I had a weird porn-related dream last night, that I'm curious to what it might mean. Honest to Porn Jesus, I actually had this dream. No BS.

Okay, so in the dream I am a mainstream film actor acting in a film based on the life of Max Hardcore. In the film I am playing a 20-something year old version of the film's subject(despite the fact that I bear no resemblance whatsoever to him). We are on break, and actors and porn whores(for some reason, every female part is played by a person in the adult industry) are having lunch. All the people are flirting, grabbing, groping, ect. each other, each couple trying to outdo the previous.

At this point in the dream, my girlfriend in this dream, sUmMeR lUv(now, it's really turned into some sort of mild nightmare), whispers something in my ear. I look to her and say, "Allright, let's do this." She then proceeds to start giving me a blow job in front of everyone. Everyone stops what they are doing and stares in confusion and disbelief. I grab her head and force it down(what she told me to do when whispered in my ear) until she started vomiting gallons of sickness all over the place.

It is at this point everyone is thoroughly disgusted with us and refuse to talk to either of us anymore. We are oblivious to the reasons why we are now treated like beings lower than dirt. We see nothing wrong with what had been done.

What does it all mean? Why am I having dreams like this? Why can't I just have normal dreams like everyone else? How come even in my dreams, the best looking girl I can get is sUmMeR lUv?

Once again, I swear this is an actually dream that I had last night. No lie.

Judging from your subconscious choice of girlfriend, you've got the self loathing in spades. I'd cut straight to the push ups and pray for salvation.

Taking a break from the Max movies prolly wouldn't hurt either.

This can be interpreted a number of ways. I think we need to know whether the Yellow couch was in your dream and what role it plays.

Strangely enough, there was no yellow couch.

I have many books on dream interpretation left over from my hypnotherapy days...here is a passage that might prove insightful to you, MB:

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Acting Are you 'playing a part' -not entirely sincere- in a personal relationship? Acting could imply some form of pretence and the dream may be telling you to be yourself. The part you were playing may be important -a hero, villain or comedian. Is this how you see yourself, or do you feel forced into the characterisation you assume in waking life? Do you long to remove the costume and make up and 'be yourself' rather than play some role? This is what the dream may be saying.

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Sadly, there are no entries for 'throatfuck' or 'pukefuck' or 'Max Hardcore biopic'.

Funny thing this thread should come up, I had a weird dream last night too. I dreamt my mom and I got in a fight, and in a rage she took off speeding in her car. She got in an accident and killed another driver-- in fact, decapitated them, right in front of a Wicked movie set. And they just kept on filming, annoyed that I had reached the scene, sobbing, looking for my mom. Apparently I was disturbing the audio track.

Was Luke the guy decapitated in the other car?

This is really strange that you would post this today. I have dreams almost every night but they are never porn related. However, it seems I've been spending too much time on xpt lately. Here is my dream, I swear I'm not making this up, and I'm not writing this to offend anyone or to make fun. I'm sure somebody is either going to ridicule me to the bones or hate me, but it's what I actually dreamt. I wouldn't have written about it if you hadn't brought up your dreams today:

In my dream Luke Ford had been killed by some kind of orwellian secret state police because of his dissident intellectual work. It was a situation like in communist Russia, where dissidents often were made to disappear. I was stunned in the dream because of the unexpected violence and I felt sorry and sad for Luke (even though I have never met him). I was looking at the piles of grey metallic military style file boxes that contained his life writings. It was a lot of boxes, and they were all going to be stored away by the police. I was shocked and kept thinking that Luke was so young and it just felt so wrong and violent that he had been killed. I remember also thinking that it was sad that he hadn't been give the opportunity to continue writing, and what a loss that was...

If Luke runs into a slow news day this week, I predict he will post both Holly's and Vanessa's dream write-ups.