My Subconscious Strikes Again

Last night I dreamt that I, er, got frisky with one of my good male friends.

Well, no, that's not quite accurate.

I dreamt that I almost got frisky with one of my good male friends, but before the deal could be sealed, so to speak, a myriad of events occurred to prevent it...in ways that only my warped psyche could concoct. These included, but were not limited to: a premature ejaculation, random couples walking through the room (including such characters as his real-life roommate and "the smelly kid" from elementary school), and a whole horde of people coming into the room to label things in Spanish.

Yes. Spanish.

Right.

Needless to say, I woke up with the same thought I always have after such nocturnal escapades...

"Well now... that was interesting!"

I don't get all freaked out when I have a sex dream about someone I actually know. I've done my research, and while the jury is still out on Freud's theories in general, I do like what he has to say about this one, which is: if you have a sex dream about someone you know, it does not necessarily mean that you secretly want to jump his/her bones, but rather that there is some aspect of that person's personality that you find attractive.

This, of course, is totally applicable here. The guy is a good friend, of course there are aspects of his personality I find attractive.

Though I do have to wonder... does the same theory apply if you only attempt to shag this person in your dream? Does that mean I am only attempting to find those qualities attractive? And how exactly would one go about doing that anyway?

Personally, I think it just means that I need to get laid. If my sexual frustration has reached such epic proportions that it's manifesting itself in my dreams, methinks it is time to take matters out of my own hands... and into someone else's!

Easier said than done, of course... but a girl can dream, right?

Oh wait. Apparently I can't.

Damnit.