On Dreams, Pt. II

I'm not sure how much I buy into the idea that dreams are wish fulfillment. Sometimes, yes, obviously.

Last night, for example, I dreamnt myself into a very awkward moment with a former romantic partner. Now we did not exactly leave on the best terms, so her desire for me could have been seen as wish fulfillment on my part.

However my brain knows what it knows. This person promised to be kissy kissy only because she was drunk and only after she was done making out with some girl she'd just met.

Essentially true to life.

So what could be the wishing was that I turned down sexy dream slobbers because I knew it was wrong. I also learned that I have a habit of being placed into dominant roles in relationships by manipulative submissive women, so A) my family screwed me up like everyone else but quietly and B) now I know and there's nothing you can do to stop me from safeguarding against that attack.


Anyway, I felt really good about denying that bitch the satisfaction of using me as a third-string chew toy. Still, I was rather upset that I ever have to consider this person at all, so I grumbled and went back to sleep.

But for resisting temptation even in dream where one can do anything, I was rewarded with a second dream where I received in the mail the latest Green Day CD with the single and some bonus stickers and other bands' demos and then got to go on an international (i.e. Canada) car trip with my friends Jay and for some reason Trips.

If that weren't wish fulfillment enough, after that I dreamed I had sex with an unreasonably attractive Mila Kunis double. At the bottom of a waterside.

Also, I was a pizza boy and apparently a high school geek and the jocks caught us cuddling the next morning and respected me. Fuck. Yes. Dream Dave.