I had one last night - I dreamt I had sex with my therapist.
Now this would be more of a concern to me if I were actually seeing my therapist, but I stopped my sessions with him last year so it’s not current. The really weird part is how I said to him in the dream that it meant he couldn’t be my therapist any more for ethical reasons and his response was “No it’s okay, because we really wanted to do this it has a pure motivation, so I can carry on counselling you”.
The fact that he’s married and has children and isn’t gay doesn’t seem to have stopped me having a fairly vivid sex dream about him :o
I once had a dream where Nick Carter from the Backstreet Boys died in a horrible car crash, as well as some of his family. Because he was still famous at the time I had my dream, I saw extensive news coverage about it. I’ve never been a Nick Carter fan, but neither am I one to wish death on someone just because I don’t like their music, so it kind of put me in oogy territory.
For weeks afterward, if I saw his picture in a magazine, it would throw me. I would think to myself, “Didn’t he die?” and it would take a few seconds to remind myself it was a dream.
I’ve never cared for the Bush’. Not their politics, not their family…not at all.
So I was really upset that I had a dream that George W. and I met up at some function where he was much younger, and I met his wife <Not Barbara>. George and I had a brief, intimate conversation, where I said I was glad for him, glad he’d moved on and was having a good life.
I was upset because, in the dream, he and I had um…been together…for quite a while in the past. He’d been a bad boy then, <in the dream>, and somehow that was sorta MY fault, so we split up when he decided he wanted to go into politics. Having me around wasn’t going to improve his chances, apparantly!
Anyway, the reason for the upsettedness was that, upon waking, I knew EXACTLY WHAT IT FELT LIKE TO FEEL ROMANTIC AND WARM about someone I really, really disliked.
Not really in the same category but I once had a dream that my mother passionately kissed a large spider and explained that they were the best kissers because of their long tongues. Even in the dream I was pretty damn grossed out.
I have a recurring dream about pulling a hair out of my mouth, and it just keeps going on and on and piling up around my feet and legs until I finally get to the end and it pops loose from my stomach. Like a magician pulling scarves from a sleeve.
Well, I haven’t told anyone this recent dream of mine, it’s just so ridiculously x rated but if there ever was a thread for it it’s this one.
There was a lot of peripheral business but the core of it was falling in lust with comedian Ian Lee and we were in bed together and it all ended in a massive case of premature ejaculation before penetration – which was just as well because his penis had the girth of a small tree and was around two and a half foot long. it was fun to play with but!
I remembered this shortly after I got up and nearly fell down the stairs laughing.
Comedy edited to add omg what if the guy’s a Doper!
I once had this horrific dream. It started on a small island where robots where being introduced as domestic help. Incredibly human looking life-like robots. And this one that was in the house I was staying in kept malfunctioning.
And each accident nearly killed me.
Finally, I decided to sent her/it back. I was trying to disassemble her when her hand grabbed something & she attacked me and I just barely got her turned off before she killed me. Freaked out by this, I not only pulled the power source out of her, I disassembled her legs & shipped them back that night. When I got home from the UPS place, I turned off the light, climbed the stairs & went to sleep.
In the dream, it as like 3AM when I heard funny sounds from the first floor. I woke up and walked to the banister. I looked down to see a light go off. At that, I thought there was a break in and I went downstairs with a baseball bat. as I got closer to the kitchen, I heard some rustling & some rattling. A called out for them to come out, and all sound stopped. I then crept closer to the kitchen, as silently as I could. As I got there, I thought it might be best to ‘surprise’ the intruder, so I turned the corner & flipped on the lights all at the same time. What I saw (in the dream) made me drop the bat.
There, sitting in a wheelchair, was the robot-girl.
I had a recent dream that my husband and I were helping toddler-aged blind children learn to downhill ski. We’d made some small mounds of snow that they had to, for some reason, learn to ski UP before they could learn to ski down. All the kids were almost Maggie Simpson-ish in their snow suits, mittens, hoods up and boots. For some reason they were all eating huge popsicles that they were holding with both hands as they went up the snow mounds.
Every once in awhile a kid would get partially up the snow mound and fall over backwards. They’d just let themselves fall, sort of like you were flopping down to make a snow angel, because they had so much padding on their clothes.
Suddenly, one of the kids accidentally slid backwards off the cliff and as we watched in horror, the child was happily falling away into nothing eating their popsicle waiting to land. I remember thinking, “how long do you think it will take before they realize it’s taking too long to land and that they’re not actually just falling off a snow mound? They are going to be so scared!”. We just stood there and watched as the child got smaller and smaller. It was terrible.
This sort of reminds me about bad dreams I had when I was little. Do you know what a walking doll is? If not, here’s one, and they’re a big doll that sort of walks when you hold them by the hands. I had one that I liked a lot, but eventually she broke and couldn’t be fixed. After that I had nightmares about her being in the trash truck and screaming for help as she was brutally crushed…
That is scary…! We all had toys growing up that our parents ‘disappeared’ on us. Toys we loved & that we wished were searching for us just as hard as we were searching for them.
Personally, as a kid, I always seemed fascinated by stairwells or banisters or that scary emptiness within the center of them that seemed to drop forever. Perhaps it was all those warnings to leave them alone ‘before I fell down one’?
One of my kid ‘ghost’ dreams was that I was being chased around my bedroom by these evil faceless men. They had skin the color of black plastic, wore all black clothes & derbys. They seemed to spring out from the corners of the room at me.
Thinking I’d be safe, I dived onto my bed and hid under the covers. The bed then levitated off the ground and moved slowly out of the room. I thought it was some ‘Bed-knobs & Broomsticks’ happy ending… when I realized that the bed was approaching the stairwell.
The dream ended with the bed, with me in it, being thrown down the stairwell with incredible force…
I dimly recall having a dream where (in order to save the planet from destruction and humanity from enslavement) I had to have sex with a squishy alien on a parade float.
It was an anxiety dream more than anything - the thing was repulsive, crowds lined the streets watching, and i knew couldn’t find a way to keep it going, we were dooooooomed. Awesome.
Every once in a while, SWMBO wakes up and gives me hell for something I did in her dreams.
I guess the skeeviest dream I have ever had was a quite erotic dream in which I was having hot monkey sex with a very lovely young lady who was only about 14 or so.
Had a really gross dream once. I was on a spaceship with a bunch of teenagers. Everybody had to sleep in these cramped bunks, but the most disgusting part was that there were no bathrooms, you had to crap into this clear garbage bag assigned to you. At some inteval when everybodys poobags were full you lined up and dumped your bag into a trash compactor thing. While waiting in line I lost my grip on my bag and turds fell all over the place.
…people behind me were pissed off I was holding up the line .
