Every now and then you dream in mythology. This was very interesting. It’s a little dirty, so stop reading if you can’t handle naked body parts.
Sometimes my most vivid dreams happen between the time I wake up and go back to sleep at 6 a.m., and the time I actually wake up at 7:30. This morning in that fertile time I was out with a group of friends in New York City, and there was a guy, a new guy. He appeared Asian or Eurasian, medium height, slender build, not my type. But there was enticing, magical eye contact, and soon we went off together.
We began to…I don’t know what. Were we kissing? Hugging? Something intimate, vertical, and clad. I asked if I was assuming too much. He said, “Are you kidding? This has already moved from a secondary to a primary relationship!” It was intense and perfect, like it is in dreams.
Then he said something about how we were going to have children together, and I stopped and said “No, we’re really not.” He thought I was being coy, or slowing him down, and I said “No, I’m really not having any more children, I’m done.” And he kind of froze, struggling to take that in. So he said he needed a minute to think, and he walked away, but while he was gone, we continued to make love.
This is the part that I didn’t realize until after I woke up. While he was gone, we continued to make love. He left his penis behind for me.
I know that Coyote keeps his penis in a box, suggesting to me that I’ve had a Trickster dream. Not having any expertise in Native American gods, I don’t know what that means, and I don’t know if there are any other Gods or Beings who might have detachable penises (penii?). Googling “detachable penis” is out of the question, the scary porn links would crash my machine.
So. Anyway. Coyote visiting me in my dreams. Gotta mean something.
(The last time I had a mystical sex dream, it was Alex Sanders. My dream life is way better than my waking life.)
You know how when someone tells you their dream and the meaning (or one meaning) is so obvious it’s almost funny that they don’t hear it?
Umm… mother/crone struggle much?
(This does not say that the Trickster thing is not also valid.)
Well yeah, he got up and walked away at the children issue. I forgot to say he was younger, like 30 or 35. So something about desirability also.
But still, left his penis behind for me to play with while he walked away. Gotta mean something. Very god-like.
Which, if he’s a god, supports, or bookends, the crone thing.
Yup. I got that he was younger, in the way he wasn’t your type… he was too slight and girly for you, which feels young.
He wasn’t girly, actually, very square jaw, high cheekbones, chiseled features (I can see him), but slight, kind of…oh, I’ll think of an actor soon. You don’t watch ER, right? Hmm….
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Osiris comes to mind, but the fact that this Being looked vaguely Asian or Eurasian does suggest Native American.
ER: I know most of the characters.
For me, sometimes the most telling aspects of a dream come out in the telling. What you described left out the jaw, and I got girly… not gay girly, just Depp girly (but Aisian/Eurasian). I had one a few months back… I can’t remember it now, but some pun came out in my description that made everything (meaningwise) so clear.
Course I had that snake dream right before my first visit to Joe’s.
I want to open a cigar company just to use the tagline: Because sometimes a cigar IS just a cigar.
Great tag line.
Ah, Osiris is an interesting idea. And maybe not Depp girly, maybe more Stamos, y’know? Very Stamos, in fact.
But what you say about the telling is interesting too.
Stamos. got it.
Yeah I wish I could remember the example.
But it’s like Anita Hill referring to his “penetrating stare”. That has always convinced me that she was telling the truth.
On a whim I googled Coyote. One of the first things that came up was COYOTE: The Sex Workers’ Rights Organization. That, coupled with your most recent post, got me thinking.
You and this man are making love, and he says he wants children, to which you give an emphatic “No.” So he leaves, but it’s the “here’s what I want, here’s what I’m telling you to do” part of him. You’re able to continue making love with him, which suggests an empowering, “I’m allowed to have sex, regardless of the constraints of when, for what reasons and in what circumstances society says I can have sex” perspective.
The whole thing seems to be about individual and independent sexual freedom. At least that’s my take on it.
Oh yeah, and if you haven’t yet, maybe read “Coyote Blue” by Christopher Moore.
-Evn
(My Buffy song really should’ve been “I’ve Got a Theory” instead of “I’ll Never Tell.”)
Evn, I have an Egyptian boss, and comparing his looks to the Eurasian looks of my dream-lover; yeah I think that could gloss in dream-language as Osiris.
Hmmm….
You’ve got yourself a song anyway
Detatchable Penis, by King Missile
I woke up this morning with a bad hangover
And my penis was missing again.
This happens all the time.
It’s detachable.
[background singing begins: “detachable penis” over and over]
This comes in handy a lot of the time.
I can leave it home, when I think it’s gonna get me in trouble,
or I can rent it out, when I don’t need it.
But now and then I go to a party, get drunk,
and the next morning I can’t for the life of me
remember what I did with it.
First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn’t find it.
So I called up the place where the party was,
they hadn’t seen it either.
I asked them to check the medicine cabinet
’cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes
But not this time.
So I told them if it pops up to let me know.
I called a few people who were at the party,
but they were no help either.
I was starting to get desperate.
I really don’t like being without my penis for too long.
It makes me feel like less of a man,
and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak.
After a few hours of searching the house,
and calling everyone I could think of,
I was starting to get very depressed,
so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast.
Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark’s Place,
where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street,
I saw my penis lying on a blanket
next to a broken toaster oven.
Some guy was selling it.
I had to buy it off him.
He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen.
I took it home, washed it off,
and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete.
People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached,
but I don’t know.
Even though sometimes it’s a pain in the ass,
I like having a detachable penis.
[background voices continue to sing “detachable penis” for
a while, then out]
I think your husband sang that to me. It’s very funny.
A zipless fuck with a detachable penis from the perfect man who wasn’t there……
Somewhere in his grave Freud just got wood….. 😀