The Dream Channel

I love these kinds of dreams.

I am a third wheel in a threesome. (Why? When in dreamland, I don't question these things; I just go with the flow.) The other woman is his main squeeze; I am just a little something on the side. We are in a hotel room that has two double beds. While his girlfriend lays on the other bed, my paramour hops into bed with me and pulls the covers over our heads as if they created some sort of magical sound barrier. As he disrobes, he goes on and on about how his girlfriend is the jealous type and he can't believe she is letting him do this.

As he talks, I let my fingers touch his and lightly caress them. Without missing a beat in his diatribe, he caresses back. I am seduced by this simple act of tenderness. It bodes well for what is about to occur. Unfortunatley, that turned out to be the most explicit act in the whole dream.

Just before the action is about to start, my dream switches scenes like a made-for-network-tv movie being shown before 7 p. m. on a schoolnight. I try to push the rewind on my brain remote to get back to the hotel scene. It doesn't work. I am now being buried alive, Kill Bill style, by the aforementioned jealous girlfriend.

Who is writing this stuff? Why are my love scenes being edited out? What good does it do to have a dream about a threesome and not get to see any of the good stuff? Note to Dream Channel Producers: Next time, please allow me to experience the benefit of a sexy romp before you bury me alive. Thank you.