Content Warning: Sleazy Energy, Dreamposting
I’ve been waking up with the sun around eight and then having to try to go back to sleep, or just resting an hour til my alarm goes off and hoping that counts for something. This morning though, I was able to return to sleep. I used the time-honored method of having a quick wank, pardon my French. This was, I think, a mistake. With the limited time I had left to dream, my mind went to unsavory places.
Dreams about being naked or in one’s underwear probably come from noticing, in your sleep, that you are underdressed – and then incorporating that into the plot. Much like nightmares about your teeth falling out seem connected to noticing that you have teeth, and your dream generatin’ brain piece thinking of the most obvious thing to do with that information. So I became aware, in my dream, that I was only wearing underwear, and I set off in search of my clothes. At some point, I was petting or snuggling with a piglet. # Just Dream Things.
Along the way, people seemed to either mildly rib me, or sleaze on me – saying suggestive things, or assuming I was a rent boy or something. One of the sleazers looked like either J. Allen Brack or Aron Ra. He wasn’t trying to get with me, but he was explaining to me how his hedonistic posse would have parties where they watch somebody playing Elden Ring on a big screen. His favorite part was (something not actually in the game) where a three-headed monster lady with pale flesh was dying and blood pooled up between her legs in the shape of pubic hair. I quickly moved along.
At some point I was obligated to lay down. I may have been talking with somebody, or trying to keep my head low to avoid being seen in my underoos. The piglet from before rolled up on me from the side. I wasn’t initially looking its way and it started snuffling at my face. This may have been caused by my cat IRL.
The piglet started speaking to me in a manly voice, on a grade to Werner Herzog. It seemed to think our prior snuggling was a sexual experience, and was giving me the business about it. “Did you enjoy it when we made love, or did it feel awkward?” I glanced over and saw that the piglet was wearing girly lingerie, and it kept badgering me. It was repeating the question “Did you enjoy it when we made love?” but altering the second part of the sentence, like a poem. I suspect this part of the dream was inspired by the Nine Inch Nails cover of Queen’s Get Down Make Love, which opens with a sample from the 1962 version of The Cabinet of Caligari.
The alarm clock woke me brutally and I had to race through my morning routine as usual, then get to work. I’m surprised I remember any of it at all. But should I be glad?
A comic has a great phrase I think is worth pondering:
“Naked beneath my clothes.”
Isn’t that the case for everyone, all of the time?
So maybe we can worry less about it?
Meanwhile, keep your eyes open for other people who are NOT that way.
Great American Satan says
your last line there, for some reason, makes me think of those special mormon underwear.