Fittingly enough, my first involved someone who has posted in this thread.
Kalhoun’s latest post, however, has me thinking of someone else entirely, who while a very dear friend is not high on my list of People To See Nekkid.
C’mon…give it up. Who are you dreaming of doing the deed with?
I think it means that you want Tootie to come get rough with you, all 5-by-5.
I once dreamed I was a lesbian.
A lesbian android.
With a bum knee.
In a later segment of the same dream, I was a praying mantis.
A 2 ton praying mantis.
With deadly martial art skills.
Stalking the rooftops of Philadelphia.
Yes, I’m serious.
Oddly enough, I’m a horny bastard while awake, but I barely ever dream about sex. Kissing is a common theme though. I guess my subconscious craves romance.
any time I have a sex dream, I dream that I stop all of the action and start looking for a condom. I usually wake up at that point.
I have never had a lesbian dream BUT I have dreamt that I was a guy having sex with another guy. Apparently even my subconscious is confused.
And I forgot to add that every winter I have some really strange sex dreams that involve icicles… not the ones on the Christmas tree real icicles.:eek:
OwOwOwOw.
Hi. I’m Canadian. 
Icicles, hmm?
If we’re going to discuss odd sex dreams in general-
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In a place of dark fairytales, where I can finally step out of my skin and find a true identity beneath, in stone chambers, deep beneath the sunlight, Shuna Sassi and I make love. We move with a slow elegance. There is no need fo hurried fumblings. Each moment is not seized, but savored. For all of eternity lies before us.
More than just the obvious sexual appeal, these dreams are filled with a sense of belonging, of being loved and accepted. They’re impossible to describe without resorting to the Harlequinn romance by way of Anne Rice writing above.
My recurring dream- and this is one that I’ve had consistently every now and then since about fourth grade- involves a group of mice who are attempting to take over a cheese factory a la Pinky and the Brain. Their leader is a mouse with a moustache, eyepatch, and beret named Pierre who speaks with a simply awful French accent. No other mouse is French, by the way. Every time the dream occurs they set up an elaborate plan to take over the factory and are foiled in all sorts of comedic ways.
No, I don’t know either.
Meanwhile, I have precious few dreams about hot lesbian loving. Alas.
Yeah, but you got the reality, Andygirl. Why rent when you can own?
Now, I’m, thinking it really is a shame neither Donna nor I are lesbians; we’d probably make a great couple. Ah, well . . . Even my imaginary relationships don’t work out.
Eve:
I’m sorry, I’m going to have to stop fantasizing that you and I are an item now. I never realized that I’d have fantasized you being so defeatist, so I’m just giving up on us.
Love the shoes,
Zenham
. . . Do I have to return the imaginary ring?
Nah, keep it. It’s costume, anyhow.
I have no idea. Clearly, you are insane. 
Icicles? Owieowieowieowie! Though I HAVE heard of people using ice in recreational sorts of ways. I’ll just skip that, thank you!
I just had one this morning, and the guy in question was pretty much straight off a romance book cover, though he didn’t have the oversized muscles. (And I hate those books! I don’t know where the hell this guy came from.) Also, somehow we were back in the early twentieth century (as in the teens) and when everybody started laughing at us dancing, I ran out of the room and he came running after me and I somehow managed to drag him forward in time by going down the street. I was assuring him that if we went to MY time, nobody would have a problem with us doing what we wanted to do.
Then…when we were finally Doing It…I woke up.
Arrrrrrgh!
Dreams are WEIRD.
Sweetie, are you aware of how long it’s been since I had a date?