Oh wow. I just woke up! And I was having a sex dream. Like, a dream about SEX!
I know!
I haven't dreamt about sex in... I don't know how long!
Can you imagine?
Fortunately (heh), you won't have to.
So see, the dream started out in, like, some kind of big, like, hotel banquet room or something. Some kind of fancy room with good, sort of dim-ish lighting, large tables, comfortable chairs. It was some kind of convention or meeting or something and there were a lot of people there, drinking, talking. And I was either scheduled to give some kind of talk or perhaps I had already given it, but either way I was like some kind of important speaker and I was all respected and admired and stuff. (Yay me.)
And in the dream, kinda like in my current real life, I was sort of aloof and stand-off-ish. Kind of distant-ish. Like maybe I was a good speaker, but people would generally know better than to try to, like, get in my space.
And I was kind of soaking up all the admiration and compliments, slightly arrogant, all satisfied with myself, and suddenly I saw a man watching me from across the room. (Hmmmm... Maybe this answers my lesbian question of the other day? If, after tons of time, I have a sex dream featuring a guy, does that mean I'm not a lesbian? Am I maybe bi? Will I have a Xena sex dream tomorrow?) (Ummmm... Xena...)
It was a man with whom I'd once had sex. Depending on definitions, I may have had sex with him twice. And I've been mad at him pretty much ever since. For a long time. And I saw him in my dream and I was still mad at him. (Only me.... Carrying a grudge not only for YEARS, but also into a DREAM.)
And in the dream I was dismayed to see him. Dismayed, but also thinking that I wanted him to see how smart and important and cool I'd become. Because I'd always kind of thought that he'd always somehow had the upper hand in our relationship and this has... wait for it... made me mad for years.
So I was all thinking in my dream, 'Hah! I'm not some dumb, vulnerable, clueless, penniless girl who doesn't know how to count in positive and negative numbers anymore! Hah!'
Because one of my main character flaws, besides the eternal grudge-carrying thing, is that I... Oh wait. That IS the grudge-carrying thing.
Anyway, he came over and sat down beside me. Too close. And in the dream I wanted to scoot my chair away but didn't because I thought it would indicate some kind of weakness. And he was saying something positive about some kind of "scholarly research" I was apparently involved in. (See? Even in dreams I must believe I am meant for some ivory tower...) And I was all cold-ish and detachedly polite to him, and other people kept coming up and saying admiring stuff to me, and I was trying to hide the fact that I was feeling more and more nervous.
And he kept looking at me. Like he thought it was funny that I was being so cold. Like he remembered how I looked without my clothes. And I was getting more and more nervous, and I was mad at myself for getting nervous, and worried that other people would notice that there was something off with my calm, cool, aloof demeanor.
And then he reached out and put his hand against the bare nape of my neck, tightened his grip just a little, and in the dream suddenly it was like all my defenses shuddered and I was abruptly weak. Because what is there about that? A hand on the back of your neck? What is there about it that makes it so devastatingly erotic? Will he pull you close for a kiss? Will he hurt you? Will he push you to your knees? You never know.
People were watching, people were looking in the dream and I was trying to act normal, look normal, look like I was totally in control even as I couldn't keep myself from shaking. He leaned close to me; his face was in my hair, right by my ear, and he said, "I can tell you two things. One, you're still scared of me, and two, you're very, very wet right now..."
And that was it. That was the dream. And I woke up and besides feeling all shaky and stuff, I was all, 'Whoa! Great line!' And I vowed that if I ever start writingartistically merited erotica porn again, I'm so going to use that line.
***
So that was my sex dream. Though, well, actually there wasn't any actual sex in the dream... I guess I'll have to call it my sexualized dream. 'Cause it was pretty sexualized.
But now I've got to get ready for a second midterm...
I know!
I haven't dreamt about sex in... I don't know how long!
Can you imagine?
Fortunately (heh), you won't have to.
So see, the dream started out in, like, some kind of big, like, hotel banquet room or something. Some kind of fancy room with good, sort of dim-ish lighting, large tables, comfortable chairs. It was some kind of convention or meeting or something and there were a lot of people there, drinking, talking. And I was either scheduled to give some kind of talk or perhaps I had already given it, but either way I was like some kind of important speaker and I was all respected and admired and stuff. (Yay me.)
And in the dream, kinda like in my current real life, I was sort of aloof and stand-off-ish. Kind of distant-ish. Like maybe I was a good speaker, but people would generally know better than to try to, like, get in my space.
And I was kind of soaking up all the admiration and compliments, slightly arrogant, all satisfied with myself, and suddenly I saw a man watching me from across the room. (Hmmmm... Maybe this answers my lesbian question of the other day? If, after tons of time, I have a sex dream featuring a guy, does that mean I'm not a lesbian? Am I maybe bi? Will I have a Xena sex dream tomorrow?) (Ummmm... Xena...)
It was a man with whom I'd once had sex. Depending on definitions, I may have had sex with him twice. And I've been mad at him pretty much ever since. For a long time. And I saw him in my dream and I was still mad at him. (Only me.... Carrying a grudge not only for YEARS, but also into a DREAM.)
And in the dream I was dismayed to see him. Dismayed, but also thinking that I wanted him to see how smart and important and cool I'd become. Because I'd always kind of thought that he'd always somehow had the upper hand in our relationship and this has... wait for it... made me mad for years.
So I was all thinking in my dream, 'Hah! I'm not some dumb, vulnerable, clueless, penniless girl who doesn't know how to count in positive and negative numbers anymore! Hah!'
Because one of my main character flaws, besides the eternal grudge-carrying thing, is that I... Oh wait. That IS the grudge-carrying thing.
Anyway, he came over and sat down beside me. Too close. And in the dream I wanted to scoot my chair away but didn't because I thought it would indicate some kind of weakness. And he was saying something positive about some kind of "scholarly research" I was apparently involved in. (See? Even in dreams I must believe I am meant for some ivory tower...) And I was all cold-ish and detachedly polite to him, and other people kept coming up and saying admiring stuff to me, and I was trying to hide the fact that I was feeling more and more nervous.
And he kept looking at me. Like he thought it was funny that I was being so cold. Like he remembered how I looked without my clothes. And I was getting more and more nervous, and I was mad at myself for getting nervous, and worried that other people would notice that there was something off with my calm, cool, aloof demeanor.
And then he reached out and put his hand against the bare nape of my neck, tightened his grip just a little, and in the dream suddenly it was like all my defenses shuddered and I was abruptly weak. Because what is there about that? A hand on the back of your neck? What is there about it that makes it so devastatingly erotic? Will he pull you close for a kiss? Will he hurt you? Will he push you to your knees? You never know.
People were watching, people were looking in the dream and I was trying to act normal, look normal, look like I was totally in control even as I couldn't keep myself from shaking. He leaned close to me; his face was in my hair, right by my ear, and he said, "I can tell you two things. One, you're still scared of me, and two, you're very, very wet right now..."
And that was it. That was the dream. And I woke up and besides feeling all shaky and stuff, I was all, 'Whoa! Great line!' And I vowed that if I ever start writing
***
So that was my sex dream. Though, well, actually there wasn't any actual sex in the dream... I guess I'll have to call it my sexualized dream. 'Cause it was pretty sexualized.
But now I've got to get ready for a second midterm...
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