Weirdness

2011-09-02

I don't remember this dream very well, especially since it was one of a pair that I had in the same night. I don't remember the other one at all, so I guess this dream's got that much going for it at least.

It took place in my neighborhood, more or less. Basically, it took place in an area composed of my block and a couple of others nearby. All the houses in the vicinity have been replaced by the types of tents and shacks that you'd find at the Fair, only... people lived in them I guess?

This one involves a woman I've come to know somewhat recently. She's part of my D&D group, and a pretty cool person really. Also pretty damn hot, which means: You guessed it - no sex at all in the dream. What the fuck dream? Throw a guy a bone, for christ sake.

Actually, it gets worse. She was dressed up like a man, fake (I assume) moustache and all. To be more specific, she was dressed quite similarly to Orlando Bloom from the first Pirates movie. And actually, her 'stache was also quite Orlando Bloomish. Hmm... you know, as I type this out, I'm once again given serious pause at what this might mean about my sexuality. Whatever, best not to dwell on it.

For future reference, we'll refer to this woman as 'T'. No, she's not the same 'T' that I normally dream about, but she is a 'T' nonetheless. Deal with it.

T wasn't the only person of interest in the dream, naturally. In fact, she and I weren't interacting at the outset of the dream. Instead I was walking around the... 'Fair' with a somewhat shifty person. This person was also a good friend of mine, or at least, that's the dream vibe I got from him. I honestly couldn't say who it is, because I don't remember the face at all. He was wearing a cloak and spent a lot of time whispering things to me, breathing into my ear all manner of devious suggestions. His advice was also, generally speaking, quite sound. Again, I don't remember most of this, but the dream went through all the trouble of introducing that subtext to me, so who am I to refute it?

After walking the booths for a while, my friend and I met up with a few people. One of them was a person that I can't remember, though I know the person in real life. Another was T, who for whatever reason was hanging out with these ruffians. She seemed very happy to see me, ecstatic even. I couldn't say why. We get along pretty well in real life, but it's nothing like the bond we had in the dream. She broke from the other group when I showed up with my shadowy friend, joining with us instead and giving me an enthusiastic hug. Thereafter she never strayed too far from my side, other than at one point to look at some necklaces that some dude in one of the house-tents was selling.

I was pretty damn happy to see her, too, I'm not going to lie. Despite her Orlando Bloom costume, I wanted her near me. I feel pretty guilty that I felt like that in the dream, since in real life she's dating a guy that I consider a friend, a person I've known (though not too well) for forever. On the other hand... meh. What can I say, I'd totally pee in her butt.

As mentioned, she did leave my side briefly to inspect some jewelry. My cloaked friend took this opportunity to introduce me to the third person in the group that we bumped into, Dracula. Now, while everyone else was dressed up in costume (myself included... I was dressed like a pirate, similar to T), Dracula was not... sort of. He was dressed like Count Chocula, though it was obvious to me and my friend that he was indeed the real deal.

My shifty, cloaked buddy had waited for T to leave because he didn't want her to interfere with his plan. Basically, I got the impression that he thought she wouldn't understand the nuance of it, which is understandable because looking back, I don't either. His idea was for me to piss off Dracula. That's basically the long and short of it. For whatever reason, we had to make him really fucking angry, to put him into some sort of bloodlust fury. I think we were on a secret mission to kill him. I'm not sure, but I wasn't very interested in it. Nonetheless, I gave it the ol' college try because my hooded pal was very persuasive.

I can't remember what I stood there saying to Dracula, but whatever it was, it must not have been very effective. He seemed largely unfazed, amused even. There was only one point at which he began to look irritated, but by then T had finished window-shopping and had come back to pull me away from the crowd. We began bullshitting and laughing, and before too long, I needed to use the bathroom. Since my house was only a few minutes away, I invited her along to watch me pee. I also invited her to let me watch her pee.

It was said in a jokey manner, but yeah I was pretty serious. She knew it, too, and though she didn't actually say yes to any of this, she began following me back to my house. It was at this point that I started to get sort of annoyed by the Orlando Bloom costume, as well as my own pirate getup. I looked down at my belt-buckle and woke up as I tried to read what it said.

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All that shit, and to me the craziest part of the dream is the thought of me actually wanting to show someone my dick.