I hear a bunch of stories about dreams and I'm always amused by them. Mine are very nearly always normal. They've got a few weird qualities, but nothing spectacularly odd. Nothing like playing a vibraphone in a pool or Mike being Travis. They're usually lucid, too. I've got full control. Last night, for example, I was at a large party in a large house (I believe both the party and the house were mine) and was enjoying myself, orchestrating the party, getting overly worried about small disasters... The shit I always do at parties. The only odd moment of the whole party: I asked somebody out. That's the weird bit. As weird as my dreams get. Hell, the real party I was at last night was stranger than the one that followed after I passed out.
I bet that means something just as far-out as any analysis on your dreams would, though.
Just thought I'd share that.
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They all deal with sex somehow.
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