I had a really crazy dream last night, and I could actually remember it, which brought up all sorts of questions. I won't bore everyone with the minute details (except one very lucky friend who got to hear it in all its ridiculous glory), but between a Facebook post and a book I was reading, it was a very strange, very detailed doozy of an apocalyptic soap opera. I don't believe in dream analysis 'cuz it's too much like fortune cookies and horoscopes in its vague ability to suggestively apply to every person every time (Jay and I, both being Leos, have a blast each week trying to decide who the horoscope is for.) I'm not looking for any meaning in my dream, but it did raise a few important topics to ponder:
1. In my dream, I was able to associate details with several different Facebook posts, friends, replies, etc. I actually haven't been active on FB for a while with my family in town (it's just too difficult to NOT contribute up every insane thing that happens when they're here, so I have to quit cold turkey). Did I then have this crazy dream because I was overloaded with all of the Facebook I had missed out on, or was my brain telling me it just needs to continue the Facebook breakup? Am I having Facebook withdrawal or Facebook overdose?
2. In my dream, I had sex with an old friend (and it was awesome). But I'm married, so obviously that would be a no-no in most cultures (unless it was West Virginia and he was my cousin). But, in my defense, it WAS the end of the world, and my REAL husband was NOWHERE to be found. I'm not talking he just didn't make the cut as a cast member of the dream. No, he WAS a very key player. I'm talking supporting actor Oscar contender here. He just wasn't around when I NEEDED him to be. He had deserted me, left me alone to fend for myself, basically left it wide open for someone else to come along and take care of my end-of-the-world needs, and not in a trampy "You told me my husband was dead so within a week I caved and started having forest sex with you, his best friend" way like in Walking Dead. No, in MY dream, it was TOTALLY justified (and did I mention the REALLY goodness???). But why? Why did my husband abandon me when I needed him most? Why is this old friend suddenly popping up in my dream? Is he really as good as he was in my dream? Am I allowed to find out in awake world just to settle the issue? Is my subconscious dabbling in infidelity? Would the dream actually create a real-life freebie for me? I mean, technically, the dirty deed's been done (dirt cheap), so is it fruit of the poisonous tree" logic? Since it's already happened (while dreaming, of course), can it happen again for real and still be allowed as not real sex? Is virtual sex still sex, but of the mind, not the body, and does that make it right or wrong?
Consider the possibilities and then get back to me. In the meantime, I'm gonna try to look up Miss Cleo and see if she can still do readings from prison.
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