This morning, my girlfriend woke up a bit frisky. She was flirting with me, but I wasn't really flirting back. I wasn't rejecting her of course, but she could tell it was a bit of an effort for me to keep acting interested. And so she asked, "What's wrong?"
I explained that my dreams last night had involved sex, but I wouldn't really call them enjoyable, and it had left me a bit out of sorts.
I was chosen to be the one to read through the pages of the Necronomicon, for the book desires to be read, and one must be sacrificed to its hunger in order to save us all. After that, the dream was a series of short, hazy "vingettes", 1001 Tales style. Read a page, have a brief hazy sequence of what that story depicts. They started bad. Werewolves, insects that devour cities, terrible plagues upon the earth. But the further I read, the worse and worse they got, mixing graphic gore with deeper existentialist horror.
The last one before I woke up was "Atef, the False Desire Etched In Acid." It was a worm about twice the size of a horse, that predated on humans by dissolving them and slurping up their remains, but had the special power that anyone who observed it would see something they wanted to be close to or considered sexually attractive and nonthreatening.
The dream started with me as the sacrifice, thrown down into it's lair. I quickly made a blindfold out of the tattered remains of the previous sacrifice's shirt. Blind, and slamming into every object in my path (it hurt) I fled the lair able to hear it right behind me. It was a palpable terror, and my heart pounding nearly woke me up in bed several times. And so I ran, until I felt sunlight, and sprinted out into the open, and shouted for help -- and my friends came and asked what was wrong.
So, with my friends there, I removed the blindfold and looked back -- and explained that I really wanted them to meet my girlfriend. They cooed and made polite sounds and introduced themselves and told me I was lucky to be dating a chick so far out of my league. All the while, the worm oozed acid from it's leathery skin, while it's circular maw of lamprey-like teeth clicked. It was in no hurry, sitting there in a slothful stupor, waiting for us to come to it.
Which we did, of course. I did. The rest of the dream was us "making out," complete with an emotional sense that this is really sexy and attractive (and the associated physical symptoms), but the visual was clearly my face being slowly melted off by acid and the skin scraped away by those lamprey teeth once it was pliable enough. Like wax. I awoke aroused, but also with a powerful sense of dread, and more than that, filth. Something dirty, and something wrong.
Overall, my girlfriend took it pretty well I would say. Nobody likes being turned down by their SO, but she's always been understanding and sweet.
Will have to make it up to her later.