Friday, August 25, 2006
My subconscious keeps ripping me off
The other day, I had a dream in which I was apparently still living in my parents' old house, and I had a man in my bed. All we did was cuddle and talk, but he scrupulously kept his fully-clothed bits away from my body. This morning, I awoke from a dream in which I was at the library with a different man, near closing time, in a dark section of the stacks, but we only got as far as some hugging. Then I woke up to pee, and when I fell back to sleep, I was plunged into a vivid thriller. The kind of thriller in which nothing makes sense, nobody will help me, and I'm fighting for my life against assorted baddies. That dream felt like it went on for hours. The library hugger? That felt like maybe 10, 15 minutes of real time. Listen, I don't even much like to watch or read thrillers, and my life certainly doesn't entail the sort of peril this dream featured. My life also doesn't include much in the way of cuddling with men other than my husband, but come on, now! Why can't I wake up from an abbreviated thriller of a dream, and drift back into hours of dreamland passion? It's just not fair.
Posted by Orange at 4:32 PM