Dream Theatre Intercourse
Jun. 26th, 2005 08:25 amYesterday, I had a very unconventional dream, for me anyway. Rarely do I have dreams with sexual content, and I stress rarely. Even at the height of my puberty-driven adolescence, I never had a dream containing sexual intercourse. (God, I hate the clinical sound of that, so let me rephrase.) No fucking, nor love-making; no sex. A few kisses or caresses, an almost, and a not-quite, but only once or twice, in my entire repertoire of Dream Theatre, have I actually had sex.
So, with that prefaced, yesterday, I dreamt I had sex with Angelina Jolie. This also marks the first time I've bedded a celebrity in DreamLand. Now, I know what you're thinking; I had just seen Mr. & Mrs. Smith, and yes, I agree that is quite possibly where my mind got the image. However, in the dream, it wasn't her, or at least, I didn't realize it was her. It was like an old friend, just someone I knew and we were talking, about life, love, spirituality. We were both in a sort of melancholic mood, very introspective, so it wasn't overzealous, over-acted Hollywood sex, nor debauched, pornographic oh-my-god-fuck-me sex. It wasn't frenzied, back-scratching, blood-from-bitten lips sex, or tender, candle-lit lovemaking, nor was it a tantrically transcendent and feverish melding of two-into-one. It was the sex of former lovers seeking an escape, a retreat into something warm and familiar, something comfortable. It was the sex of abandon, not wild, but obliviating. It was a release, it was giving in, a giving up, anything to feel something other than despondent loneliness. This was an act of rebellion, a morning star birthed from an emotional blackhole.
So, with that prefaced, yesterday, I dreamt I had sex with Angelina Jolie. This also marks the first time I've bedded a celebrity in DreamLand. Now, I know what you're thinking; I had just seen Mr. & Mrs. Smith, and yes, I agree that is quite possibly where my mind got the image. However, in the dream, it wasn't her, or at least, I didn't realize it was her. It was like an old friend, just someone I knew and we were talking, about life, love, spirituality. We were both in a sort of melancholic mood, very introspective, so it wasn't overzealous, over-acted Hollywood sex, nor debauched, pornographic oh-my-god-fuck-me sex. It wasn't frenzied, back-scratching, blood-from-bitten lips sex, or tender, candle-lit lovemaking, nor was it a tantrically transcendent and feverish melding of two-into-one. It was the sex of former lovers seeking an escape, a retreat into something warm and familiar, something comfortable. It was the sex of abandon, not wild, but obliviating. It was a release, it was giving in, a giving up, anything to feel something other than despondent loneliness. This was an act of rebellion, a morning star birthed from an emotional blackhole.
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Date: 2005-06-26 09:45 pm (UTC)maybe!
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Date: 2005-06-28 04:11 am (UTC)Im certain you have considered
Date: 2005-06-27 01:48 am (UTC)Of course there is always that other theory..
Re: Im certain you have considered
Date: 2005-06-27 12:34 pm (UTC)In this case it's both. I'm feeling bittersweet and melancholic but I'm not gettin' any booty.