Well, honestly, ANY dream interpretation is kind of a hocus pocus science, but what I dreamed last night feels like ti should mean something but I'm not sure what.
This dream starred me being romantically involved with a devilishly handsome man known as Tom Wlaschiha. My Game of Thrones homies may know him from the series as hottie Jaqen H'ghar. For the record, he looked as himself and not as Jaqen. So anyway, we're a couple, and we kiss a few times and we're finally getting ready to go have freakishly hot dream sex but people keep interrupting and getting in the way of our awesome fucking! So I go ballistic and start yelling and screaming at people and this evidently is a HUGE turn off to Mr. Wlaschiha. He grabs me and says "WHOA, bitch! Not cool. I'm leaving." (I'm paraphrasing). So I spend the rest of my dream trying to get him back but he never does. I think Sig Curtis was in there somewhere (WTF??) and something about a huge fire? I dunno.
The reason I keep thinking this means somethign is because when I woke up I kept feeling like Tom was just a placeholder for someone I know in real life. I guess you guys know I've technically cheated on my husband before when I was in design school. I still feel horribly guilty for it, and it bugs me nearly every day that I did that to someone I love (and despite our less than average relationship, I DO love my husband). But it also feels important because it was mimicking a very similar situation that my internet friend told me about, how she was afraid of letting this guy she's seeing know the real her because she was afraid she would run him off with her weirdness and such. I dunno, I'm sure it was just a dream, but I'm really mad that my dream actions kept me from having awesome dream sex with Germany's answer to Brad Pitt. I think I'm so sexually frustrated that I can't even have good sex dreams anymore. Maybe it's the Micronor talking. My hormones are all out of whack again so hopefully that's the answer.
At least I got to share some really great photos of Tom Wlaschiha :D
This dream starred me being romantically involved with a devilishly handsome man known as Tom Wlaschiha. My Game of Thrones homies may know him from the series as hottie Jaqen H'ghar. For the record, he looked as himself and not as Jaqen. So anyway, we're a couple, and we kiss a few times and we're finally getting ready to go have freakishly hot dream sex but people keep interrupting and getting in the way of our awesome fucking! So I go ballistic and start yelling and screaming at people and this evidently is a HUGE turn off to Mr. Wlaschiha. He grabs me and says "WHOA, bitch! Not cool. I'm leaving." (I'm paraphrasing). So I spend the rest of my dream trying to get him back but he never does. I think Sig Curtis was in there somewhere (WTF??) and something about a huge fire? I dunno.
The reason I keep thinking this means somethign is because when I woke up I kept feeling like Tom was just a placeholder for someone I know in real life. I guess you guys know I've technically cheated on my husband before when I was in design school. I still feel horribly guilty for it, and it bugs me nearly every day that I did that to someone I love (and despite our less than average relationship, I DO love my husband). But it also feels important because it was mimicking a very similar situation that my internet friend told me about, how she was afraid of letting this guy she's seeing know the real her because she was afraid she would run him off with her weirdness and such. I dunno, I'm sure it was just a dream, but I'm really mad that my dream actions kept me from having awesome dream sex with Germany's answer to Brad Pitt. I think I'm so sexually frustrated that I can't even have good sex dreams anymore. Maybe it's the Micronor talking. My hormones are all out of whack again so hopefully that's the answer.
At least I got to share some really great photos of Tom Wlaschiha :D