Ex-male lover?!

Corbett | November 29, 2003 11:29 PM

I had this disturbing and dark dream which I hope doesn't represent my inner psyche. Maybe it was something I ate...

For some reason, I was travelling in Europe..Amsterdam I think, because all the houses were skewed, and I was visiting my ex lover, who happened to be an aging older man in his late 50's. Over coffee he was telling me about his new love, a woman, who was the "real thing" in his life, his freedom, etc. I was somehow happy for this old guy, and was trying to figure out when and where in my life I had ever had this unusual relationship, when we suddenly appear at his lady's front door: a white three-story brick house. Knock knock, who's there, she answers. Oh my gawd....She's a mutant cross between Homer Simpson and an Oompa Loompa [midget Willy Wonka people for those of you wondering]. I gasp, look back at my ex, then back at the Oompa. All the facial and body hair...and lipstick, and a hairdo...and an apron...it's grotesque, but I manage a simple "Hi there, nice place," and am invited in. In the foyer, I notice that they are remarkably alike, and have the sneaking suspicion that she is not a she, but rather a he. So there I am, stuck in this uncomfortable dream, in this big house with these two aging male lovers, one of whom is a hairy Homer Simpson housewife. We climb up the stairs to the sitting room and the ex says, "Isn't she great? I'm so happy now." Before we get to the top of the stairs, I switch the channel into another dream where I'm at a business party and the host calls up a prostitute who turns into a music teacher who undresses and gives me a lesson on advanced jazz theory before turning into a Victoria Secret model and giving me a lesson on other things.

Category: Dreams