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In my dream, I wasn’t married to my ex but he did turn up at my doorstep and isn’t it always the case that the ex always looks mouth watering hot and fuckable?
I did what I’d probably do in real life; I invited him into my inner realm -that’s how I interpret my ideal house (which resembles the opposite of the one bedroom hovel/bachelor unit that I live in) – and acted the Lady. Tea, coffee? And just as The Wretched Ex was about to provide me with an insight into his beverage preference, out waltzed my husband.
Whoaaaaaaaa!
I was married. Dreams are really odd and although Freud associated sexual symbology with practically everything within dreams, I don’t go that far but I couldn’t ignore the blatant sexual elements within my dream, and no, they had nothing to do with any rod-like objects or vase-like receptacles symbolic of vaginas or similar.
Dreams are chopped up scenes, that I prefer to view as a cutting room floor for I found myself in bed with The Wretched Ex. We were fully clothed, and I woke up next to him as though my husband – who doesn’t resemble anyone I know – wouldn’t mind. Actually, I felt as though I were married for a decade. I felt that comfortable or the level of comfort that doesn’t have me running around in search for a razor to shave the spiky hair on my legs.
The Wretched Ex turned to me and smiled. He then draped his arm over my middle and asked me if I was interested in a walk down memory lane. Yes, it was that pathetic. Emboldened by the moment and by some weird sense of knowing, I returned his gaze and suggested a threesome with my husband, like it was a prearranged question, something I had discussed with my husband.
As a dream bystander within the dream, which is how dreams are, I was quite shocked yet chuffed with myself. It was a ‘You go girl!’ moment, and I was mentally preparing to have two men have me in every dirty way possible.
Then I woke up. No alarm. No door knocking. Nothing. I woke up.
I think it was due to the pleasant shock of the dream. There has to be a way to condition myself to maintain my cool throughout sleep. I figure that if I can’t get an ideal male duo in real life, at least I can damn well have it in dream form.
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