What is it supposed to mean when there is sex in a dream?  Recently I've had quite a few dreams with sex in them and I wonder if it is because I have only recently started having sex or if there are more reasons behind it. 

I've noticed that I am a lot more outgoing in my dreams than I am in real life.  I'm agressive and I am not always have dream sex with the guy I am living with.  It's usually other guys who I don't know at all...

My naptime dreams always seem to be the oddest.  I had a dream that the bleach I left the mop bucket soaking in bleach overnight at work (which actually happened) but the next day I went in to work to dump it, and the yellow mop bucket had turned white.  At least it was clean, though...

And then I had more work dreams, changing the sauces and syrups was the part I remember.  I had to clean every pump on the bar.  It was odd and sticky. 

But now I remember one, finally.

I had a dream that I was making latte art.  If you don't know what latte art is...  see the video.  It's pretty cool.  In my dream, I was doing that sort of stuff and I was good.

Also, later that same sleeping period, I had a dream that I went to see Hellboy 2.  It was pretty good in my dream, and after the dream I said, as I have said after the commercials for it, "you can definitely tell that the director was the same as Pan's Labyrinth."  

These aren't really all that interesting of dreams, but I finally remembered some.  :)

So I just had a dream after having a wonderful date with a wonderful guy.  The reason I talk about the wonderful date with the wonderful guy is because my dream was affected by it.  In my dream, I woke up the next day and didn't go to classes.  I was too dazzled by the guy to go to class.  I got yelled at by many people about missing class, but I just kept walking around in a daze.  It was a fun dream, but not very involved.

So this is a dream I had, but all I remember are the rules to the game I played in my dream.  Considering that all I saw is the game going on, I think that would be the main thing I remember.  Alright, so it is a co-op game.  One player plays with the mouse and one player with the keyboard.  The mouse person is the taller of the two characters depicted below. 
 
So the Mouse person's cursor is that circle with the cross... and the keyboard person gets to move through the map.  The goal is to "kill" as many of the falling circles as possible.  the mouse person has to click them and the keyboard person has a gun that they can angle.  The two people are connected, so the mouse person who only has a limited range relies on the keyboard person.  The keyboard person can only shoot in front of them, so they rely on the mouse person to get the ones behind. 

Below are shots from the boss fight:
 
 

There was a dog-like creature in a spaceship, the mouse person has to shoot it down and the keyboard person has to shoot it from the ground.

*shrug*

It was fun in the dream

So I get home from work and go to sleep.  The next thing I know, I'm dreaming about work.  This was a stressful dream, so I don't really feel like typing it all out, but I will say that it was hardly restfull.  Then I went to work in the morning.  Way too much work in a row.

The day after the raining dream, I had a dream that a friend of mine who I had a crush on for the longest time was upset with someone else for inviting me to the corn maize because he invited his crush and he didn't want me there to mess it up.  It wasn't much of a story, but it is still a dream.

It's raining and I am upset.  I slowly walk around in the rain, tears falling freely from my eyes.  The rain soaks my t-shirt and jeans and my flip-flops don't protect my feet.  After an hour, my tears are all dried up and I feel numb inside and out.  I walk by a department store attached to a mall, I think it's JcPenny, but it doesn't matter.  I know I need to get out of the rain because I am shaking from the cold.  When I walk in with a blank look on my face and dripping wet, a cashier notices me.  I sit down on the floor by the doors shivering and about three minutes later a towel is waving in front of my face.  I don't take it, or even bother to notice it, so the towel gets draped on my shoulders.  I draw the towel in closer and finally notice the cashier who brought me the towel.  "My name is Brian," he says to me, but I just stare at him looking upset.  He walks away to help the customers.  Hours later, when I am dry and the towel is soaked, Brian approaches me and says they are closing in five minutes.  I nod and he walks away.  As soon as he walks away, I realize that I never thanked him for being so nice.  I stand up and walk toward his register, but he has a very long line building up because the store is about to close.  I decide to walk across the mall to another store to try to find a towel in Dillards, but when I get there, they are locking up the store.  I walk back, through the food court, and try to find Brian to thank him.  He is by his register checking out the last customer.  She is buying towels, and he offers her the better towels at the same price.  She obviously accepts and buys the towels and walks off.  I walk up and say I want to buy the towel.  He just smiles at me and hands me the towels the lady originally was going to buy.  I take them and walk out the store.  Then I try to turn around to thank him, but there is a crowd rushing out the door and I can't get through.  I then walk away from the store without ever telling Brian my name or thanking him. 

THE End