This morning, I dreamed that I was cheating on my old High School homeroom teacher, with her "husband" Jon Stewart, on what looked eerily similar to the leather couch my parents had when I was a kid. - Paging Dr. Freud...!
It was a fairly innocent encounter, as these go, merely a caress and an embrace, but somewhat complicated by the fact that I was, for reasons unknown, topless. I honestly don't know why I'd hang out on a couch with Jon Stewart in just my underpants and not be hyper aware of that fact, or if perhaps my top simply vanished at a convenient moment (thanks, dream!), but in any case, while I was aware that the illicitness of the situation probably heightened the experience, I was unable to enjoy it fully due to my crippling fear of being caught.
(Yesterday, I was reading a collection of stories of how scorned lovers found their exes cheating on them, which is probably what brought this whole dream on. What's perhaps interesting is that my subconscious chose to cast me as "the other woman," even after being together with Sven for 7 years, and married to him for 4.)
Anyway, I was just about to pull away and say "we can't do this," when Sven came to wake me up, which was kind of a shock to my system, because Dream!Me did not have a husband and was only concerned about the sanctity of Mrs. Cassini's and Jon Stewart's sacred vows to each other. And then my clock radio started talking about certain kindergartens and schools limiting the amount of hugs children can have when being dropped off(?) I dunno, I was still pretty out of it, and slipped back into the dream, but now Jon Stewart and I were outside a kindergarten (I was thankfully no longer topless), and we had to jump into a huge pool of water(?) to exit the premises, which was so great, because getting soaked, combined with all the confusion of parents coming and going, meant that nobody would be able to tell what we'd been up to(?), so I decided to celebrate that by giving him a brief peck on the lips. In public. Good thinking, Dream!Me.
And then I *really* woke up, because what the hell? Man, dreams are awesome. :)
It was a fairly innocent encounter, as these go, merely a caress and an embrace, but somewhat complicated by the fact that I was, for reasons unknown, topless. I honestly don't know why I'd hang out on a couch with Jon Stewart in just my underpants and not be hyper aware of that fact, or if perhaps my top simply vanished at a convenient moment (thanks, dream!), but in any case, while I was aware that the illicitness of the situation probably heightened the experience, I was unable to enjoy it fully due to my crippling fear of being caught.
(Yesterday, I was reading a collection of stories of how scorned lovers found their exes cheating on them, which is probably what brought this whole dream on. What's perhaps interesting is that my subconscious chose to cast me as "the other woman," even after being together with Sven for 7 years, and married to him for 4.)
Anyway, I was just about to pull away and say "we can't do this," when Sven came to wake me up, which was kind of a shock to my system, because Dream!Me did not have a husband and was only concerned about the sanctity of Mrs. Cassini's and Jon Stewart's sacred vows to each other. And then my clock radio started talking about certain kindergartens and schools limiting the amount of hugs children can have when being dropped off(?) I dunno, I was still pretty out of it, and slipped back into the dream, but now Jon Stewart and I were outside a kindergarten (I was thankfully no longer topless), and we had to jump into a huge pool of water(?) to exit the premises, which was so great, because getting soaked, combined with all the confusion of parents coming and going, meant that nobody would be able to tell what we'd been up to(?), so I decided to celebrate that by giving him a brief peck on the lips. In public. Good thinking, Dream!Me.
And then I *really* woke up, because what the hell? Man, dreams are awesome. :)