Nope.
I barely ever have sex dreams, and when I do it’s perfectly normal people like Eliza Dushku, Angelina Jolie and Gael Garcia Bernal.
I’m in a monogamous, hetero relationship…but my subconscious remembers I like girls too.
I’ll beat that:
Two words: Urotskidoji marathon.
This is the weirdest one I can remember.
This was after I had been divorced for about two years. Looking back, I was still probably heartbroken and still thought I was in love with my ex.
The dream starts with me waking up in my (then) current bedroom. I am awakened by my ex wife on top of me while I’m laying on my back. My penis is in her and she’s going at it like crazy. I notice that instead of the usual wallpaper, the room is “upolstered” in the same material and pattern as my much beloved '66 GTO. In fact the room is lit with the same greenish light that illuminated the dash in that car. I am thoroughly enjoying the situation but the thought slowly occurs to me that this couldn’t possibly be happening because we had broken up and she had a new boyfriend and oh yeah, she was never anywhere near that enthusiastic about sex. POOF, just like that, I’m fully awake. I am aware that my ex is laying in the bed with her naked back against mine, sound asleep. I am thinking “Wow that was one wierd dream! I wonder how she got in my house and in bed with me without waking me.” I lay there wondering if I should wake her up right now and ask or wait til she wakes up on her own? Then I start thinking “Wait a minute, this doesn’t make any more sense than the dream did!” POOF, I wake up again, this time for real.
I don’t usually remember my dreams at all but this one is still vivid all these years later.
I had a dream recently about having sex with a guy appropriately named Asshole Mike. Not only is he a jerk, but I had promised monogamy to my SO. But…he was there, and already naked, so what the hell? At least it was good.
After that I turned into a superhero with the wings and tail of a peacock, about to fight a giant Amazon woman. Yeah!
Back in the early 90’s I had a recurring dream about a three way with fomer first lady Nancy Reagan and Mother Teresa. I was amazed at how limber they both were for old chicks. Dreams like this are enough to make you realize that you are indeed a disturbed individual.
And yes, I do realize I’m going to hell for even having the dream, much less posting about it here. However, you should be ashamed of yourself for thinking about it enough to imagine the positions that those ladies got into. :eek:
-Belz
Ha! What a crazy world we live in! I once had a dream that involved Carrol Ingles (the mom), a horse whip and a ball gag.
That one was more funny than disturbing. I have had some disturbing dreams that I can’t even bring myself to post.
I’d be curious to know what causes this though.
I don’t think there’s a lot of mystery where your dream is concerned. 
Karen Grassle was smokin’ hot when she was working on Little House, and, since we saw her every week, surrounded by tack, a dream like yours is as natural as rain.
Isn’t it?
I had one about a girl at work whom I wouldn’t regard attractive (for many reasons including her fake tan that has found its way over much of the office)
For some reason the dream had me, erm, giving her pleasure from behind. I commented that, ahem, it was kind of loose back there to which she replied, that was because that’s where everyone gave it to her :o
I, for one, would pay very good money to be able to view the dream that includes all four of you*.
*Okay, I don’t know the last one, and assume it’s a “he”, but still I’m sure it would be hot.
Holy crap! I’ve never seen her outside of character before. I actually feel a lot better now.
Beat this: I’m totally getting hit on by my identical twin sister (aiagh!) but then just as I’m starting to lose my resolveand cooperate, my attention is diverted by the family dog (cocker spaniel), who I start making out with! At this point it went fromplain icky to over-the-top disgusting and I woke up sort of laughing. Incest AND bestiality.
Once in a great while I’ll have a dream where I only notice about halfway through that I’m female. In one particularly memorable one, I was being seduced as one. Crazy.
No, I can’t remember what the guy looked like, but I never had the impression that it was anybody, y’know, famous. Or even anybody that I knew.
Oh, jeez, Fish, you reminded me of another one, damn you. I am on the moon, in a spacesuit. I am male, which is surprising, and I’m a dwarf, which is even more surprising. I’m trying to have sex with another person, a female dwarf astronaut also in a spacesuit, and we’re cruising around in a moon-buggy. All very strange.
I had a dream last week that I was having an affair with Alfie from EastEnders, and I felt SO guilty - not because I was cheating on my husband, but because I was cheating with the husband of Kat, who’s my favorite character.
Apparently, we had the all-day EE marathon on while I was having this dream, which explains why I had it.
I’ve also had some pretty horrible incestuous dreams, but I try to forget those as soon as I wake up.
E.
I’ve had one where I was changing from male to female then back again over and over, at a suprising rate. Durring a huge orgy. In m old middle school (though with adults whom I did not know).
Shib, honey, that’s only because you don’t know me!
Yes, Gael Garcia Bernal is male…and very, very sexy.
Great, I’m not the only one thats had a dream like that…
I am a ruggedly handsome 6’ tall example of red-blooded heterosexual Irish manliness and, as far as I’m aware, perfectly comfortable with both my maleness and sexuality but a few months ago I had an incredibly detailed and realistic dream (which makes me wonder if I didn’t, in some bizarre twilight zone fashion, access somebody elses memories or thoughts) of going on a date…as a girl… (and a mighty fine looking one too I must say). :eek:
Weird thing was there was nothing overtly sexual about it, just a date, and it didn’t feel strange or disturbing at all…perfectly natural in fact. It was only when I’d woken up that it seemed unusual.
I’ll say one thing, you women really do have the best part of the dating game being wined and dined like that. 
I’ve had sex with my brother and father at different times.
And teachers. The weirdest one was when I was in my 8th and 9th grade history teacher’s classroom, it’s empty, etc, and I unzip his pants… to find two small penises looking back at me. I believe that even in the dream I was appropriately freaked out.
Mine was very metaphoric, but when my sister was in high school, she had a friend everyone called Van. He called his, heh, member ‘minivan’. Soon after my sister told me this, I had a dream where I was driving a speeding minivan down a winding road. I preferred not to consider the implications.
-Lil
If I had a nickel for every disturbing sex dream I would at least have about 2 bucks! It seems my subconscious hates me in this department. I wish I knew why so I could forgo any more of these type dreams but haven’t figured it out yet.
I’ve had two dreams about family. One being worse since it was about my 63 year old mother. It’s so horrific I was grossed out for about 2 weeks. I finally told her about it because she’s cool like that and all she could say was, “Wow that must have been pretty awful!” I felt a lot better after talking to her cause she understood, it was more of a nightmare after I woke up.
Yeah but anyhow I would say I’ve never really been able to have a pleasurable sex dream unless it’s disturbing when I wake up. Sometimes it’s with hairy bum looking men, grotesquely obese men, or just gross. The theme always seems to be with someone I would never in a million years EVER want to get it on with. When I do have someone I really like in a dream that would be awesome to sleep with, something always detours me and the person from the actual act. Super frustrating!
Perhaps it’s feelings of not being good enough to actually get someone I would really want. Either way thanks to my wonderful husband I’ve found that if we keep my libido suppressed I don’t have the dreams. I have kind of a crappy self esteem that isn’t very logical because I’m not bad looking. Never had a problem getting a date. I was just picked on a lot as a kid cause I was shy and that’s makes for an easy target.
Doesn’t really bother me to talk about it cause even though I’m bothered by them for a while, a dream is just a dream. If we could control them we wouldn’t be here in the first place.