My dreams are always weird, but this one stands out for the oddity of content.
And here's why. I had this dream that I slept with this high school boy. Most of my friends in high school were having sex, and I just happened to be a big prude, so high school kids having sex is neither news to me nor shocking. What's shocking is that I never slept with anyone in high school while I was in high school.
And, I mean, I still haven't. Except in this weird dream.
I cannot even begin to remember how the dream started, or where I'd meet a random high school boy, or how a conversation or anything else would ever get to the point where he'd be like, you know, I'd really like to lose my virginity. And I'd be all, OK! That sounds great!
Because nothing about that sounds great. No matter how cute some teenage boy might be, he's just that - a boy. A kid.
I don't even think the dream included anything about meeting him, and actually, it wasn't even about sex. The focus, rather, was this. I slept over at his house. Or rather, his parents' house. Yes, that's right - his parents' house. Because he was in high school.
And in the morning, I had to face his parents. Really, I only had to face his mother. His dad was all kinds of thrilled for him and delighted with me.
But his mom? She was very upset. Not surprisingly. And so I had this long conversation with her, in her living room, about how I could completely understand why she was so upset. I would absolutely feel the same way she did. She had every right to be. Because it was totally unreasonable, and really, made no sense at all.
And during this entire conversation, the dad was sitting in his living room chair, beaming, pleased as all hell.
It's twisted and pervy and makes me feel dirty.
What? The? Hell?