And it was about a man I find extremely unattractive.
Except, clearly, in my subconscious.
Actually, the dream was about two men. Three, if you count my husband (which, if you were conducting a census, you would). One of the men is someone I do find quite attractive, so it wasn't that odd that he popped up in my dream (um... metaphorically speaking).
My husband, Handsome Man and I were all on an aeroplane, and my husband and HM were arguing about which direction we were heading. (Freudians, you can just shut up right now.) Then a third, unattractive man boarded the plane via the emergency exit, which was peculiar as we were mid flight.
UM walked straight up to me, took my hand, and began kissing me.
"This is strange," I thought to myself as I passionately returned his embrace. "This man quite repulses me. And yet this is rather erotic." (Note that I didn't find it 'strange' that he had boarded a plane mid flight. So goes the shaky logic of dreams.)
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| Artist's impression of WHAT MY HUSBAND RUINED |
And then I woke up.
There is no moral to this story. There is nothing you can take away from it and use to enrich your own life.
Unless, of course, you are the Unattractive Man. In which case, you should feel mighty good right about now. And hope that next time, bloody Melissa Doyle doesn't interrupt our rendezvous.
*which is a whole other post in itself - I mean, not very considerate, huh?**
**and before he starts bombarding this post with comments***, yes, he had the earplugs in, but the light from the screen was still dazzling
***assuming he will read this post, which he probably won't****
****which is a good thing, considering it's about inappropriate sex dreams
