I try not to read into my dreams too much. It tends to make me nervous. But since last night was a bit of a repeat dream, I can't help but wonder what it means.
Okay, it wasn't technically a sex dream, since there was no sex involved. There was the hint of sex. The expectation of sex. The possibility. But no actual booty-shaking.
And the concept of a sex dream isn't what's bothering me. It's the person that was in the dream. This isn't a person that I'd normally dream about, or even fantasize about. But twice now, over two years, he has ended up in a dream of mine, discussing something like mayonaisse or whatever, while quietly nibbling my ear.
What's up with that? This is not a person I even want to fantasize about. There is no real reason.
And I guess, whatever, that's no big deal. I'm cool with that. Freaky people show up in your sex dreams. That happens to everyone. The thing that's bothering me is that both times the two of us never actually had sex because at one point I completely grossed him out.
The first time I think I said something that he thought was really stupid, and he said that he lost all respect for me as a smart girl, and really just couldn't go through with sleeping with someone as dumb as I was.
But last night, it was just silly. He leaned over me to kiss me, and then he started sniffing. And he was sniffing all over my arms and chest, and I realized that he could smell my feet.
My feet were stinky. Bad. Bad stinky.
I tried pushing them away. My feet. I was enlongating my legs and trying to make them stretch out and fall off the bed. Like I could just kick off my feet and it wasn't a problem. But the more I did that, the more my feet just got closer and closer to my head, until my leg was bent under my shoulder, and my left swamp-foot was resting on my pillow.
I tried stammering an explanation, but he was too offended, and walked out of the room.