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June 24, 2007
Odd (for even me) Dreams
The other morning I woke up and briefly thought about getting out of bed. I could tell it was sunny out and I noticed the guys across the street had started working on the new building they're putting up.
The next second I was asleep and dreaming. In my dream there was a medium-sized dog with a curled-up tail running toward a white house.
And then I woke back up and wondered how it was I'd slipped into a dream so fast. I noticed that the guys working across the street seemed to be making the same sort of noise they'd been making before. I don't know if it was a truck backing up, something being pushed, or what, but it left me with the impression that between waking up the first time, dreaming about the dog, and waking up the second time about a minute had passed.
I'm guessing stuff like this happens to a lot of people all of the time and that we just don't think about it. Had I not made it a point to remember the dream about the dog and the fact that I'd been awake and then asleep and then awake again (and that I was going to blog about it) I'd have forgotten the whole thing.
A couple of nights later I dreamed I was someplace where some sort of sporting event was going on. There was a guy there and he asked me out for a date. I explained I wasn't gay and turned him down. This hurt his feelings and I felt bad about it.
A second later a guy I know named Mark showed up. Mark is gay and, about 20 years ago, hit on me very hard. I was pretty sure Mark would be interested in going out with the guy I'd just said no to and I turned to see where he went. When I turned I saw a table full of college-aged kids (about 6 or 7 of them) wearing maroon sweatshirts that said — and this is the weirdest part — "Loyola" on them.
There are Loyolas in Maryland (Mar-uh-lund for the British readers. Not Mary-Land. It's not Land of the Marys), Chicago, New Orleans (N'aw-leans for the non-Louisianans) and a couple of other places that I'm either 1) unable to poke fun at or 2) are unimportant to the dream. I'm not sure which one is the one people think of when Loyola is mentioned. I do know that Maryland has the best URL and Chicago has a color on their website that most closely matches the color of the sweatshirts in my dream. Of course, New Orleans has that boobies-for-beads program and that's hard to beat.
Oh, and that was the dream. Sporting event. Gay guy asks me out. I say no but make an effort to fix him up with someone else. Loyola sweatshirts. I woke up.
I did not wake up questioning my sexuality. I was more interested in the details of the dream and the fact that the Loyola sweatshirts were maroon. I'm pretty sure I dream in color all of the time (the dog was brown in the fist dream) but I'm not always aware of the colors unless I specifically mention them. Once, in a dream, I pointed out an old girlfriend and said, "the redhead over there," and in the dream I remember the girl certainly had red hair.
As you know, I typically provide some sort of dream analysis with posts like this. While I'd like to say I'm not going to do that this time because I don't want to type anything with the word anal in it while explaining a dream about gay folks hitting on me, that would sort of go against what I believe in. Of course, letting an anal and guys hitting on me reference go unmentioned goes against my nature.
Analysis
All I can think of is that someone posted something in one of the Usenet groups I visit about the appearance of another member involving the thickness of that member's nipples. This same troll would litter his posts with derogatory terms about gay folks and democrats. I posted a very-well thought out reply (it was nominated for this month's humor award) that said that for someone who seemed to have trouble with gay people he sure seemed to have a pretty serious interest in another man's nipples. The troll responded by suggesting I could probably write a book on penis thickness.
And that is what I don't get. I suspect it was said to try to upset me and it didn't. And I wondered if people realize that suggesting a person is gay when that person doesn't really care about the sexuality of others, isn't really a slam of any sort.
In my follow-up post I pointed out that he was certainly the king of the witty comeback.
Which is sort of ironic … after that post he never came back.
Posted by delmer at June 24, 2007 11:30 PM