pantryslut

This weekend I had two strange and mildly disturbing dreams. In one, my psyche is being pretty damn obvious, but in the other one, it’s being sneaky, though I think I figured it out.

Obvious Dream: I was at work. I had to step away from my desk, and when I came back, my computer was cycling through very sexually explicit images – of me. Nobody else could tell that they were me, but everyone could tell that they were inappropriate. I muttered something about mis-clicking and returned to my desk.

Subtle Dream: Steven and I were moving out of a space (not my old house) that I was sharing with the ex-housemates. I was packing and moving boxes outside for pick-up. Ex-housemate came down to talk to me. She was trying, sincerely, to be nice and offer advice on something, but was coming across as very intrusive and pushy. But because she was being nice, I was finding it hard to blow her off. She kept coming closer and closer, and I backed away to sit on a bench. Finally Steven showed up, I whined at him to help me out, she realized finally that I was uncomfortable and her face fell, and I burst into tears.