Cog-Train Angel
Dreamed 2024/10/9 by Wayan
I'm at the beach near the San Francisco Zoo, with friends who brought a girl I don't know. They seem to be pushing her at me. She's attractive, but I'm distracted; the beach is crowded with SF State students in skimpy bikinis. No, wait, some of those catching my eye look like highschoolers or middle schoolers--underage. I try not to ogle them. Though they're sure dressed (or rather undressed) to get attention. It's hard.
We all biked here; time to go inland again. We're supposed to bike in pairs. But the girl my friends threw at me is mad, doesn't want to stick with me--noticed me eying those schoolgirls? She zooms ahead. I follow. She races madly, trying to build up enough lead so a stoplight won't let me catch up. But she has bad luck with lights, never gets much of a lead. On through an old stone tunnel, out into dense fog. Hilly, stony streets. South-central SF. Then down a steep, dark, densely wooded slope on a narrow bikepath.
She's blocked at last by a train crossing--lights flash, bells ring, gates drop. I pull up behind her. We're both stuck.
A cog train descends the steep hillside across the path. Crowded, open gondolas with narrow wooden seats, stepped like bleachers, but carved like medieval church pews. Looks old! And slow to pass--walking speed.
A traincar passes with a small shack at the back/top end. Its door opens and a man steps out and grabs a girl about ten years old--no, she has wings, she's an ANGEL, who knows HOW old she is? Centuries, millennia?
He lifts her up and loudly adores her--acts like she's hovering, a visitation, divinely inspiring him somehow. Playing artist and muse?
But she's not visiting him. He's holding her up. She's tired of it, and snaps "Put me down!" I sense he's set up this tableau before, with variations. Maybe at first she tolerated his posing game, but she's had it.
Notice my heart's racing--that's not from our bike sprint, we've been waiting minutes for this slow train to pass. This is tachycardia!
Then realize I'm incredibly horny, too. From this scene? Why?
And then wake with both--shaky racing heart, but erect too. Hyperhornia. Whaaat?
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