Jung and Freud spinning with excitement in their coffins

[smokingboot]

But no-one else will find this interesting. I wasn't going to record it, I'm in the middle of my assignment, but the images just hit me again so I may as well get rid of them.


A young Greek man, very dark, kissed my neck and shoulders. I gasped because I could really feel it, and was very close to passing out with the intensity of it. I was confused, not knowing whether to respond or whether to pretend I didn't feel a thing, with a strong sense that if I didn't do something soon, the choice would be made for me. He teased me a bit saying 'He's so cuuuute!' in a sort of squealing falsetto. I gathered he was making fun of me, that I must have said something like this about him before, and the joke was that of course, I had seriously underestimated him.

I was so close to fainting I thought I really must do something, because blacking out around this guy would just be so crap. So I responded and kissed him, not the whole tongues down throat thing, just a kiss to let him know the action wasn't all his, I wasn't just a victim. He suddenly looked seriously at me, as though he had to be very careful. It was good to know that this dizzy helplessness so tangible to me wasn't all one way. Other people came by and we both jumped back. I realised that any contact between us was dangerous, and I wondered why, what was wrong with him or me, all the while attempting not to let his skin touch mine. This was hard as all of a sudden we were in one of those little temporary workman's huts and more and more people kept coming in. Plus, even without them, he seemed to fill most of the hut. He had turned into a giant white snake (yes, I know!) and people sat on his coils and he wrapped himself around them. I could not avoid touching him if I stayed, and I wasn't going to let people see what would happen to me if I did, so I left.

Scenario 2; in some kind of roleplay game, vampires and monsters, but the players had really become these things. I had a partner/brother/protector, no-one from real life. He gave me a gun I didn't know how to use, and pushed me away from him. I looked back, in time to know he was turning into something. All I had to do was get away and be free. The way out was through some kind of hedge barrier, then through one of those bizarre queue lines lined out with posts and ribbons, the sort you get at the cinema, zig-zagging in and out. Hidden people were beckoning me through. I blundered through the imbecile game and without any skill or deserving, thoughtlessly escaped.



The first part of the dream was much more fun than the second *grin*

Comments

[cyanidemigraine.livejournal.com]

giant white snake eh?


(giggles)

as for him saying "heeeeess ssooo cute" well he was greek, and behind you, maybe you were a man in your dream but knew it not?

:)

Giant White Snakes

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

*Puts hands over eyes in embarrassment*

For my next dream I'm expecting Sigmund Freud to turn up telling me I've won a big prize and offering me his pipe...

Re: Giant White Snakes

[caddyman.livejournal.com]

To paraphrase Freud himself, sometimes a snake is just a snake.

Of course, I'm not sure that's any less embarrassing.

Re: Giant White Snakes

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

In my desperation to provide myself with a non-blushworthy excuse, I have decided that as all dreams are about sex, sex dreams must be about something else; This one, bringing me face to, er, face, with Freud et al, must be about my assignment for the couselling course, in and of itself a total monster. Obvious really.