*bangs head against pillow* Make the weird dreams stop! AAAIIEEE!

WritingIsMyReligion

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Sun May-28-06 10:14 PM
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Edited on Sun May-28-06 10:17 PM by WritingIsMyReligion

Okay, this is cross-posted from KC2's thread, but I just wanted to post it separately as well, along with these comments: why the HELL do we dream of such stupid things--and why are the stupidest things always mildly sexual in nature? This is only the second "sexual" dream I've ever had--I want my dream-porn to be COOL, not fucking weird like this.

:scared:

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I can only remember bits and pieces of it--it was a very long dream, or so it seemed, and my dreams are always deceptively complicated--but I remember that at one point in the dream, for some reason, my entire graduating class (over 250 people!) was in a theater (?) of some kind, watching some show--I don't know if this was a play, or a movie, or what. I think it was a movie.

Anyhow, I was sitting next to a (male) friend of mine, and it was fairly dark, and....yeah. :blush: He suggested to me that we, uh, make-out. I think I said something very weird like, "Well, sure--" awake WIMR's reply upon later reflection: What the FUCK are you thinking???!?? "--but everyone's watching."

To which he said something even weirder, along the lines of, "Well, that's the way rumors start, y'know"--meaning that this would be the way that everyone would know we were "together," that we would "prove" that we were a "couple."

Then things get fuzzy for a few seconds of dream-time--I can't exactly remember that bit--and then the next thing I know we're making out. Except we're lying down--sort of. As if the movie seats were reclined back. And we're facing each other, heads together--only he's somehow just a bit on top of me. (Awake WIMR: Seriously, WHAT. THE. FUCK.???) And somehow we're under a blanket--you know how things just appear out of nowhere in dreams.

(Okay, so the blanket thing actually makes sense, in a roundabout way--right before I fell asleep, my cat was bothering the hell out of me. The only way to get him to stop, short of throwing him bodily from the room, is to ignore him, which meant, for me, that I ducked under the covers and pulled them over my head--I think I fell asleep that way, which would explain why we were under a blanket in this part of the dream.)

I remember that the kissing seemed nice, but awkward for me--my friend is not particularly physically attractive, and he's even more sardonic than I am, I think. And my friend seemed a bit...distant. Cold. Calculating. (This even as we are "sucking face," as some people I know call it.) It was not particularly romantic, and yet in my dream I was desperate to kiss, so I didn't mind. And I remember that no one else in the theater seemed to notice us "going at it" under a blanket.

And then I woke up, and lay there for a long moment considering whether or not I was going insane.

In general:

:wtf:

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:banghead: