Can’t buy me love
Valentine’s week was marked by dreams of money and cold sex. A distinctly unromantic collection of reports.
Physical intimacy was generally unwanted or regretted. Propositions from unsuitable partners. Infidelity. A surprisingly high number of assaults.
Our pursuers were demons, strangers, and for one dreamer, an aggressively amorous raccoon.
We woke feeling gross and guilty.
Money threaded through our dreams but with little consistency. It was stolen from some and won in contests by others.
I Dreamt I was on a walk with my ex-boyfriend (we are friends now) but we were walking and talking and for some reason, I kissed him. It felt real but I had instant regret and I fell to the floor crying.
