Harass Me

Either yesterday morning or the day before I had this mildly disturbing, yet intriguing dream. It was disturbing because it was somewhat realistic and definitely not an escape from reality. It was intriguing because it was also fantasy-like.

Allow me to elaborate.

It was setting in the Middle Ages, some sort of Renaissance feel. There were lay people everywhere, trading posts, stands, all of that you would notice in a small village. I really have no idea if I was visiting from the future or if I genuinely lived there. I will say at least two things I'm sure of. I had the knowledge as I do now [thus from the present], and I have no idea what I was wearing. My cousin was with me in this little village. I don't know if I was looking for something to trade/purchase, but we were walking around the village. The interesting and creepy part of the dream involved the fact that just about every man I passed by was giving me highly sexed looks, words, or even touches. I was being hit on by almost everyone. Women even. I remember thinking at some point that this never ends, even in my dreams. I cannot recall if I got involved with any of the men, but I do know something happened with a woman. The whole dream itself wasn't very long. But I do know at some point a woman took me aside, but then it got really complicated when another woman was trying to get my attention and steal me from the other girl. I didn't want to anger anyone.

The part, however, that stands out to me the most is one particular man. He looked identical to the actor and comedian, Bill Bailey, whom I've had a dream of once before. Imagine Bill, with Middle Ages attire, as a layman, covered in dirt with messy hair and more weight. His eyes were also larger and more pronounced than they already are, just about popping out of their sockets. They were the creepiest thing about him. This man, I instantly recognized, but I knew he wasn't really Bill Bailey. This is where my present, waking knowledge exists in this dream. I determined that this layman was a Bill Bailey rip-off, a fraud. He was making the most intense advances towards me. Leaning his large belly against mine, angling his head backwards slightly and staring at me with this wide opened eyes. I don't recall the words he said to me, but he was rather persistent. The man also tried to convince my cousin he was the real Bill Bailey. But every instant he tried I immediately and confidently attacked his claim.

The weirdest thing about this dream was all the advances. This was a highly concentrated version of my waking life.