Monday, October 04, 2004
I don't exactly have recurring dreams, just dreams where there is a recurring setting. Large, complex, maze-like buildings have been a part of my dreaming for several years now. Sometimes they're the undercrofts of ancient Medieval buildings, sometimes old mansions that have had endless wings and extensions built onto them, sometimes they're like huge warehouses. They all go on forever, up steps and down long halls, then into a rabbit warren of small rooms, etc. I am in them for different reasons: sometimes I'm inspecting them as a prospective buyer, sometimes searching for something, often I don't know--I'm just passing through endlessly.
Last night's was a first--there was another person in the dream with me as a leading character. The building was a school, the students early teenagers, and the other man was pursuing me romantically or, at least, wanted me for sex. He was the school's athletic director and a cross dresser--and I was trying to get away from him. No matter where I went in the school, he followed. Normally if a guy came after me insistently I would at least be flattered even if I didn't find him attractive. But in my dream I found him vaguely oninous and wanted no part of him.
He was a handsome enough guy, mid to late 30s, nicely built and a sharp dresser; well tailored Italian suits when dressed as a man and very retro chic as a woman in a 1950s burgundy colored dress with black lapels, belt, buttons and accessories, including purse, expensive kid gloves, and a little black velvet hat with the kind of openwork black veil women wore in the 50s. Possibly it was the drag that turned me off. Even though not a word passed between us, I knew as one just KNOWS in dreams that he was bad news for some undefined reason.
The dream eventually became uncomfortable enough that I woke up, to find Fritz very near and already awake as it was around five in the morning. We shifted into the cuddle position we always get into when we're both awake but it's not time to get up, and I dozed much more peacefully for another hour with his arm as a pillow.
Last night's was a first--there was another person in the dream with me as a leading character. The building was a school, the students early teenagers, and the other man was pursuing me romantically or, at least, wanted me for sex. He was the school's athletic director and a cross dresser--and I was trying to get away from him. No matter where I went in the school, he followed. Normally if a guy came after me insistently I would at least be flattered even if I didn't find him attractive. But in my dream I found him vaguely oninous and wanted no part of him.
He was a handsome enough guy, mid to late 30s, nicely built and a sharp dresser; well tailored Italian suits when dressed as a man and very retro chic as a woman in a 1950s burgundy colored dress with black lapels, belt, buttons and accessories, including purse, expensive kid gloves, and a little black velvet hat with the kind of openwork black veil women wore in the 50s. Possibly it was the drag that turned me off. Even though not a word passed between us, I knew as one just KNOWS in dreams that he was bad news for some undefined reason.
The dream eventually became uncomfortable enough that I woke up, to find Fritz very near and already awake as it was around five in the morning. We shifted into the cuddle position we always get into when we're both awake but it's not time to get up, and I dozed much more peacefully for another hour with his arm as a pillow.
