I do not want to forget this

Dear me in the future,

    If you ever forgot some of the dreams you've tried to remember, (I hope the one that you... you know with the black, tall, woman in a corridor with light, that never came true), this one, I think, might give you some stimulation not to forget a person's name, face or nature.

    As far as I can remember right now, even under the spell of some brain waves, it all started when you entered a competition or a talent show or something.  You were with that person and you've been assigned to work with her to show people what you guys can do.

    So you and her went to a bookstore to find some topics to do and, I don't know what happened during this, she picked a book about... sex toys. She got an idea and sort of... forced you to tag along. So she... kinda... grabbed an orb or something, it was shiny and it was a sphere, and... put it... into her... well... yeah.  And you got some sort of pad? that you put under your tongue to hide it and you were wearing a magician's cape.  She was wearing a blouse.

   And the time came when you and her are supposed to showcase what you got to the crowd or something. It was a hall with only a person, as far as i can remember, and it was an old stern woman.  So she sat on a stool in front of her and you were beside her.  You announced what you were going to do, I can't remember the words, and she... sort of... touched herself. Like masturbating.  You were smiling then.

    Then, you sort of spit out the pad thingy that was under your tongue and scraped out the... orb.. out of her... yeah.  Then, the scene changed.  She was tired and suddenly there was a lot of people pointing out to her and calling her a dirty woman. She was looking and smiling at you, seemed satisfied.

    You were mad at the people and the woman now, was pointing out to her.  You got mad and... these are the only words that I can remember, "It wasn't her idea! It was mine! I made her do this because I need to pass the exam! I'm the dirty one, not her!" But, inside you were saying, "I gotta get her out... This was her idea but I gotta get her out..."

    The best part was that you thought you were the hero.  You were wrong.

    At this time, you woke up.

    You took a bath and until you combed your hair, you didn't remember it. Then it came to you, while you were staring at the mirror.

   It came to you that this was the first time, in a long time, that you have ever dreamt of her.  And even in dreams, you can't say her name, afraid that you would summon her again.

    And don't forget about why you made this blog.