I remember a dream from when I was quite young that was very vivid and had a strong impact on me. I dreamt that I was having sex with a strange-looking old hag who had an enormous vagina. I was seated on her lap. Our intercourse was immensely pleasurable to me. I was so young that at one level, I didn't even understand what it was that I had dreamt, while on another level I not only understood what was happening but was having a grand time. This was not a wet dream because it was a pre-pubertal dream. The logic breaks down in the impossibility of my having sex with her while seated on her lap, but that had probably been my strongest image of consorting with women to that point in my life. And since I was probably in my mother's lap more than anyone else's, the dream also may have been somewhat Oedipal, though, I hasten to add, the woman in the dream looked and acted nothing like my mother or grandmother or anyone I had ever met. But who needs logic in a dream? Mark Miller _____________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com Or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866]
