Geez, what were you drinking?
I’m glad others have admitted to The Parent Dream. It makes me feel a fraction less like scraping the inside of my skull out with steel-wool to know that I’m not alone there. A really small fraction, but it’s something.
Significantly less flesh-creepingly horrible, I had a really weird one about getting a freak on with Officer Faith Yokas from Third Watch. I don’t mean Molly Price, it was Yokas for sure – the boots, baton, and handcuffs established the identity well beyond any equivocation. Oh yeah, and the glee with which she was cracking my ribs. It was a pretty good dream, actually. I suppose an analyst would say that I have issues with authority, but I think it’s more likely that Molly Price has just really made an impression on me as a total hottie. Not many erotic dreams include that “Did I just hear a bone break?” feeling, though. In my experience, anyway.
What?
My subconscious mind is apparently very conservative and out to make sure that I have no fun whatsoever in my dreams (much like my conscious mind in regards to real life). For instance, I was trapped in a cage on wheels with two of my very beautiful coworkers. They were naked. However, the fun parts were heavily coated with soap suds. And there was a short Mexican guy in the cage with us; I have no idea what the heck that was supposed to represent.
In another dream, I was on a date with Chelsea Clinton back when her pop was still the president. I was about to get to first base when the Secret Service burst into the room and went medieval on me.
I’ve had a few dreams where my fantasical love interest was a guy. Freaked me out the first time it happened ('cause I was in junior high and it was best friend). Now, however, when they happen I just complain that I can’t get any dream action from the guys or girls. I mean, come on, subconscious! Give me something!
I’ll try and make you feel a little better. After waking up from the dream I was really groggy and it took me several minutes to realize that it was a dream and not a memory. Really freaked me out. I felt really awkward all day but thankfully wasn’t able to remember anything beyond the basic premise of the dream. Oddly enough the dream where I was covering myself with my own feces was more disturbing. I never would have thought a more disturbing dream could exist.
