Let me regale you about the recent dreams I've been having. It is embarrassing for me to explain them but if I didn't express about them in some form sooner, I would think that they will continue and develop further. Which is something I am not particularly looking forward to.
They were two consecutive dreams occurring on two consecutive nights. The first one had me lying on my own bed with someone beside me. On the same bed. It's taking me so much resolve to even put this down in words. It was Tom Welling. Yes. The guy from 'Smallville'. Of all people. But let's not skip to that as I'm saving that portion of the rant for later after the retelling of the dreams. So, we were on my bed. And no, we were not doing anything 'sexual' if your mind starts to wonder into areas unknown. We were just lying there on my bed talking. About normal stuff. I think we were holding hands probably. And the room was dark as in night-time darkness. I don't know what we were talking about but I know I felt calm and at ease with him. Just like a really close and comfortable friend. Except that he was Tom and not someone I actually knew in real life. There was a little sexual tension between us when our feet touched but nothing went beyond that. Allow your imagination to go wild all you want, but I am firmly saying that the atmosphere was of innocent, weird, first-love kind of feeling, and awkwardness.
Hence, ended the first dream. At first I couldn't even remember much about this first dream, let alone what it meant or why I had it. That is until the sequel happened.
The continuation of the dream started off with us returning to the talking and the extremely odd closeness that we were experiencing. I was starting to feel uncomfortable at this point but not so much as to rush out and hyperventilate. Then, of all people, my father comes crashing into my room and starts raving away about me possessing every bad trait a person could have while blindly ignoring the other person in the room. After raving for about a minute or so, only then did he acknowledge Tom's presence in the room. Followed by some more raving and embarrassing awkward moments, and I woke up.
So that's basically it. What I'm most concerned about these two connecting dreams is why on earth would I ever dream about someone like Tom Welling? It doesn't make any sense to me. I don't think he's hot, nor do I like watching Smallville, or liking anything related to Superman except for the Batman part but this has nothing to do with Supes nor Tom. So, yeah, the amazingness that my subconscious can ever produce something as outwardly and incredible as these dreams is beyond my comprehension. Sans the sexual tension but non-sexual feelings.
I think pieces of me are slowly degenerating where I understand less and less about what's going on inside of my own head. Somehow these two dreams are seriously affecting me in ways I don't understand at all and I don't want it to. My grip on reality is slowly slipping away.
I need someone to save me.
They were two consecutive dreams occurring on two consecutive nights. The first one had me lying on my own bed with someone beside me. On the same bed. It's taking me so much resolve to even put this down in words. It was Tom Welling. Yes. The guy from 'Smallville'. Of all people. But let's not skip to that as I'm saving that portion of the rant for later after the retelling of the dreams. So, we were on my bed. And no, we were not doing anything 'sexual' if your mind starts to wonder into areas unknown. We were just lying there on my bed talking. About normal stuff. I think we were holding hands probably. And the room was dark as in night-time darkness. I don't know what we were talking about but I know I felt calm and at ease with him. Just like a really close and comfortable friend. Except that he was Tom and not someone I actually knew in real life. There was a little sexual tension between us when our feet touched but nothing went beyond that. Allow your imagination to go wild all you want, but I am firmly saying that the atmosphere was of innocent, weird, first-love kind of feeling, and awkwardness.
Hence, ended the first dream. At first I couldn't even remember much about this first dream, let alone what it meant or why I had it. That is until the sequel happened.
The continuation of the dream started off with us returning to the talking and the extremely odd closeness that we were experiencing. I was starting to feel uncomfortable at this point but not so much as to rush out and hyperventilate. Then, of all people, my father comes crashing into my room and starts raving away about me possessing every bad trait a person could have while blindly ignoring the other person in the room. After raving for about a minute or so, only then did he acknowledge Tom's presence in the room. Followed by some more raving and embarrassing awkward moments, and I woke up.
So that's basically it. What I'm most concerned about these two connecting dreams is why on earth would I ever dream about someone like Tom Welling? It doesn't make any sense to me. I don't think he's hot, nor do I like watching Smallville, or liking anything related to Superman except for the Batman part but this has nothing to do with Supes nor Tom. So, yeah, the amazingness that my subconscious can ever produce something as outwardly and incredible as these dreams is beyond my comprehension. Sans the sexual tension but non-sexual feelings.
I think pieces of me are slowly degenerating where I understand less and less about what's going on inside of my own head. Somehow these two dreams are seriously affecting me in ways I don't understand at all and I don't want it to. My grip on reality is slowly slipping away.
I need someone to save me.
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