up on his elbows, mostly hidden by broken stalks of corn, replied back to her. Completely naked, he stood. The sun lit up the fine golden hairs on his legs. The camera did not avoid his maleness. Those of us watching stood in shock as there was no attempt, as in so many movies with male nudity, to avoid the genitals. In today's society, actors will literally go through duct-taped acrobatics to avoid showing their man parts while still appearing naked. There was silence between the 2 or 3 of us who were watching. We could not believe this was a Disney movie. And it was not just a fleeting glimps, as the conversation between the offscreen voice and the standing Apollo lasted a minute or more, with no attempt made to clothe or conceal. This was the way God made him; his image. God was proud and man was not afraid.

Finally our focus was broken by the arrival of other vehicles in the parking lot. I did not recognize the new arrivals but apparently I knew them in the dream. We told them about the Jonas Brothers movie and the penis show. We all had a good laugh about it, but secretly wished to it all again, and more than just this one scene.

I had to leave the store, and for some reason I couldn't take the Jeep, but my dad's truck. I put my bicycle in the back of the truck and began driving towards Clover, SC, my home town. From a short distance, I some kind of toll or military check point ahead. For some reason I can't remember-- but there was one in the dream-- I wanted to avoid the blockade with my dad's truck. I took out my bike, put on my backpack, and began pedaling. I reached it, but didn't quite get stopped before crossing this big white line drawn across the road. A big bell rang and the military officer, scowling, motioned me over and asked what I was doing. I told him that I was from Clover but had been away for several years and wasn't expecting this blockade. He informed me I'd crossed the line. I advised him that my breaks weren't as quite as strong as I'd expected. I left my bag on the bike as I went to discuss the issue in his little toll booth. After a moment he pointed and said, "What does your bag look like?" I described it: black, with silver reflective stripes on the shoulder straps. He pointed to a homeless man crossing the blockade, moving away from my bike. I yelled, "Hey stop!" The officer laughed and follwed me along as I ran towards the homeless man. I grabbed the pack off of my back. "Give him his bag back, Leroy," commanded the officer. Apparently they knew this guy around here.

I explained to the officer that I'd left my check a few hundreds yards back, so I could see what this blockade was about, but that I was going to go back for it now. I pedaled back to the truck, climbed up in the cab, and began looking for ways to get off of the main road, so as to avoid the inspection that'd occur ahead. A small gravel drive led off to left, near a house up on a hill. The path appeared to be on private land but I saw a man standing on the property. I drop to him and asked if it was a private road. He answered that it was. I asked is there any way to get around the roadblock. He said maybe. He pointed up the road to a narrow bridge across a creek. He said the truck would likely be too wide, but that the bike should have no problem with it. The roadblock would be a hundred feet to my right, through the woods. He said I should pass quietly, but might be able to see the roadblock through the trees.

I started on my bike and went a few dozen feet, and then decided to continue on foot. I got to the edge of the footbridge and looked over to see the roadblock through the forest. I could see the officer that stopped me. The forest blocked any sound so I was sure he could not hear me. I walked back towards my bike. The owner of the property was looking up at the rise of small hill between me and the bike. I was looking at him, since he appeared to have taken off all of his clothes for no reason I could figure out. Nearly at the top of the rise, I turned my attention back to the dirt road. And stopped dead in my tracks. A giant brown bear was at the top of the hill, facing the other direction. I slowly crept back down the hill and went to the edge of the forest, behind a wire fence, to wear the naked man was standing, still watching the bear. I said nothing about his nakedness.

"You nearly got into trouble that time." He laughed at my near-death experience.

I was breathing hard from my run, but stood behind the corner of the fence. The naked man turned to pee at the base of a tree. He continued, "Yeah, good thing you saw that bear in time or he would've tore you up!"

Just then a giant noise was heard at the top of the hill-- not the bear, but a giant truck. Like a rig was barreling down the road and then slammed on his brakes. He may have dones so because of the bear, and it sure startled him! The previously brown bear came running at top speed down the hill, only now he was snow white! He ran right towards me, but seemed to be looking past. The naked guy was still pissing. I said nothing.

The still ran my way, and I stood as still as a living human possibly can, not even breathing. My heart may have stopped a moment. The bear tore past me, and I felt his coarse fur brush my arm. He also ran right at the back of the naked pisser, but at the last minute dodged around him and bounded up a tree!

I decided to wake up then.

Dream Four
This dream, from which I awoke early this morning, seemed the most realistic. It was quite brief.

I heard a quiet knock at the window behind my bed. As it was dark out, I could not see who it might be. Again, a quiet little knock. I did not open the blinds to look. I'm not even sure the window will open at all. I ignore it and go back to sleep.

Shortly after, I hear the front door open but think nothingn of it, as the roommates come and go as they wish at different hours. In the dream, I assumed it to be around 6am.

Then, I heard the knob on my door turning slowly and the door creak open. In dreamy slumber, I did not get up to see who it might be, as it was dark in the room and I likely couldn't see anyhow.

A moment passed as I lay huddled under my blanket, hugging a pillow close to me as I always do. I did not seem especially concerned about the visitor. After the unmistakable sounds of undressing, a body slowly and gently crawled over the foot of the bed, over my legs, towards the other side of the bed. Still they continued their effort to leave me undisturbed, as they knew not that I was already awake. He slowly slid underneath the blanket and wrapped himself around me, nuzzling into my side. I kissed him atop his head and he stroked the hair below my belly button. I went back to sleep.

It was, as best as I could tell, the same person from Dream Two.

It ended the same: I woke up expecting him to be beside me, but he was not. It is only a dream.