- 2015
- I was flirting, and getting somewhere, with a guy my boyfriend and I both had a crush on. Boyfriend and I had an open relationship and I was pretty sure he’d be fine if I made out with this particular guy, but I wanted to be sure, so I tore myself away from the initial makeout and started a hunt for him throughout the dorm building. I never found him.
- 2018
- I was in an incestuous polyamorous triad with family members I don’t actually have, but I was completely unable to enjoy their presence because the dream was mainly about seeking revenge for an unnecessarily mean review I got on a fanfiction. I spent the whole dream tracking them down while the other two went on a nice date at a Vietnamese restaurant.
- 2019
- (I actually had sex in this one, I suppose.)
- me, caroming into my boyfriend CJ’s room: I had a dream where you turned out to have been married twice, and your second wife flung a wineglass overboard a boat and told you to dive after it or she’d leave you, and you DID. I was aghast and started talking to her because I desperately wanted to know what was going through her head. When I mentioned her marriage, she made this contemptuous unhappy gesture and said “my marriage”. I was suddenly disarmed and wanted to give her a hug, so I did, we started making out, then I started jerking her off, and then… okay, the point is, please do not marry people injudiciously! If someone is throwing wineglasses into the sea and telling you they’ll break up with you unless you jump in to retrieve it, you should not be dating them!
- CJ, dryly: I will look out for this antipattern in my future relationships.
- I fell in love with my nonexistent therapist (40s~60s, with gray or graying hair that was shoulder length or longer) who was married to a recluse pianist (who would not see even her) whose music provided the background of this dream. We sat around talking for hours about how it couldn’t work, glorying quietly in each other’s presence.
- 2021
- I was a straight man in the dream, working in a brain lab. I realized I was in a simulation that responded to my thoughts and desires, and that unless I actively tried not to make attractive women have sex with me, it was going to happen, while my colleagues watched from the outside. I didn’t want to have simulation sex in front of my colleagues, especially since I suspected that the characters that showed up were going to resemble some of the people at the lab I had a crush on, so I was trying not think sexual thoughts.
- 2022
- I was at a consensual non-consent orgy. I was there in the victim role, and placed myself in a corner waiting for someone to aggress me. When no one made a move after an embarrassingly long period of time, I started reading the rules and realized I was ambiguously in a “don’t bother people” rest zone. The rules ALSO said “fighting over sexual access is allowed among white aggressors, but not among POC, because we don’t want to reinforce harmful dynamics where…”
- I sprang up in outrage, in my jingling costume of leather straps and tulle, and went to pick a fight with the organizers.
- 2024
- I found my husband, but I ruined the mood with my husband by giving him a whole spiel about how I was in a lucid dream so that he could meaningfully consent.
