HOT&Sexy humanitarian aid from the unconsciousness

I dislike self-censorship both as an author and as a reader, but I respect individual right to filter the unwanted content. Therefore, I write this paragraph as a disclaimer: what goes below is the essay on the dream about sex. Be careful. There would be no graphic or textual representation of the sleep itself — in fact, the word “sex” can be interchanged for any other word for intimate or just friendly interpersonal activity without considerable impact on the ideas and conclusions of the essay. Besides, publicly discussing someone’s intimacy is by a lot of reasons considered improper, if not rude — but is it an intimacy, when it’s inside a dream? Are we all not inside a dream? Be aware that these questions would not be answered below.

This week I had a funny dream about having sex with one acquaintance. What’s funny about that? Actually, it’s my surprise to it. We’re not close with this person and I don’t really consider that person as attractive (to me) — nor in personal, nor in bodily senses of that word. And sex between us seems absurd to me — I have a wild imagination when it comes to human relationships and trust me — in no multi-verse we would reach that point of intimacy (no, not even alien abduction and human zoo could result in that). So the dreaming coitus ends with me having woke up laughing — if not for that laugh, I would probably be quick to repress that hazy memory and conceal the quickly-rising shame of such thoughts — and including other person being totally clueless about it, no less. But laughter is often much more powerful than hundred-year old cultural imprints — and thanks to it I’m able to tell that story today.

What really is noteworthy is not the dream and not my reaction to it, but the change of heart which I noticed in my feelings toward that other slightly-involved person. To keep the identity and my character in the dark, I will keep it short — our relationships improved, keeping the same distance. I don’t feel the tension that arose between us during communication earlier — it is just like becoming friends with the person who constantly made you mad for a long time, etc during school college kindergarten or maybe even military service. I feel that I accept that person, even though there’s no real reason behind it.

And that does really feel wonderful — maybe that is what some traditions call “heart chakra”, the ability to love other human beings indiscriminately. It’s also quite possible that this kind of result was the goal of the “imagine everyone naked” advice, once prominent in western cultures of the 20th century.

I’m not encouraging you to induce that kind of dreams with all people who make you mad or nervous — but on the second thought, that would be quite a fun idea! — but nonetheless I do think that this kind of experience helps people learn to accept their most awkward and intimate dreams — and most importantly accept the other people.