Yes, it's fair to say that I'm used to odd dreams, recurring dreams and dreams based around a single theme. Not so long ago I was having a series of dreams about setting off on long journeys only to be thwarted in my travel plans and never quite reaching my destination. The insightful La Belette Rouge very kindly decoded these dreams and suggested I may be experiencing some sort of frustration with life or perhaps with unfulfilled ambition. As soon as I read it I knew she was right. The dreams stopped immediately and I set about making some necessary changes.
When I say 'the dreams stopped' I mean of course that those dreams stopped, because I continued on having weird and sometimes wonderful dreams as per usual.
Now, brace yourselves folks because there's no easy way to say this. For the last 10 nights I have been having the most vivid and, how should I phrase this...erm, provocative dreams. Are you catching my drift here? Don't make me spell it out. (Three letter word ending in x. No, it's not fox, box or sox. Although the last one could be pretty close. Ahem)
Now, the first couple of dreams were just fine and dandy. George Clooney made an early appearance (yum!) followed by John Mayer. I saw John Mayer in concert last year and thought he was very easy on the eye at the time but hadn't really given it much thought since. OK, so far so good.
Then came a succession of ex-boyfriends. Hmmm.....some more welcome in my dreams than others, but OK I could see the logic of how my sleeping brain might be working.
Then came last night's dream. I dreamt I was in flagrante delicto with an ex-neighbour of mine. I haven't seen this man for more than 12 years, and he's 70 if he's a day. Oh. My. God! What is going on? And in the dream - which I am mentally trying to exorcise even as I write - I was totally enraptured by him. I woke up this morning feeling quite disturbed. If I hadn't been planning to have a shower I would have jumped in one anyway to stop myself feeling so grubby. Urgh!
I'm almost tempted not to sleep tonight. I may well make myself some strong espressos and sit upright in a chair so as not to fall asleep. I mean, who is going to be next? Oh, I can't even contemplate. Someone please decipher these dreams and put me out of my misery.