The truth is: You do not want to know what your dreams are clear cut saying (revealing) to you. You do not want to look down deep under the covers for the irritating bed bugs of sexual discontent. In fact, you will go to great lengths to keep your pristine world in tact, undisturbed, and on an even keel even if it means you continue to live a blubbering falsity (sham) of an existence. You will do just about anything not to have your world turned upside down even to the point of interpreting your dreams in such a biased way as to seem ridiculous. Or worse yet, you could bow out of the interpretation together by mumbling something to the effect, "I do not have a clue as to what my dream was about." Bull shit. You know! You are the only one who does.
But, be that as it may, your dream's sole purpose is to bother you at levels so deep, that no amount of ease can be experienced until the source of the irritation is resolved. Whether you choose to believe your dreams either in comfort or alarm, the obvious truth remains: Your dreams are speaking to you in an abrupt minority way to 'rattle your cage.' Unless you are moved by the dream, you are, relatively speaking, pretending to show up for your life. You are faking it and not doing too well convincing yourself of your cleverly crafted deception.
Because you are so accustomed to lying to yourself, pacifying your pitiful existence, demeaning those who would point fingers at your self-created misery, you are incapability of seeing the yellow brick road which stands right before your eyes. You do not want to see any other avenue to be explored. It seems too dangerous and uncertain. You are so concretely mobilized in a routine robotically induced fashion of existing, you are afraid to vent into areas of the unknown region of yourself. But, honestly, how long can you hold out? How much longer can you drag yourself into places with a plastered smile sealed on your face? You know you have reached that place of no return but you keep repeating and repeating and repeating the same old boring methods of interacting.
The change of seasons is upon you. (It's high time to turn your attention inward and check the temperature for proper attire and event.) Your sexual thermostat malfunctioned months ago and you have not sent for the repairmen. If you think for one instant that your dreams are not completely sexual in nature, you are worse off than I thought. Every censored volatile fearful…