had a dream that started out kind of sexy and for a number of irrelevant dream-state reasons involved my having to explain to a partner that i didn’t want to suck on his titties. i think it was supposed to turn into an anxiety dream about having to negotiate sexual boundaries but instead he smiled and, very sympathetic, told me “of course - i know you’re a freudian, i’m sorry that didn’t occur to me,” sort of saying he should have remembered how i felt about oral fixations, and then the rest of the dream was me trying with increasing desperation to convince him that i was not a freudian and he just laughed and laughed, like i was being sort of foolish and silly, and said he knew how i really felt, and didn’t my unconscious mind reveal the truth about me, and so on. and by then i was so distressed that i was yelling at him in the dream - not that i actually fully realized i was dreaming - and shouted “dream interpretation is a crock of shit!” with such force that it woke me up.
now that this post has largely stopped circulating i feel that i can safely reveal what set this off. my dream partner was. well okay he was lestat iwTV. and the reason i would not suck on his titties is that, well, in the dream, i was deeply and passionately concerned about the possibility that this would cause me to be exposed to some substance called. well.
“vampire milk”