I had a dream two nights ago that I would have liked to write down sooner, but I haven't. I want to write the pieces down because some of them are already getting blurry at the edges.
I was 21 and in a school of some sort. It struck me as a high school, but it wasn't unusual for me to be there at my age. I don't know whether I lived on the premises. I believe I did though. I attended class, sat at a desk, nothing special, but at some point in the dream, and this transition was gone from memory even when I woke, I began dating two boys who were also dating each other. Both were younger than me by a year, but they didn't know and I felt embarrassed enough that I was dating younger that I didn't tell them. One was tan, green eyes, dark spiky hair. Strange resemblence to an italian gamer I met a few weeks ago. The other was blond, blue eyes, but his exact appearance is fuzzy. We were an open trio, and it wasn't considered strange at all that we should have such a relationship. Everyone else in the dream seemed to think it was very sweet.
There were sexual understones, but not actual sex. There was no jealousy between the three of us. I didn't mind when they made out--I'd more often than not be sitting beside them occupied with something else. And I made out with either of them, with no ill will there either. Some of it's very vague. I only remember clearly one specific image, of us sitting around, and the dark haired boy put his hand into the other boy's pants in a moment of mischief. It wasn't fondling. It was just a moment of fun. I don't really understand it.
The dream didn't go far. It began to unravel when the alarm went off the first time. Or maybe it was derailing before. The dark-haired boy, who the other boy and I both preferred to each other (which was understood with no ill-will or jealousy--seemingly contradicting human nature itself), was called home by his father and not allowed to return. Robots were involved and we decided to go rescue him.
That's it. That's the end.
Absolutely bizarre, but it's one of the few dreams that's stayed in my memory beyond my morning shower. Mostly because I have no idea what it means except I have a weakness for a beautiful italian gamer. I'd very much like to continue the dream. What I liked most was the uninhibited sexuality. I was free to do as I liked, and no one thought it strange. I'm used to not being a sexual creature, so the freedom in the dream was intoxicating. It's too bad I can't schedule my dreams for the night. I'd like to experience it again.
Anyway, happy Superbowl weekend. While everyone is glued to the TV screen I'll be hurtling down a mountain tied to my trusty board.
I was 21 and in a school of some sort. It struck me as a high school, but it wasn't unusual for me to be there at my age. I don't know whether I lived on the premises. I believe I did though. I attended class, sat at a desk, nothing special, but at some point in the dream, and this transition was gone from memory even when I woke, I began dating two boys who were also dating each other. Both were younger than me by a year, but they didn't know and I felt embarrassed enough that I was dating younger that I didn't tell them. One was tan, green eyes, dark spiky hair. Strange resemblence to an italian gamer I met a few weeks ago. The other was blond, blue eyes, but his exact appearance is fuzzy. We were an open trio, and it wasn't considered strange at all that we should have such a relationship. Everyone else in the dream seemed to think it was very sweet.
There were sexual understones, but not actual sex. There was no jealousy between the three of us. I didn't mind when they made out--I'd more often than not be sitting beside them occupied with something else. And I made out with either of them, with no ill will there either. Some of it's very vague. I only remember clearly one specific image, of us sitting around, and the dark haired boy put his hand into the other boy's pants in a moment of mischief. It wasn't fondling. It was just a moment of fun. I don't really understand it.
The dream didn't go far. It began to unravel when the alarm went off the first time. Or maybe it was derailing before. The dark-haired boy, who the other boy and I both preferred to each other (which was understood with no ill-will or jealousy--seemingly contradicting human nature itself), was called home by his father and not allowed to return. Robots were involved and we decided to go rescue him.
That's it. That's the end.
Absolutely bizarre, but it's one of the few dreams that's stayed in my memory beyond my morning shower. Mostly because I have no idea what it means except I have a weakness for a beautiful italian gamer. I'd very much like to continue the dream. What I liked most was the uninhibited sexuality. I was free to do as I liked, and no one thought it strange. I'm used to not being a sexual creature, so the freedom in the dream was intoxicating. It's too bad I can't schedule my dreams for the night. I'd like to experience it again.
Anyway, happy Superbowl weekend. While everyone is glued to the TV screen I'll be hurtling down a mountain tied to my trusty board.
Although if the dream had continued, I bet one of you rwould have been revealed as one of them (come on, you have to get some BSG influence in your subsconscious, right?)
Have fun. and that is why Superbowl Sunday is good even for those of us who couldn't care less about football.