I had an...interesting...dream last night. Why do almost all my weird and interesting dreams seem to have a sexual side to them?
I can see where this one came from, though. It all started out earlier that evening, in real life. I was having a roleplaying session, and at one point my character and another player character, who have had a bit of hidden interest in each other, ended up baring their interest and taking everything...a bit further. Now, if you've ever roleplayed, you can imagine that such an event feels a little weird, and it doesn't get less weird due to both of us playing a character of the opposite sex (that is, she played the guy and I played the girl - and no, things didn't turn into some sort of explicit orgy describing all the acts - there was a bit of joking, and some flirting played out, though).
And my subconcious must have picked up on that, because I dreamt about her. Or, well, I'm not entirely sure I did. I think it was her. It was weird and surrealistic, even for a dream, yet oddly erotic (it was much more an erotic dream than a wet dream, really. Well, unless you count the fact that it seemed to be raining. Wasn't particularly explicit either. I can remember underwear, but nothing beyond that). And sex, gender, whatever, was...malleable. Or it changed. Possibly back and forth. I'm fuzzy on the details.
I don't know. Weird's not really the right word. In some ways it was less odd and surrealistic than many dreams I've had. At the same time it was a lot weirder. I mean, everything in the dream made sense, in a way, it wasn't as if things just suddenly changed randomly. Whatever kind of logic the dream used, it wasn't strange, like normal dream logic. It had at least movie-logic, though possibly of the kind you'd find in a movie by David Lynch. Actually, that sort of makes sense. It had a bit of a Lynch-feel. Well, not exactly, but in a way. Yeah, that's what it was. A mindfuck. A fullblown mindfuck of a dream (in literary and...other...senses).
So, yeah, to sum up, weird erotic dream with malleable gender starring a friend and me, directed by David Lynch. I wonder where my psyche's going with that? (feel free to play hobby-Freuds

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Even if I know fully well what sparked the dream, it is still the greatest mindfuck of a dream I've ever had.