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I know that you're not supposed to write posts about your dreams, but I hope that exceptions to this rule can be made in the Basement.
I've been having dream about men other than my husband. Not sex dreams so much, though sex is sometimes involved, but dreams about being in love with other men. Not men that I know. Men that are, or seem to be, figments of my imagination. Usually I'm much younger than I am now. Sometimes I'm aware, in the dream, that I have a husband somewhere. Sometimes the dreams end badly, where I end up losing the person, getting hurt, that kind of thing. But the basic theme is always the same - meet some guy, realize that I am in love with that guy, fumble around about being in love, often have that love end badly, wake up.
I love my husband very, very much. We have a good sex life. I don't fantasize about other men, I can't imagine thinking about running off. So the dreams are weird, and they feel weird. I can't figure them out. I don't know why I have them.
It's not every night. But it's a few times a month, anyway.
I can understand about sex dreams. But love? Why love? I have love, lots of it, so why do I dream about finding it somewhere else?
Any dream analysts out there?