Thanks to a frank discussion with a co-worker recently, I’ve discovered that the sex dreams I’d been having for most of my life were more than just your average sex dreams. Initially, I thought I was just overly interested in sex and sexuality and that obsession came out in my dreams. It turns out that my dreams, and daydreams, and fantasies, weren’t just mine.

Apparently my partner in the dream shared the dream with me and I had no idea this whole time. My co-worker was a handsome guy and he approached me during our lunch break and said, “Do you ever wonder how many times you’ve come across someone’s mind when they are asleep?”

The question caught me by surprise, because I really hadn’t and it seemed like a thing I would obsess over. “No. What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, I was thinking about my dreams the other day, there are often random people in them doing random things and it made me wonder how often I was in the dreams of other people. I mean some of the people in my dreams I see every day, some I haven’t seen in over a decade and others I’m guessing I must have just seen in passing. So I wonder how often I show up in the dreams of others. Have I ever been in your dreams?” he asked me.

I got a little flustered because, yeah, he had, and yeah it was a sex dream and I didn’t want to discuss that at work. I blushed and he smiled. “Come out to Brian’s after work with me today. I think you and I should talk about this a little more,” he said as he got up and walked away.

Brian’s was a bar across the street from the office and I took him up on it. We got a table by the big front window, we ordered a couple of drinks, and then he just spat it out, “How much do you believe in spirituality?” he asked.

I thought about it, I honestly didn’t know, “Like religion?” I asked.

He shook his head, “No, just spirituality, the idea of a spirit and different planes of existence where our spirits can exist without our bodies for short periods of time and things like that.”

“I think just about anything is a possibility, why?” I asked.

“Because I’m a lucid dreamer, fully in control of my dreams and fully aware that they are dreams at all times during the dream. Last night you wandered into my dream like you were lost.”

“So you had a dream with me in it?” I asked.

He shook his head, “No, I mean you wandered into my dream, the dream I was controlling outside of your existence in it, and you looked dazed and unaware of where you were. You knew who I was but you almost seemed drunk.”

“I don’t understand?” I asked more than said.