July 15th, 2018

[Hannah Rickert]

Hey all!
I haven't been having maladaptive daydreams in a few days, but I just experienced one today. The guy I'm currently seeing is going to be away all week camping with his scout troop. He actually didn't tell me when he was coming back, just gave me a general "a few days" and "a week or so" and said he wanted to surprise me, which is making me worry more about him being gone. Sam couldn't bring his phone with him where he's going, so I can't even be in contact with him. He left around noon today and I've been worried sick about him since. You know, things like, "Did he make it to where he was going okay?" and "Is he with an okay group of people?" I know generally that the people he is with are okay people, so that wasn't really too significant. Camping in the middle of the Maine wilderness seems scary to me honestly. He showed me the pocket knives he was bringing "just in case" and I'm just hoping he won't have to use them on any animals (I'm kinda against killing animals, but if he truly is in a life or death situation, then fine). 

The thing is, I have my lock screen set as a picture of him, so whenever I unlock my phone, I see his face and I'm reminded of him... Maybe I should change that. Well anyways, I was just going to go on Pinterest or something and I saw his face. Then my daydream started. It was so involved that my phone ended up dying without me realizing it. It went a little something like this (I was also acting out most of it)...

I had just picked up my phone when I got a call from a Maine number that I didn't recognize. I picked it up (I don't usually pick up, even if it's someone I know, so I don't know where that came from) and heard a kind of familiar voice on the other end (a guy in his troop).

"Hello, is this Hannah Rickert?"

"This is she, who is this?"

"Nate. I'm here with Sam, and he had your number written down so I called it to tell you that he uhh umm-"

"What happened??"

"He was attacked. He's not doing too well, so he just wanted to talk to you."

"Put him on the phone right now, Nate."

"H-Hannah... I tried to get away-"

"Samuel [middle and last name disclosed for privacy]! I told you to be careful. Damn it Sam." I start crying.

"Hey, don't cry. It'll be fine. I'll be fine."

"But... but Nate said-"

"Don't believe anything he says. I'm fine. Little scratched up, black eye, nothing bad. It was only Nate, he wouldn't hurt me that much haha."

"Wait, this was Nate? He made it seem like this was an animal that attacked you! Ugh, that kid... he's messed up."

"Yeah, I just asked to borrow his phone so I could hear your voice."

"Why does he have his phone?"

"He snuck it with him."

"Ohh, well if you don't mind then, I'm going to hang up, I hate talking on the phone."

"Haha okay."

"Yep, Bye S-"

"Wait! Before you hang up, I need to tell you something."

"What?"

"Hannah, I... I love you.

*silence*

"Hannah? You still there?"

*in the background* "Dude you really think she would stay on the phone long enough to hear that?"

*me whispering* "Put it on speaker, Sam.

*waits a few seconds* "I love you too." I promptly hang up but then it switches so I'm viewing it from where Sam is (not as myself, just like nobody).

I had just said I love you too and everyone Sam was with heard.

"Sam, didn't you say you didn't think she would even say it since she hasn't said it in over ten years?" (from a friend, Robin)

"Yeah."

"Dude you just scored big-time." (Nate)

"Shut up Nate. I know you like her too {true fact, Nate told me he liked me} so you can stop."

"She must really love you Sam..." (Robin)

"Has she seen your d*** yet?" (Nate)

"Really Nate? Really? Why are you asking that?"

"Just wondering. You guys have been together for what, a month?" (Nate)

"Forty-four days according to her."

"Yeah, that's a while. Should have been enough time."  (Nate)

"Fine. If you really want to know, I've sent her pictures, but we haven't had the opportunity for her to actually see it since we've been hanging out in public places."

"I bet she's having you guys hang out in public on purpose. She probably doesn't want to see it. If I were you, I'd trick her into going to your house, and have s** right inside your house." (Nate)

"Nate. Shut the f*** up. Hannah isn't one of those people that would fall for something like that, plus she said she wanted to take it slow.  I won't rush her into that sort of thing."

"Well have you at least kissed?" (Nate)

"Yeah. Quite a lot."

"How have you guys been kissing? Just lips on lips?" (Nate)

"Why the hell do you want to know?"

"I want to know what she likes." (Nate)

"Seriously stop. You aren't getting her."

"I'm a little curious though, Sam. What exactly have you guys been doing?" (Robin)

"Look, I'm not going into specifics with all of you guys. Hannah and I have kissed. I've kissed her neck, shoulders, down to her hands. I've felt her tongue against mine."

"Damn... have you felt her bo**s yet?" (Nate)

"Yes."

"Were they nice?" (Nate)

"Look stop with the questions about her body. Her *ss and her bo**s were both very nice."

"Well any chance that I could tou-" (Nate)

"Stop. Nate, don't you think you've done enough to this poor couple? Leave them alone." (Robin)

"Thanks, Robin."

"Hey, I'm just looking for someone to cure my craving." (Nate)

"And I can tell you right now that she doesn't want anything to do with you."

"And how's that?" (Nate)

"She literally told me'I don't want to have anything to do with that guy. He's a perv' so I'm pretty sure she only snaps you to make you feel better about yourself."

"Well let's call her up." (Nate)

*they call me and my view switches back to just as myself*

"Yo Hannah it's Nate."

"What the hell do you want?"

"I just wanted to know why you snap me."

"Umm do you want the truth?"

"Yep."

"Fine. It's to make you feel better about yourself. I really don't like hurting people's feelings."

"Well, what if I told you that you are hurting my feelings by not letting me touch you?"

"Oh-kay first of all, when did you have the opportunity to touch me?"

"Well, you haven't given me that opportunity."

"Hmm, I wonder why.  Also second of all, you're a perv. So that covers everything."

*Sam in the background* "Her words, not mine."

"Are you guys talking about me or something? Actually, nevermind, I know you are."

"What if I told you Sam said I could touch you?" (Nate)

"Well I know he didn't say that. He cares too much about me. Even if he did, I'd slap you if you even laid a finger on my arm... or I'd just blast my rape whistle."

"What?" (Nate)

"Oh it's a whistle I have so if I'm followed home by some creep, like Frank, then I can use it to get one of my neighbors' attention."

"Oh."

"Yep. Bye. I can't talk to you any longer, I'm going to go throw up."

*Sam's voice* "Wait. Hannah, don't make yourself throw up again. Please."

*Robin whispering* "She does that?"

"Yes, now Hannah, listen to me. I don't want you to do that to yourself. You'll be okay, okay?" (Sam)

"Mmmm okay. Bye. Sam, I love you. Peace out everyone else."

That's where this daydream stopped, but just so everyone knows, the people in it are all real, and they are all accurate on descriptions you can gather. Sam, the guy I'm seeing, is very defensive when it comes to me, but he'll brag about me when he can. Robin is very quiet, I actually don't know what his voice sounds like because I've never heard him speak. Nate is a perv, he tries to hook up with any and every girl at our high school, but he has a particular interest in me. 

Hope you all enjoyed this little maladaptive daydream. I may post some more later, maybe some that I've had in the past.