Just got an e-mail from my (straight, married) friend Donna, saying, “I dreamed last night you and I were lesbian lovers!”
I’m hugely complimented, of course . . . And if I were gay, Donna and I would be a great couple . . . But it would never occur to me to tell my friends of naughty dreams I may have had about them! I’d be afraid to skeeve them out.
Hmmmm…that’s very significant…what do you suppose it means? I mean, in detail…like what color clothes were you wearing before you both jumped in the tub full of grits…and was there bacon…any bacon involved? How 'bout a pony? Any ponies? Other large mammals?
I think its lovely that Donna’s latent lesbianism is geared towards you, a good friend. The last latent lesbian dream I had involved the character Faith from Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
And BTW, I didn’t enjoy it. I think it’s because I didn’t really know her.
Seriously, though, I read somewhere once (sorry, no cite) that sex dreams don’t mean that you want to have SEX with the person in question–they mean something along the lines of perhaps wanting a deeper (non-sexual) relationship with the person.
Or something.
At any rate, I don’t think you should be keeping those sex dreams to yourself, Eve. It’s so much more fun if you share (that’s S-H-A-R-E, not C-H-E-R, though I wouldn’t have kicked her outta my bed in the mid-70s).
I don’t think I’ve ever had a gay dream. But I had a really weird dream that featured me and a REALLY OLD GUY (I’m talkin’ 90s here) and he kept telling me I made him feel so young. I s’pose any little chickadee in her 80s would make him feel that way, though. Heh. Geriatric porn. I just might be on to something…