So there I was, sleeping, and in some alternate universe where the most highly celebrated olympic sport is some form of skiing down long slides(ala a water park) and into a pool, then concluding with a neat swim routine. I was invited on a date by a cute, tall asian girl medal winner, and a friend of mine, a blonde short-yet-still-quite-hot girl. Welp, as we were walking through the empty stadium, the mood turned sexual as dreams are meant to, once I'm semi-lucid. Did I say cute tall asian girl? Well I meant effeminite, tall, asian dude, apparently, because once the clothes came off, he had dangly bits. Of course he did, he was always a guy, wasn't he? Yeah. What was I thinking? Oh well, this could be fun anyway... Nope nevermind, mood gone.
Apparently straight even in dreams. Though talking in this thread is almost certainly what prompted the dream. After posting in this thread I was thinking about whether or not I've ever dreamed of doin' it with a guy, and there's not a single time that ever came to mind. I remember even challenging myself to try to dream a situation it could arise.
While growing up, a friend of mine used to say that if you ever have a gay thought, that it actually means you're gay. Also, if you're really repulsed by thought of it that it was just homophobia masking a deeper homosexual desire. I was a pretty nervous person growing up, so apparently I was shaken by these thoughts, thinking I might be secretly gay, somehow not knowing it myself. I've gotta say those aren't the case in my situation, I really am straight. Makes me wonder about him though haha.