Making a Man...
Jun. 4th, 2008 08:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kybearfuzzI usually don't post a dream so late in the morning, as I often forget them soon after waking up if I don't post them or write notes on them, but last night's dream seemed to stick.
There was a mad scientist (not me) who was creating men using what looked like swamp creatures (think Swamp Thing). His machine would release a crazed person where a giant hammer or box would drop on them, killing that person to give a handsome, human form to the swamp creature instead. The mad scientist was using to machine to create guys for online dating. Being a single guy, somehow I ended up on a date with one of these things (not too far from reality at times).
During the date, the pseudo-guy tried to make some moves on me, to which I was receptive, but backed off when my hands found his face was very pliable, like putty. You'd think I'd have been turned off by this, but I didn't seem shocked. Instead, his female assistant asked me if I wanted a "refund," to which I said yes. So in this scenario, apparently I was fully aware of a rented date. Does this make me a dreamworld "john?" The female assistant seemed disappointed.
In the next sequence, I found myself out of bed and roaming my folks' old house in the dark, with only flashes of lightning illuminating the hallways. I went from one end to the other, thinking I was hearing someone else in the house when I was supposed to be alone. In the dark, I bumped into someone soft and warm. I threw my arm around his neck and twisted his arm behind him, dragging him to the kitchen where I turned on the light. It was the mad scientist again.
He told me to just come on to the back yard. We went out the back door of the house where several handsome, muscular furry guys were standing shirtless and smiling at me. I was puzzled at this until I realized that the entire back yard was an arena full of fans and we were on the playing field. The lightning flashes had been the stadium lights being turned on and off. I should have been aroused at the guys, but for some reason, I had a strange feeling of dread that I wasn't there for a good time.
... and then I woke up...
There was a mad scientist (not me) who was creating men using what looked like swamp creatures (think Swamp Thing). His machine would release a crazed person where a giant hammer or box would drop on them, killing that person to give a handsome, human form to the swamp creature instead. The mad scientist was using to machine to create guys for online dating. Being a single guy, somehow I ended up on a date with one of these things (not too far from reality at times).
During the date, the pseudo-guy tried to make some moves on me, to which I was receptive, but backed off when my hands found his face was very pliable, like putty. You'd think I'd have been turned off by this, but I didn't seem shocked. Instead, his female assistant asked me if I wanted a "refund," to which I said yes. So in this scenario, apparently I was fully aware of a rented date. Does this make me a dreamworld "john?" The female assistant seemed disappointed.
In the next sequence, I found myself out of bed and roaming my folks' old house in the dark, with only flashes of lightning illuminating the hallways. I went from one end to the other, thinking I was hearing someone else in the house when I was supposed to be alone. In the dark, I bumped into someone soft and warm. I threw my arm around his neck and twisted his arm behind him, dragging him to the kitchen where I turned on the light. It was the mad scientist again.
He told me to just come on to the back yard. We went out the back door of the house where several handsome, muscular furry guys were standing shirtless and smiling at me. I was puzzled at this until I realized that the entire back yard was an arena full of fans and we were on the playing field. The lightning flashes had been the stadium lights being turned on and off. I should have been aroused at the guys, but for some reason, I had a strange feeling of dread that I wasn't there for a good time.
... and then I woke up...
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Date: 2008-06-04 03:33 pm (UTC)So, why do you think the shirtless creatures were smiling at you? ;)
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Date: 2008-06-04 04:38 pm (UTC)What can I say, I'm strange.
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Date: 2008-06-04 04:03 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-06-04 05:29 pm (UTC)The creatures were manufactured (pointing to a fear that people will be less than genuine) and the one creature's face was pliable (meaning that he, and people in general, have 'masks' that, were they to be removed, would yield a range of hidden thoughts and emotions beyond the face and the expression that one is allowed to see).
We live a solitary, psychological existence, for the most part. No one can jump into our minds and experience what we experience. We must explain what we think and feel. So, to venture outside of one's "housing" by taking a chance on what seems to be a peculiar and dubious thing, namely to trust in another and successfully elicit his deepest rooted emotions, is a frightening task.