Dreams -- the Good, the Bad, the Bizarre

I had the oddest dream the other night -- zombies. Yep, living dead eat the living zombies. Still haven't figured out where this came from. I'm really not a big fan of horror in general, let alone zombies in particular. I have occasionally watched a zombie movie, most recently Shaun of the Dead and part of another one who's title completely escapes me, but the most recent was weeks ago. So, clueless as to why my brain decided to spit out zombies during dreamtime. And to make it worse, it became one of those dreams where I knew I was dreaming and was trying to change it to make everything okay and nothing was working.

I was at my grandparents ranch (haven't been there in over 10 years) and my kids were with me. It's hazy but I think a few other adults were there too (my sister, maybe?). And we were trying to keep zombies out of the house and away from us so we could escape. Almost all the "walls" of the house were floor-to-ceiling windows and sliding glass doors (really, in real life). And for some unknown reason, while I'm trying to fight off zombies and protect my kids, I'm worried about making sure the cat can get in and out of the house okay and has food and water -- even during the dream I was aware of how stupid this was. So, as I kept trying to change things so the zombies would be gone, and nothing was working, I was becoming ever more frustrated. I put large SUV right next to the door, got everyone into it, and took off, and just as I'm thinking "finally, no more zombies, it's over" there's one of them on the roof of the car! That's when I finally woke up enough to decide I'd had it with zombie dreams for the night.

As I'm lying there, barely awake, I'm thinking "what can I possibly fill my mind with that will help me not focus on zombies? Know what came to mind? Sex, of course :) I honestly don't remember specifically what thoughts of sex I filled my mind with, but it worked. No more dreams of bleeping zombies. But it did lead to another interesting dream, the one I was having when I woke up.

DH and I were at some club somewhere, dim lighting, tables, lots of people. A guy comes up to us while we're getting drinks and tells DH that he'd really like to get to know me better, and DH invites him to join us at our table. A table that already has about 4 or 5 other men sitting around out. Apparently, we were interviewing to find someone to join us in a threesome (or moresome).

I'm not going to lie, this is a recurring fantasy for me (4 hands, 2 mouths, 2 cocks [shiver], focused on me, oh wow -- could be heaven). DH goes back and forth as to whether it might ever be a reality, and I'm not holding my breath. It's ultimately his decision, and it's not something I "need" to be happy. I don't think he's so much worried about how I would handle it, but how he would -- he might consider it his "get out of jail free" card and he would think that he was then entitled to go fuck anyone he wanted, with or without my knowledge/approval/company. I don't look at it that way at all, but as long as he does... Guess it will stay firmly in my fantasies.