Yesterday, I brought a pillow with me to the beach. For some reason, I thought it a good idea to carry it into the sea while I dipped myself underwater, soaking not only myself but the pillow I had wrapped in my arms.
I must also mention that before I went out for an aquatic escapade, I had my armpit shaved for the occasion. Yes, armpit. Just one.
With the growing promotion for body hair acceptance among women (at least, from the Instagram reels I've seen of girls confidently flaunting their unshaven underarms), I thought people wouldn't mind as much now seeing a little bit of hair in places where they “shouldn't” have them.
I was carefreely raising my arms up in the air, exposing my hairy armpit on one side, and I think I might have attracted a few men's attention in the vicinity. Especially this one guy who I often saw giving me a dirty look ..
Him looking in my direction on multiple occasions eventually made me self-conscious. What was he disgusted about? The hair? Or the fact that I purposely just shaved one armpit..
Why the hell did I just shave one armpit?
But I think him being kinda cute also played a part in my discomfort. I planned to get off the sea and made a mental note to shave my hairy underarm as soon as I could.
I related the whole event to Lancelot and his reaction was: "Are you retarded?"
Of course, it was only a dream but he reacted as if it was exactly something I would pull off in real life.
In real life, I could not, for the love of me, ever muster the courage to go out in public displaying my bushy armpits around. My tremendous respect for those women who could.
But I suppose the underarm shenanigans weren't the only retarded things I did in the dream..
I no longer recall what happened next but in another scene, I was with Lancelot in our jetmatic pump station. I don't know what he was doing but he sat squatting on the marbled floor, probably washing something, whilst I stood in front of him holding the jetmatic pump handle. It seemed I had been pumping water for him (for whatever it was he was washing) and was taking a break.
I don't know what the occasion was but there were several other men in the area. I also noticed plenty of oysters scattered on the ground as if it was their natural habitat. Maybe that's why there were many people? Perhaps those were what Lancelot had been washing, too.
As I turned around, I found Chace right in front of me, just by the end of the handle. He had his hand in the middle of the metal pipe, not far from my own. A melancholic feeling suddenly crept inside me as I watched him there, seized by the memory of the deep affection I once harboured for the man a long time ago.. We stared at each other. The longing gaze in his warm brown eyes seemed to return the sentiment. I closed the gap between us by running my hand over his across the metal pipe, caressing it gently, until I was holding it completely in between my palms, as if to console him. This action invoked a sense of guilt within me with Lancelot just right behind. It felt as if I was cheating...
After a few minutes, Chace left and walked a couple of steps ahead where a group of men were closely gathered. It seemed a commotion had ensued among them. Next thing I knew, some skinny dude shot up from the midst of the small crowd up into the air and into our neighbour’s property, like he had just been effortlessly picked up and barbarically thrown away.
And then I realised the skinny dude was Chace!
The men from the same throng slowly took a step back, as if shocked and terrified by what just happened, giving me a view of some gigantic man the size of Khal Drogo standing forbiddingly in the middle of them all. Apparently, this man threw a punch on my friend that sent the poor guy flying towards the neighbour's grounds.
I felt absolutely bad for Chace because his lanky stature was thrown propelling up in the air, like how characters are comically blasted in anime.
According to what I heard, he ate the oysters from the ground and that is forbidden.