[idle thought]

[wispfox]

People dream about crazy, crazy things. Sometimes, though, it's fairly realistic. Most of my dreams, at least the ones I remember, are realistic (at least according to my perhaps not terribly realistic idea of realism, since physics doesn't always factor into what I think should be possible).

I have never, ever, ever dreamed about having children. Not being pregnant, not birthing them, not raising them. I don't even dream about having pets, although I have one.

For some reason, this is fascinating the hell out of me at the moment.

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[melanie.livejournal.com]

i never, ever, ever "get any" in my dreams. i can't even get kissed. damn it. :,-(

[kightp.livejournal.com]

I've dreamed about having children (mostly in "where the hell did THESE come from?" scenarios), and I often dream about Getting Some (to my delight).

But I've never, ever eaten anything in my dreams, even when I've dreamed about preparing elaborate meals.

The dreaming brain is a weird and wonderful place.

[wispfox.livejournal.com]

mostly in "where the hell did THESE come from?" scenarios

*laugh* If ever I have children in my dreams which are apparently mine, I suspect that would be the only possible example.

I don't have any idea if I've ever eaten anything in my dreams, since food isn't immensely interesting to me! Huh...

[wispfox.livejournal.com]

Huh!

See... I sorta get some. I don't ever actually get to a point of anything being inserted (which can be intensely frustrating!), but I can and have done just about everything up to that point while dreaming (and have, in fact, orgasmed from dreaming).

[melanie.livejournal.com]

*envy*

[wispfox.livejournal.com]

You know, I'm not convinced it's envy-worthy.

The only times it's happening, it's because I'm not getting enough regularly in the real world.

And it's a lot frustrating to wake up and realize I'm not getting any in real life any time soon.

[beowabbit]

My dreams often have elaborate social context in them — I’ll dream not just about a particular person (real or only dreamed), but about a dream-person within a whole dream social network and occasionally even a whole culture or civilization. I’ll dream about the comforting feeling of looking across a room and seeing a clump of people I have a particular connection with, or of daily life against the background of the struggle against an imaginary totalitarian state, or of the rich imaginary history I have with an imaginary lover. Or about real people too, of course, but I find the elaborate, if implied, backstory even more startling when it’s created from whole cloth by my subconscious.

You know, I guess none of this is really surprising.

(Hooray for wireless at the Diesel, BTW.)