posted March 10, 2015 05:10 PM
Boy, do I ever have a doozy for y'all today!For the sake of my sanity and yours, I'll keep it short and choppy. My comments, as I recall the dream, are within parentheses.
The dream begins as I get up from a set of train tracks. A love interest, who looks like a muscular Ansel Elgort, takes me to a dirty apartment building. I walk through the outside door of the building, proceed a few steps across a hallway, and into the door of an apartment. Once the apartment door is closed, I leave to make sure that the outside door is locked. In the hallway, I stop to look up at a set of stairs, but enter the apartment after only a brief moment. I lock the door behind me and wrap the knob with some wire to reinforce the closure.
The apartment is quite large with multiple rooms. There's a party with a lot of outrageous costumes for people to try on. We share them and have a hilarious time. At one point, I bump into a hutch/bookcase. It's low enough that my butt knocks over a glass and breaks it. The glass falls to the left of the hutch/bookcase while a transgender acquaintance, from my waking life, is situated to the right of it. I'm embarrassed, so I pretend to be drunk.
During the party, an evil figure appears and wants to steal our super powers. (Up until this point, I was unaware that some partygoers had super powers.) My super power is called "Time Lapse," but works like "time alteration" (I believe that's how I described it in the dream). I scream at a high pitch to activate my super power. A dark, swirling mass appears in front of me. (Strangely, it resembled the colouration pattern of my eyes.)
(Not my eye. Ha!)
(Instead of brown and green, the black, circular centre was surrounded by a white starburst and blue-grey colour. There must have been a literal time alteration because the next scene would have been several hours later.)
*** Note: Scenes of a sexual nature are to come. ***
The sun is up and people are clearing out. I'm the last guest, who isn't sleeping at the apartment, to leave the party. The muscular guy (let's call him Jack) asks me to sleep over, but I don't want to have sex with him after our first date. As I gather my things, Jack and his male friend are on a couch. Jack asks me to perform oral sex on him, but I decline as my sister is nearby. I ask the boys to unzip their trousers so I could take a peak at their male members. Both men are well-endowed. When nobody is looking, I sneakily put my mouth on Jack's penis for a quick taste. I leave the apartment after only a few seconds.
(Oh. I'm gay, so the same-sex thing is nothing out of the ordinary.)
I change my mind about the sex and go back to the apartment. I open the apartment door to see a heterosexual couple having sex in one of the bedrooms. (The girl somewhat resembles a friend of mine.) I make my way to Jack's bedroom. There's a tattooed guy outside of it. I touch his penis without asking. "Why did you do that?" "Oh, I thought you were the guy from earlier." I walk into the bedroom to find Jack asleep. A transgender woman is beside him. I surprise Jack when I wake and kiss him. The transgender woman begins to perform oral sex on me. A threesome ensues. The bed faces a window that almost occupies the entire wall. People can see into the bedroom, so I ask Jack to pull over the curtains. People of all kinds begin to enter the room from all angles. Everyone is a member of the LGBTQIA2 community. The environment is friendly, open, and supportive. An orgy ensues.
After the orgy, people begin to share personal stories. It's a very vulnerable room. I'm still naked and uncomfortable, but feel better when I realize that the room is free of judgement. A guy, on the corner of the bed, (creepily) stares at me. I catch him. A transgender man doesn't want to share his story, but I encourage him to do so. He does. I applaud him and everyone follows suit. Everyone leaves the bedroom.
I've left the apartment and find myself near the train tracks again. Two girls are with me. (One person is the other half of the heterosexual couple, and the second person is the transgender woman who performed oral sex on me.) I want to have sex with Jack and the others again, but he is laid across the train tracks. I try to get to him, but a train is already on the way. We jump out of the way of the train to save ourselves, but it runs over Jack. I felt terrible. "It's my fault that he got run over," I thought. The girls assure me that it isn't my fault that Jack got run over. The train slows down. I see Jack underneath the wheels of the train.
Flash to the apartment from earlier. The train wasn't going fast, so Jack survives. He has red markings on his face. Although they don't look bad, they hurt very much. People are still hooking up with each other. A small dog is in the apartment now. The dog nibbles at my fingers. (My real dog likes to do the same thing, but never hurts you.) The dream dog hurts my fingers and won't let go of them. I trick the dog to get my fingers free of its mouth.
A few females from my waking life appear in the dream. (They're just there.) Two of the girls are sisters and former co-workers. The sisters and I open a new door in the apartment to see their parents in a cab. They are arriving home from a Christmas party.
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Extremely interesting note: I had this dream during the early hours of Monday morning. I went to a book store on Monday evening and as I left the store, the two sisters from the dream were right in front of me! It's probably good to note that I looked at one of the sister's wedding photos the night before I had the dream, but isn't that crazy?!
There is so much activity in this dream that I don't even know where to begin. I looked up a few meanings -- trains, train tracks, oral sex, etc. -- but I can't piece everything together. If the dream is too much to take on, don't worry about it! I'll eventually get to the bottom of it. 
Lindaland
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posted March 10, 2015 05:10 PM
