The Dream of a Soho Massage Therapist

Your Soho Massage Therapist had quite a night last night! by Liz

Now before you let your imagination run wild … no, I did not sneak off to a secret party in Soho, nor did I fall madly in love, nor did I embark on some scandalous adventure. Nothing of the sort!

The truth is much simpler. I stayed up late because I got completely hooked on a film and just had to see how it ended. Afterwards, I slipped into bed, feeling cozy and content, and drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep.

This morning I woke up feeling wonderfully rested ,  truly rested, in a way I haven’t felt in a long time. Why? I have absolutely no idea, but I was full of energy, practically glowing.

After breakfast I forced myself to go to the gym (yes, the one I grumble about endlessly, but still attend because discipline must exist somewhere in life). Then, on my way to my beauty therapist, it hit me ~ that dream!‘

Holy moly, guacamole!
Suddenly I remembered what I had dreamed about, and for a few moments I was completely stunned.

Alright, you want to know, don’t you? Of course you do. I’m Korean, I love a little suspense!

So here it is. In my dream, I looked exactly like myself… except for one astonishing detail. I had a penis.

Yes, you read that correctly. I woke up remembering the image so vividly that I had to laugh out loud. Let me assure everyone right now m, it was only a dream, and I am one hundred percent woman, thank you very much.

In the dream, I remember lying on the bed, looking down at this new, rather large “attachment.” Naturally, if I’m going to dream I have one, I might as well dream big! I wasn’t horrified or excited, just puzzled ,as any normal woman would be upon finding herself in such a surreal situation.

The image stayed with me all day. I kept thinking about it while getting my beauty treatment, on the way home, and even while shopping for an upcoming romantic evening. Yes, I plan these things days in advance, it is  a true professional always prepares to make every encounter special.

Still waiting for my cleaner to come and save the flat though. Even a sensual therapist has to live like everyone else!

Now, what would Freud say about this dream? That I’m open-minded? That I’m secretly craving balance between masculine and feminine energy? Or maybe that I just need a holiday? Who knows.

Personally, I think I’ll blame the naughty boy I was texting last night. We were joking about a playful three-person massage session with one of my lovely TS friends, perhaps that idea slipped into my subconscious and decided to make a grand appearance in dreamland.

P.S.

Please don’t send me dream interpretations because:

I truly do not care.

If I wanted one, I could analyse it myself.

I just had to share it because it was too funny not to. Imagine it — your Soho Massage Therapist waking up from a dream like that!

Still one hundred percent woman, still full of curiosity, and apparently now the star of my own Freudian comedy.

Liz – Your Soho Massage Therapist 💋

Dreams can be strange indeed, but they make the mornings much more interesting.