When in someone else's body

 

I dreamed that I had transferred my consciousness into the body of my new friend, _______. Presumably, this was arranged so that I could feel how it was for her to fall in love with the guy who she'd been raving about. 

I had no idea where my body was during this time, whether it was being inhabited by her, off on some adventure elsewhere, or if it was just sleeping somewhere waiting for me to get done with my experience. But there I was, in her apartment, actually more of a ranch style house, with Mr. Wonderful in full pursuit mode.

I was kind of excited to see how this was going to feel, from this oddly familiar female perspective. I was going to sit back and wait for him to put his moves on me. 

I could feel what she must have been feeling as he talked the talk and made the gestures which I felt myself (her body) responding to. I still had my own consciousness intact making clinical judgements about his technique, etc. 

At some point I told him what the deal was: "_______'s not here. We've swapped bodies. I'm her friend and I'm here to evaluate you."

"And she's ok with it?" He seemed not too taken aback.

"Yes, it was her idea," I lied. I think it was my idea, but I'm not sure really. It was agreed upon though.

So, he proceeded to act as natural as could be while we went on with our evening. I was a little frightened that he might wind up...well, I had no I idea what he was going to do to me or how I'd react. I thought to myself, just go along with it and see how it feels. 

He picked up my Fender guitar, which kind of irked me, but I let it slide. I just didn't want him dinging it up, but he looked like he was being careful enough. 

In a tit for tat move, I picked up his guitar, a Flying V style that had an unfinished and slightly caveman look to it. It played wonderfully, though neither of us was using amplification so I can't say for sure how it sounded. It felt like it should sound great.

That was about it. Two guys, one of whom was inhabiting his female friend's body, hanging out waiting for _______ to come back and take over or not. I had the feeling that if she didn't get back soon, he was gonna go for it, regardless. 

It wasn't set in stone what anybody was supposed to do, so, in the meantime, he was trying to impress me (or her) with his guitar playing, which I couldn't really hear.

It was a weird sensation, feeling things from that perspective, but still being able to analyze it from my own sense of self. The anticipation, the foreign, yet somewhat familiar hormones coursing through my (her) body. I woke up, as usual, before anything actually consummated. Damn, and I was almost kinda looking forward to getting some.

All right, Freud, how fucked up am I? Or is this just a cigar.