So last night I’m dreaming that I’m about to bone this hot naked chick, and—WAIT! DON’T SCROLL YET! It’s not exactly what you think!
So anyway, I’m dreaming I’m about to bone this hot naked chick, when all of a sudden she stops, and says, “Due to prior uncomfortable sexual experiences with other partners, I’m not willing to bone with you right now.” And (in the dream) I’m like, “Ummm… okay. I will be satisfied with oral gratification, which is to say giving and receiving.” And (still dreaming) she’s like, “Ummm… no. Not willing to do that either. I’m just going to sit here being hot and naked.” And I’m all like…
I WOKE UP. And I was pretty freaking MAD.
Now, if this happened to me in real life (and come to think of it, it has at least once) I would be all like, “Sigh. Okay, I understand. Let’s put on our clothes and go get a milk shake.” However in my dream, I think I have a right to be pissed, because… IT’S A DREAM. I mean, it’s not a real person, it’s a dream person, and maybe she could’ve put aside whatever dream issues she had with previous sexual dream partners, and dream boned the hell out of me!
SO! Here’s your Blogtown Ethicist question of the day:
IS IT ETHICAL FOR ME TO BE JUSTIFIABLY PISSED THAT MY MENTALLY TROUBLED DREAM GIRL DIDN’T DREAM BONE ME IN MY DREAM?
Your conclusion to this quandary is welcome in the comments.
Yes. You are absolutely right to feel cheated by your dream. Next time you run into your subconscious, kick him in the nuts.
Yes, but you should be pissed at yourself because (a.) everyone in your dreams is an aspect of you and (b.) you should have awesome dreams, not stupid frustrating dreams. But at least she was hot.
What the fuck?
You should go see a doctor, not a shrink, about that.
To repeat @TK –everything in your dream is aspect of you and the problems you are dealing with.
Paging Dr. Jung. Humpy’s persona’s pissed at his anima.
IT’S LIKE SEXUALLY HARRASING YOURSELF IF YOU’RE HERMAN CAIN’S SUBCONSIOUS.
I used to think every Blogtown Ethicist was secretly about me. I think this NO LONGER.
You’re lucky she didn’t say OK but then your penis turned into a cheeto and broke into powdery orange bits. That one can be annoying too.
WAIT. If this hot naked chick was an “aspect of me,” then why wouldn’t I at least orally gratify myself? (And don’t say “because you’re not limber enough” because I AM.)
One time I had a dream that I was in the Oregon Trail and a polar bear (??) ate me. Then the game was over. So what I’m trying to say is at least you weren’t eaten by a polar bear.
Fuck! Now I’m going to have dreams about Todd Mecklem’s cheeto-cock!
In regards to your dream, Humpy: I think that had the frustration continued, at some point you were going to start suggesting some really nasty- yet somehow more plausible than penetration or mouth play- shit, so the part of your brain that REALLY didn’t want to see that shit woke you up. Purely a mental self-defense mechanism.
Cheeto cock, lol.
@humpy: Self-loathing, I guess.