I had a rather odd dream last night, that for some reason I feel I must post. Most of the dreams I remember deal with me backing up the car very slowly, unable to get in gear and am late for something or another. This one though, I was shopping with some friends at a Target type store and most of us were buying just the usual type stuff like food, cleaning supplies etc.
I on the other had had one of those hand carry baskets full of womens underwear. They were not thongs or anything particularly erotic, just your basic hanes type underwear. They were pink, baby blue with frills and flowers and things on them. Among about 20 pairs of these types of panties I think I also spied one bra.
Now I have never really had much interest in wearing womens clothing. Sure if there was a party or something I would not object to wearing the apparel of the the fairer sex, but it is not something I am actively interested in trying on my own. So unless mens under garments feel like burlap compared to the soft silky luxury of panties, I don’t think I will make the switch anytime soon.
I should probably just delete this like I do with most of my posts, but since I haven’t been very active lately I’ll go ahead and submit.
Maybe you were buying them for someone? Next time you have the dream, let me know, and send some my way - I’ll tell you my wife’s size in the dream. I suspect most men hate buying women’s underwear for their SOs.
Last night, I dreamed that I was poor black teenager who had been invited in to the Avengers’ Mansion and found that behind closed doors, Captain America and the rest were jaded and cruel aristocrats who enjoyed having ordinary people debase themselves for money. Then came the bit where I found I had the power to rewind time. Later, I travelled to another planet and engaged in combat with other spaceships which involved a lot of looking for alien relics which served as power-ups and had been conveniently scattered over the surface of the planet.
That sort of dream is standard for me. Something as mundane as standing in a store holding women’s underwear is strange to you?
In the dream I had last night: I find myself on a mountain. Naked. Lookin’ out at the world, and smilin’ at everthing I see. Naked. Then the mountain suddenly vanishes, and I fall (yes, still naked) into a giant bowl of grape juice. I swim to the edge and climb out. Next thing I know, the bowl is gone, but there is a big bottle of whiskey in my hand. And I’m *still *naked. But before the alchohol can make me feel OK about being naked, the alien space ship comes in and demolishes the planet.
This is not too out of the ordinary for me, but I am a genious, which means that I’m also insane.
Zap, could your dream possibly have been subliminally influenced by something you heard on the radio recently? Something to the tune of “Winter Wonderland”? With these lyrics?
