Last night I had a dream where I was living in an apartment building on the second to third floor. I only know this because I was looking out the window at the end of the dream. I’m trying very hard to remember other details to it but all I remember was an older man, he was so-so attractive but that’s all, nothing nice about him. He was apparently a powerful man, and a very lecherous one at that. He kept wanting me to have sex with him or else. I remember trying to ignore him and working on God knows what… to try and avoid him. He got on my bed and kept telling me to have sex with him. The whole tone could be best described as perverse and disturbing. Once he realized I wasn’t going to do anything with him, he got up and went on a tyrade. He took all of my clothes and dumped them in the trash, I can even remember the sound of the cans getting things thrown into it. And he stormed off to the building across the street; that’s all I remember from that. I’m glad the dream ended because it might have morphed into something worse, actually a lot of my dreams are like that. Dreams where I wake up and thank God it didn’t continue because then my dream would be classified a nightmare. I haven’t had a nightmare in a long time, where I wake up panting and sweating, and I know that I should thank God for that because my last one was awful, just awful… anyways!
This might make me seem weird, but that dream had me thinking about love. I know the dream had nothing to do with love but I thought what would’ve happened if the man in my dream was different and somebody I loved and loved me back (and wasn’t so perverse). Nobody can say that a sex dream made you feel bad (that is if it was with somebody in the dream that you supposedly loved, of course rape dreams and sex dreams with a family member are going to make you feel terrible/disturbed). I love having them *blush* because I always feel wonderful when I wake up, and I just now realized that all of my good sex dreams were with somebody I loved in the dream, and not something raunchy. I always wake up with the immense feeling of love. Right now I’m feeling something I rarely do, and that is wanting to be with somebody. I’m an independent gal, and I whole-heartedly feel that you don’t need a man to complete you. You are your own person, and a significant other just enhances the best in you. But this is the first time in a long time that I sincerely miss being with some one, and wish I had somebody to love and make love with. I just can’t help it. I’m so close to going and flirting with somebody just so I can feel good about myself, but I’m going to stop myself… lol, because I know that’s not the wise way, and so I’m doing this! Writing it to a website and to myself… and I already feel a bit better.
No comments:
Post a Comment