I had a rare dream last night. Most people would describe it as light foreplay, at most, but it's as erotic as my dreams ever get. I had a familiar name for the 'man of my dreams', but my waking self knows there really wasn't any connection. I am extraordinarily grateful my sub-conscious has always used (ex-)lovers' names and never pulled up, say, the name of a family member for these dreams. I am not sure I would ever really forgive myself. I mean, it was a teacher's name, once, and I still get all squicked over it, when I remember. Yes, yes, I know there's no real controlling some things in dreams, and we really can't be held accountable for the content, but.... ew.
I had a rare dream last night. Most people would describe it as light foreplay, at most, but it's as erotic as my dreams ever get. I had a familiar name for the 'man of my dreams', but my waking self knows there really wasn't any connection. I am extraordinarily grateful my sub-conscious has always used (ex-)lovers' names and never pulled up, say, the name of a family member for these dreams. I am not sure I would ever really forgive myself. I mean, it was a teacher's name, once, and I still get all squicked over it, when I remember. Yes, yes, I know there's no real controlling some things in dreams, and we really can't be held accountable for the content, but.... ew.
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