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Jan. 29th, 2003

11:48 am - 2 Dreams

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Here's 2 dreams from Monday night.

Dream 1:

In the backseat of a car full of a lot of people. Some older relative is driving and she is kind of disoriented, not sure where she's going, not able to see so well. We're driving out in the country, past lots of fields and rural stuff. We pass some kind of family reunion (not our family, just a random picnic with lots of people). This girl comes running up behind the car. We're going pretty fast but somehow she is able to keep up (she gets a burst of speed to catch up and then falls behind again over and over) and she keeps hitting the trunk like to get our attention. I call out to the driver to stop and see what the girl has to say. We're going really fast now and the driver slams on the brakes, skids into the gravel shoulder, throws it into reverse, and fishtails back towards the girl, and runs her over because any of us shocked onlookers can call out.

I jump out of the car and run toward the girl who has flown across the road. None of the picnicers have noticed the scene. No one around has any cell phone or other way to call paramedics. In this dream though I know a lot of stuff about first aid. So I figure out how to help her and transport her back to her home.

Her parents thank me for all I did and I am welcomed into the home and continue to take care for a while (hours? days? weeks?). As she recovers she gets a crush on me. She starts hitting on me. She's just a kid and I have to figure out how to break it to her that there's no way at all that I could return her interest without making her feel all rejected. I'm just there to fix her broken leg. It is time for me to leave. I don't know what I said but somehow I was as masterful at this bit of psychology as I was at the first-aid medical stuff. I'm such a superhero in some of my dreams.

Dream 2:

This is one of those sex dreams without sex. It would have been a sex dream but things got all lame and the sex never happened. The dreams opens with me and a girl, a girl I believe to be my significant other (in the dream, not my real life significant other....I pretty much never dream about real life people who are part of my everyday life). We've arranged to have some alone time in some bedroom (a motel?) for what seems to be the first time in a while. Something we've (or at least I've) been looking forward to for a long time.

Then all of a sudden these two other girls walk into the room, invited by the girl I'm with. Apparently she wanted all of us there. At first I think, huh, interesting, group sex...interesting. Then I think....NAH...couldn't be. Then I think...*nervous*...do I really want this? But anyway some discussion about what the hell is going on ensues and it is revealed that my girl wants us all to sleep together, each of us thinks we're the girls only partners, and the other two girls are lesbians who are entirely uninterested in group sex involving me. The first girl suggests that maybe there's be some way in which we could all get it on without any interaction between those who don't want to interact. Everyone gives it a brief thought and then decides she's crazy and we all storm out.


Date:March 20th, 2003 11:34 am (UTC)

W h a t ? ?

You have some pretty weird dreams..I'm guessing from the second one your just a T I N Y bit sexually frusturated..if ya know what i mean
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Date:March 20th, 2003 02:03 pm (UTC)

Re: W h a t ? ?

I love my weird dreams. Not dreaming about sex..._that_ would be weird. My sex life is planty non-frustrating, thank you very much. Hope yours is too! But who doesn't have a moment of discomfort or confusion about sex and sexuality? Who doesn't wonder if maybe they want something they don't have or have something they don't want? Who hasn't felt insecure about sex at some point in their life?

Dreams are the minds creative story telling based on a random walk through all the memories and emotions we have stored up. It is entirely unsurprising that my brain would trip over some feelings of sexual insecurity during that walk. I'm glad for my dreams giving the creative and complex stories that they do, it is like watching a good movie made by me. I wish I was so creative in my waking life.
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