Last night I had a non-sex dream.
I almost never have sex dreams, so this was by no means surprising. But this was not merely a dream in which I didn't have sex. In a very typically me way, this dream was about me almost having sex, but repeatedly failing. I was horny, there was a willing and available partner*, we were alone in the house, and... I couldn't find a condom. So I didn't have a dream about sex, I just had a dream about running around the house naked, looking for a condom.
Obviously, this makes no sense. Safe sex? In a dream? Dream sex is the one type of sex which is 100%, totally safe, in every possible way. But I didn't realise it was a dream. To add insult to injury, halfway through the dream, when my partner changed into somebody else**, and I realised it was a dream, the aggravation of realising that I'd just wasted all that time looking for a condom when I could have been having guilt-free sex woke me up. Aaaargh!
This is what a lifetime of scary HIV awareness campaigns have done to me. I can't even have unsafe sex in my fantasies.
* No, I won't tell you who it was, but I definitely shouldn't have been having sex with them.
** Won't tell you who this was either, but I couldn't possibly have sex with them, as they're straight.
Comments
Michael, StE
I'm sure I have occasional sex dreams, especially while I'm obsessing about someone inappropriate. But I never remember them past the shortest term, either because of their fundamental incredibility, or because the sweep hand on my memory's garbage collection is too aggressive, and hardly ever bothers pinning active references.
I've just been to see RotS for a second time (first time alone at 11am on opening day, this time a late showing with friends) and I'm currently suffering an angst-hangover from it. I wish I could give Anakin a hug and tell him everything was going to be all right, and together we could bring peace, justice, and several pressing improvements to the Death Star design workshops. Or at least have a dream about it. Shame you can't activate lucid dreaming on demand. Where's my can of Ubik?
My recurring tendency to obsess about unsuitable targets for my affection appears to have escalated from the merely inappropriate to the fictional.
There was a point to this, but I've forgotten it...
Laurie
*Star wars spoilers alert*
Did you really feel sorry for Anakin? I was sorta grossed out by the burning-to-death thing, but after the comic-book "Noooooooo!" all I could do was giggle at how ridiculous it was.
Michael, StE
I deliberately sat down last year, and bought all the Dick I could find, having only read Man in the High Castle a few years ago. Thirty PKD novels and collections later, and all modern SF now feels like variable-quality PKD rip-offs. Agent Smith is Palmer Eldritch: discuss.
The "Nooooooo!" scene was still thoroughly awful second time around. Baffled at what Lucas thought it was doing by filming such an important money shot as Dark Helmet's awakening, with such "Dude? Where's my girlfriend?" dialogue for James Earl Jones to deliver. Is the man mad?
I'm mostly sorry that Lucas didn't manage to assemble Anakin's descent into Vader in a coherent fashion. Tears for businessmen, and not "younglings"? Or was there some volcanic dust in his eye? Does he have sulphur fever?
Laurie
Having not yet read the Three Stigmata, I can't discuss Palmer Eldritch, but I will catch up at some point.
And it says something about George Lucas -- and I'm not sure if it's a good or bad thing -- that he can make a movie that most people agree is good *despite its plot and dialog*. It doesn't matter that it's crap; it's so pretty!
Michael, StE
Just took a look at the AppleTrailer for A Scanner Darkly. The snippets of dialogue in there set off my internal "My god, it's sounded cannon" goodstuff alert. *delight*
I'm wondering if the character Eldritch might have been at least a little bit of the inspiration for Vader. Read it and you'll understand. :)