interrupted bad sex in the church hall basement
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dream:
A male friend and I decide to go into the basement of an old church
hall. We’re in a smallish room with a stage and a curtain. We’ve
brought lumber and we’re trying to build something in front of the
stage. We’re not finished building, but somehow we decide to have sex.
I think it’s probably a bad idea, but it’s kind of gotten away from
me. Then it starts to feel dangerous. At some point I remember that
there has been recent flooding and the foundation of the building is
weak. We don’t get very far before a man (maybe a priest?) comes in
with an engineer and tells us that the building is unstable and we need
to evacuate immediately. Apparently a storm is coming. We walk
outside, where little streams of people turn into rivers, and I lose my
friend in the crowd. I end up in something like a YMCA. I’m in the
basement, which is a maze of men’s quarters. The men look at me like
they don’t see a whole lot of women. I find a dumpy common area where a
couple of men are looking at me. I pretend not to notice. I think one
of them is very handsome but I am really not in a flirting mood. Then I
notice my friend Maura from grade school is playing on a monkey bar.
There’s another one next to it and I start to swing on that one. I try
to tell her what happened. She lets me know she thinks I’m taking
myself way too seriously. I find this embarrassing but oddly reassuring
and I forget the men are there and we just play.
cust_support
O'Hush
> "Phobia" can role-play Maura.
Talking to you feels like talking to the wind, but anyway:
Huh?
As usual, I do understand what this dream means to me, more or less, in
the context of my life. I woke up laughing. I guess that's why I
posted it, although I imagine it's not so entertaining to everybody
else, since you guys don't know the back story, and I'm not bloody
likely to tell it. It would be long and boring anyway.