Deprived Dreams
On second thought, maybe I should re-label the subject as "Depraved Dreams" instead. It seems that I am not getting enough nookie (fuck... I'm not getting any at all anymore!). I suppose this, like all things that doesn't kill me, will eventually make me stronger. I know that the motivational value of having sex sometime in the future is enough to get me off my ass and exercise. But I digress... My main point is that this lack of something that I am used to getting on a righteously regular basis is starting to take its toll on me in a suprisingly freudian way; it is showing up in my dreams!
I have NEVER had any prophetic dreams, or any special type of dreams. My dreams are kind of like brain kibble. They are useless little pieces of scenes that when put together don't really make any sense. Yet they feel so real and during the dream, every little nonsense part feels like it has some sort of meaning.
Last night I had a particularly strange dream. I was meeting someone new, some guy. He had long wavy black hair, somewhat androgynously feminine facial features, and he was somewhat slender and not much taller than me. (This is not usually my type. I usually prefer medium to large built guys complete with the ridiculous comic-book square jaw, and I cannot feel any physicial chemistry with anything shorter than me. I guess it is shallow, but why deny your own pleasure just to make your preferences PC?) All I remember was that we were walking in some sort of store, kind of like a grocery store produce section when he asked me a question. I didn't hear him ask the question, so I didn't answer it. Next thing I know he is holding an open pair of scissors against my throat, and growling in my ear a demand to answer the question... properly.
And that's all that I remember about the dream. When I woke up this morning in that just awoke cognitive haze, I thought I did go out on a date with someone. (That part of the dream felt so real.) The real world details of my mundane life gradually drifted into focus. I am wide awake now, but I still feel mildly aroused by the sensation of the pressure of a blunt blade against my throat combined with an authoritative voice demanding something of me.
Christ, I need to get laid... or better toys...
I have NEVER had any prophetic dreams, or any special type of dreams. My dreams are kind of like brain kibble. They are useless little pieces of scenes that when put together don't really make any sense. Yet they feel so real and during the dream, every little nonsense part feels like it has some sort of meaning.
Last night I had a particularly strange dream. I was meeting someone new, some guy. He had long wavy black hair, somewhat androgynously feminine facial features, and he was somewhat slender and not much taller than me. (This is not usually my type. I usually prefer medium to large built guys complete with the ridiculous comic-book square jaw, and I cannot feel any physicial chemistry with anything shorter than me. I guess it is shallow, but why deny your own pleasure just to make your preferences PC?) All I remember was that we were walking in some sort of store, kind of like a grocery store produce section when he asked me a question. I didn't hear him ask the question, so I didn't answer it. Next thing I know he is holding an open pair of scissors against my throat, and growling in my ear a demand to answer the question... properly.
And that's all that I remember about the dream. When I woke up this morning in that just awoke cognitive haze, I thought I did go out on a date with someone. (That part of the dream felt so real.) The real world details of my mundane life gradually drifted into focus. I am wide awake now, but I still feel mildly aroused by the sensation of the pressure of a blunt blade against my throat combined with an authoritative voice demanding something of me.
Christ, I need to get laid... or better toys...