Back on the “Not So Stylish” post, one of the things I listed was:

5. I still have wet dreams. Not for lack of sex.

Which lead to Cubby asking:

Do you ever remember the dream you are having at the time of the emission?

“Yes” would be the short answer.

But I’m not really sure how to approach writing a post about that. I don’t want to just write about the specifics that occur in said dreams, many of which I do remember. That would seem sleazy of me.

So I guess I’ll approach the post as to the overall themes that re-occur in said dreams. The vast majority of the dreams involve oral sex in some fashion. I’m not really sure why the fixation on oral sex. But that’s what makes up most of the dreams “activities”.

And most usually involve people I know in real life—both gay and straight—who I won’t name here for fear of not being able to look them in the face again.

I’d blame an extremely hyper-overactive imagination, but if that were the case there should be more going on in these dreams than just that one activity.

I’ve always had this “issue” with nocturnal emissions for as long as I remember, both when I was single and since I’ve been partnered. While I am one who can generally go without sex for months at a time, the Husbear is the opposite and wants it several times a day if he could. So quantity of sex can be ruled out for the most part.

I have often wondered if it has something to do with the night terrors I used to have as a child, which have translated into the reoccurring nightmares I tend to have as well. I don’t wake up screaming like I used to, but I do tend to thrash and wake up frequently.

Maybe the dream outlet is the same, and the end result is just a different physical response.

I wonder if a small bladder is to blame? Which I seriously think has something to do with it. I’ve mentioned before that I used to wet the bed until late in my teens, and that I still have an occasional accident. One of the dream cues that signals that I need to wake up to pee is actually me giving myself oral sex in a dream. I have no idea why that is, but it is.

If only I were still that flexible.

I guess until I figure out what is at the root of these dreams, I’ll just keep on having them. Which isn’t a bad thing in my book.

That being said, aren’t you glad you’re not having to sleep next to me at night? 😉