Persuasion and Threesomes

My best friend always calls me a “master brainwasher”. He is referring to the way I talk to people whenever I am trying to convince them of an idea (pitches, fun stories and so on). I take it as a compliment, and he means it humorously, but last night’s dream is exactly what he is referring to.

It kicks off in a rundown version of the co-op we live in. It looks about the same, except for a lot of things being painted blue (my favorite color) and the walls having cracks in them and water dripping from the ceiling. I walk into the kitchen and there he was: Jamie Foxx

My best friend and I sat down with him to persuade the Oscar-winning actor to join us in our cinematic production of Ralph Ellison’s “Invisible Man” (which is something we are actually planning on in real life lol).

I don’t quite remember whether I ended up being successful or not, but the entire experience struck me because it’s as if my mind was simulating in a scenario where I would be forced to pitch my heart out for something I truly believe in. Doing so in the dream state however enabled me to observe my mannerism and rhetorical techniques from a third-person standpoint. Seeing myself speak persuasively about the movie reminded me a lot of the way Christopher Nolan characters speak in his more expository movies (such as the Inception and The Prestige). I just felt like I was looking at someone slowly performing a spell to capture another person’s mind.

Flashforward to a few minutes later, a huge party is thrown at the co-op to celebrate what I assumed to be the making of the movie. As I was walking around curiously, I started talking to a girl. For the longest time I thought she was a stranger, but then I realized she was this one brunette (her hair color will matter in a little bit) girl I once met a church function.

Just like that, we are in her room. She convinced me to go there to get a drink, but just as I go over to her minibar and pour us both drinks, she comes up behind me, naked, and grabs my genitals. She whispered something sexy in my ear (don’t remember quite what it was) but just as she was about to kiss me as I turned around I grabbed her wrists and stopped. I apologized but declined her offer, but as I noticed she was mortified I began to explain the weird madonna-whore complex I have.

She appeared to understand my predicament, and, just like my ex-girlfriends before, she began to inquire curiously about my odd interpretation of religion and sex. “Is there a scenario in which you would have sex with me?” she asked. I hesitated, but then ashamedly admitted that a threesome for some reason does it for me. She proceeded to explain that she would be open to the idea but only with someone she would trust and would feel attracted to, and she pointed me to this friend of hers: a blond girl from another church (I am pretty sure these two girls are not friends or even know each other in real life).

Before moving forward, I want to clarify that I don’t feel any particular attraction to either of these two girls. To be perfectly honest they are not really who comes to mind when I think of beautiful women, nor do I interact with them on a regular basis (talked to the brunette once and the blonde maybe twice).

At any rate, the blonde girl was at the other side of the party. I tried to reach her and talk to her, but she sort of ran away, not from me but from the party. She appeared to be uncomfortable there. Even though I was walking rapidly and she was walking slowly, she appeared to get farther away by the second. Somehow instead of walking out to the balcony we had walked out into a long wooden bridge suspended with ropes.

While I was walking, I kept trying to read her emotional state and figure out what to say. After all, I was very well motivated! She appeared very distressed, somewhat detached from the happy mood of the party. Maybe she was depressed, so I kept thinking of ways to cheer her up.

She stopped halfway across the bridge, and looked below at the cold dark water. A storm began to form on the sky above her, which really started to worry me. It looked very menacing but she was so far away she could not hear me. Suddenly, she jumped suicidally off the bridge. I ran as fast as I could and jumped into the water to save her!

After catching her and swimming back to another suspended bridge, I embraced her trying to reassure her but the storm was already assuming a psychedelic dimension to it and it was fast approaching. “Everything is going to be all right I said”, staring into the dark storm flashing lightening everywhere. I could sense through her skin in my arms that she was immediately better, and she began slowly kissing my neck.

Once I realized I had managed to “brainwash” her, I turned my head to the right and zoomed my vision all the way to the side of the balcony where the brunette was. She was us there as well, and signaled she was on her way.

I was so excited that I was finally going to have a threesome, but just like that…I woke up