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Feb. 6th, 2006

Boring sexual content.
I'm still a little pissed off about the kid that I punched in my dream. It's not like he was the only one, but he was being a little shit. I pretty much singled him out as the bearer of my brunt. Completely unfair, and annoying to me. I wanted a freaking cattle prod to go after everyone.

None of the people in the dream were beased on actual people that I know, they were all sort of composites of generic people. Extras in the dream world so to speak. With the exception of the sex part, which wasn't exactly sex, but it was definitely sexual-- there was nakedness and kissing and nibbling, but also the understanding that it could only go just so far. And that was with a representation of an actual person I know (who shall remain nameless because it wasn't actually her, nor was it really a complete representation, but it was what I consider an aspect).

When I have sexual content in dreams, it always seems like the target is someone I know, or (more accurately) based on someone I know. There are enough differences that it's pretty obvious that it's not actually a representation of that person; usually when there is a representational person, it represents an aspect of myself that the person "reflects" or "shapes" (thus the aspect), sort of like a funhouse mirror. When it comes to dreams with sexual content, it's not about sex, but about sensuality and physicality, sensation and focus.

The other people in the dream-- the partygoers-- all of them were in costume, and rather detailed. I recognized a couple of civil-war-era costumes, a jedi or two, some furries, some fetish wear, I think there was even a Captain Kangaroo. None of that really seemed to matter, but I'm a little surprised at the detail of the costumes and the faces. Usually the generic people are more... well, generic.

The behavior was more consistent though. When I was asking (and telling) the people to leave, a lot of them were asking why, and weren't satisfied when I told them it was my bedroom, I was trying to sleep because I had to work in the morning.

In this case, I think it's more a reflection that I'm stressing about a bunch of stuff in my life lately, and what I really want is to have a time when I can kick back, relax, and have some rather carefree hedonistic time, but I'm frustrated by responsibilities and obligations.

Kinda dull when you think about it.

Sort of an aside: I never dream of fat people, or ugly people, or disfigured people. They're all fairly normal. Heights differ, as do hair color, eye color, hairstyles, beards, clothing.

Meaningless statistic of the day: The average woman in France is 5'3" and 140 lbs. In the US, the average is 5'4" and 160.

Unavailable rodent hindquarters.

Frinky mind things going on in my head. Jumbled, tossing, mental equivalent of watching the clothes in the dryer at the laundromat. I don't know if I want to spend the time and energy to get some of those things out, or if I should just let it go and move on to other stuff. I don't know that I have a choice, really. I think if it's something that needs focus, it will yank focus.

Foundation inspection today. We'll see how it goes.


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Feb. 6th, 2006 06:46 pm (UTC)
The average woman in France is 5'3" and 140 lbs

Huh. Those are the dimensions I'm going for, exactly. I'm 5'3", and working on the 140 lbs part.
Feb. 6th, 2006 07:00 pm (UTC)
I don't think it's dull/boring.

I like you and your dreams.
Feb. 6th, 2006 07:07 pm (UTC)
and, of course, may your foundation be solid.
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