Dream Log: December 30, 2002

The latest in a series of particularly strange and vivid dreams came last night. My father had taken me to a strip club, not something that would be normal in our family. After a minute, he ordered lap dances for both of us. He got his first, then the cute asian girl came over to me. She started to dance for a second, then stopped. She leaned up and said, in a language that I've never heard before but somehow understood, something to the effect of, "I know you're a space alien." The English translation actually appeared to me in the dream as subtitles, but I didn't need them.

For a moment I carefully considered the possibility that I was an alien but hadn't known it. Somehow it made sense. The girl then giggled and walked off, leaving me confused and a bit dissappointed that I hadn't received my dance.

In another one from a few days ago, my mom and I were at her house, where I grew up, exploring the attic. As we were browsing through some box, an old dog came up behind us and dropped its food dish at our feet. Though it looked quite normal, it was plainly obvious to both of us that this was the dead dog that had once belonged to the house's previous owners. This was mildly creepy, but we weren't scared.

Later, when we were out of the attic, I wondered why we assumed the dog was dead and why we hadn't gone to get it some food. I asked my mother, and she said, "I didn't feel the presence of its life force." That made sense to me.

That night I went back up to the attic, to find that a group of long-dead historical figures had gathered there. They came to attend a class I was to teach about the world of the living in modern times. They looked lifelike, but most of them were a little worse for wear. I had some scars and my head was in bandages from an accident that had happened that day (in the dream). Because of this, I had to assure them that I was in fact still living. One of the great classical composers, perhaps Mozart or Beethoven was in attendance. His body rose up out of his piano and he played a bit before the class commenced. (The music he played was not classical, but rather something like you heard in the old Western saloons in the movies.) Cleopatra was also there, receiving cunnilingus from some dead fellow.

These dreams have had a completely different feel than my usual ones, and I have remembered them mush more clearly than I usually do. I have a feeling that they are somehow a sign of an approaching novel point in my life.

...in whisphers...
So, do you want to be fuck-buddies?
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Completely not at all what I want. And might I add, this was an emotional dream like none other I can remember having in years. So, here is what I remember:

There were two actors in the dream: one was a teacher I had at one point in my life, and the other is a pretty girl. Incidentally, I know one of these people very well, and the other not so well at all. The strangest thing of all, is that both actors in the dream were acting in a sexually aggressive manner towards me; but, the dream was not a fantasy dream as they usually occur to me.

Sketchy my memory is of the dream right now, as it's nearly 24 hours after it happened. Here are some elements of the dream, in no particular order:

A) Religion exam in some school somewhere. This was the hardship that the old teacher was facing, but, it was the spouse of said teacher who actually had to take it.

B) A kiss from said teacher. A coarse, rough, unwanted kiss. Just a peck on the cheek.

C) Fuckbuddy. I hate that word; yet that was exactly what was said, albeit shyly, yet with affection and so much desire.

So, it went down like this.

The dream seemed to be paned into two different windows, split vertically down my field of vision in the dream. On the left side was the despondant teacher, fervently aching for emotional outpouring, and on the right side was the young, attractive girl, wearing pink, and wrapped up in a soft blanket, twisting in girlish expressions of love and lust. She was all wrapped up in emotion that I couldn't resist being spellbound, despite my disliking for that terrible word/phrase.

I agreed to consent, and indeed became a "buddy."

Though I woke up before anything happened. Damn.

The dream was particuarly emotional for me because I cared deeply for the person on the left, and was very upset at the person for kissing me. And, the new lust towards the pretty girl on the right was fueling my libido at the same time, so I was being torn bewteen being a good friend to the left, and submitting to the desire I felt for the right. Eventually, because the left had angered me with the unwarranted kiss, I turned to the right, and that section of the dream took over entirely. Then I woke.

I want to go back!