Dreams were a curse to me when I was young. Still are, I reckon. I have never slept well, so I tend to remember a lot of mine, especially the more vivid ones. In sleep the mind is freed from the confines morality and society place on us, freed to roam where it chooses. My mind tends to wander into some pretty strange areas sometimes, and those have at points in life inspired me to not so great things. I have cursed my dreams for it, and my sick mind for cooking them up. It was all another cog in the wheels that drove my esteem into the ditch, and made me feel abnormal and perverted. After the abuse, I sexualized everything and everyone, so I guess I shouldnt have been surprised that sex claimed my dreams as well.
I have seen both sides, and I wouldnt want to be on the other end either, where sex is beyond a person. I know of those who cannot be intimate for fear that goes deeper than words. I can understand they are reacting to sexual trauma by being non-sexual, just as I have been hyper-sexual. The pain is no less there either. I figure dreams convey life to an extent. What is important to us in life becomes expressed while we sleep. If sex is something you cant enjoy, I suppose you wouldnt dream of it much.
A final thought I had was that in life we all are seeking this thing called NORMAL. It is a search that we will never put an end to, because it doesnt exist. NORMAL is a figment of our own imagination; we create it just like we create dreams. We draw on lifes lessons, and forge this ideal world that no one actually lives in, and then judge ourselves when we fail to get there. I wish that I could recapture the years I wasted beating myself up trying to get there. I wish I had stopped searching long before now.
In reality normal is exactly who and what you are now. It is different for every person, because everyone draws on life differently. If you dont have sex dreams, well then you dont. You are who life has made you, and you are perfectly normal for who and what you are.
take care of yourself
jeff