Two Uncomfortable Dreams of Seduction


I was in a room at a house party with a man I used to date. He was trying to seduce me. It made me uncomfortable. He knew I had a boyfriend to whom I was faithful, but didn’t care. I had the impression that he would easily become angry if I didn’t have sex with him. I was a little afraid. I don’t know how I got out of it, but I did.

Later, I was in the room with a very pretty girl I used to know. She was trying to seduce me. We kissed. I felt uncomfortable. I knew her to be a person who needed constant male attention to bolster her horribly low self esteem. I wondered what her real motive was in trying to seduce me. Was she treating me like a man? Was she trying to impress a man? I didn’t think that she actually liked me for myself. Still, at the same time, it occurred to me that I had never seen her breasts before, even though many other people had, and I’d seen many other people’s. I decided to see her breasts before I ended the seduction.


I was at a restaurant with my friends, having a semi-good time. There was chaos that somehow ended up with me being at a house with an older man from my work. It seemed, afterwards, that he had manipulated the situation to make that happen. We were in a darkened room in my dad’s house, actually. My boss was in the adjoing, doorless room, working at a desk. The older man from my work had rented some “hip” indie film that he’d thought I’d like to see. He put it on the VCR and he and I lay on a mattress on the floor, as that was the only seating in the room. The older man made friendly conversation, then eventually told me something like, “I think you’re a really nice young lady. Let’s go to my place and have sex tonight.”

I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to refuse but, for some reason, I felt was too embarrassed to do so while my boss could overhear us. As if the older man’s behavior was excusable, but I couldn’t say or do anything sexual in my boss’s presence, even if it was refusing sex. I was still trying to think of a response when a twenty-something man with red hair (no one I know, but supposedly an acquaintance in the dream) showed up and plopped down beside me on the other side of the mattress. He made no advances, but I smiled at him in relief and the older man got up and left in a huff.

Mere seconds later, I had a typewritten note from the older man in my hand. It said something like, “My apartment is clean and spotless and full of expensive things. Let me know if you change your mind and want to come to my apartment tonight instead of staying with that young guy with no money.” The paper was stained like recipe books get stained, with spots of grease and flour.

I was amused by the note and relieved that I’d gotten out of the uncomfortable situation. But still wary, knowing that wouldn’t be the end of it.

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Posted in dreams on 08/11/2006 02:41 pm

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