My subconscious used to cockblock me CONSTANTLY. Like someone mentioned above, when I had a (long-distance) boyfriend and dreamt of macking with a Hot Actor, I had guilt show up, even if I knew it was a dream and was thinking "Dream macking is not cheating, subconscious. SHUT UP AND GET SOME." But no, I'd get surprising accidents, or I'd suddenly switch characters (and occasionally genres, going from a make-out moment to a sudden car chase with no segue), or I'd get yada-yada-ed, and I'd suddenly be post-coital and have no idea what happened specifically but would have to deal with cheatery drama. Due to the lack of real-life makeouts, this just seemed mean of my brain.
The worst, though...I was making out with my boyfriend in a dream, which was awesome. In my dream I thought, "It's the boyfriend...so not cheating! This will happen! WOO!" Things were progressing smoothly, and we were just about to get down to brass tacks when there was a knock on the door and then...
DICK CHENEY burst into the room. Wearing a small black leather thong. Pulling Lynn Cheney behind him. And he thought what we were doing was awesome, and totally wanted to join in.
And then, my brain yanked me from a lovely makeout dream into a horrible nightmare where I had to explain to the creepass Vice President why I did not want to have a foursome with him and his wife, and my boyfriend snuck out the back door, and I kept trying to get the Cheneys to leave but they wouldn't...it was horrible. And when I woke up I was so incredibly angry at my brain. SO MAD.
On the other hand, I tell this story all the time because traumatizing others is totally the up-side to the worst dream ever.
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branchandroot
The worst dream I ever had:
Date: 2008-07-14 01:01 am (UTC)The worst, though...I was making out with my boyfriend in a dream, which was awesome. In my dream I thought, "It's the boyfriend...so not cheating! This will happen! WOO!" Things were progressing smoothly, and we were just about to get down to brass tacks when there was a knock on the door and then...
DICK CHENEY burst into the room. Wearing a small black leather thong. Pulling Lynn Cheney behind him. And he thought what we were doing was awesome, and totally wanted to join in.
And then, my brain yanked me from a lovely makeout dream into a horrible nightmare where I had to explain to the creepass Vice President why I did not want to have a foursome with him and his wife, and my boyfriend snuck out the back door, and I kept trying to get the Cheneys to leave but they wouldn't...it was horrible. And when I woke up I was so incredibly angry at my brain. SO MAD.
On the other hand, I tell this story all the time because traumatizing others is totally the up-side to the worst dream ever.