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My last attempt at posting this was completely deleted by Gaia, and of course it was better. ******** you, Gaia!

Last night I dreamed I was back in college, with a male roommate. It was also Halloween-themed. Anyway, this college was haunted by three ghosts or witch sisters called the Three Hags (original, I know). Anyway, it was a big thing when they chose someone to haunt, and they'd apparently chosen to haunt our entire dorm. Halloween was their big night, appropriately.

So Halloween night came, and at some signal, everyone sprinted back to their rooms and hoped the Hags wouldn't choose to visit them that night (why? I don't know).

Naturally, they chose to come to my room. I curled up in bed under the covers and basically cowered there while they did...something. It made white flash behind my eyes. I kept saying "Jesus save me" and eventually they quit...and moved on to my roommate. I guess it was pretty intense, because he freaked out while they worked whatever mojo they did.

It must not have been too bad though, because a little while later I stood up and inquired how he was holding up after that. He must have said he was fine, because I turned around to get back into bed...and discovered it was no longer where I left it. I turned back around only to see that it was now right next to his bed, bedsheets and all (presumably moved by the hags, I don't know why).

I must have just shrugged it off, because I walked over and got under the covers again, preparing to go to sleep. He was still pretty freaked out over the Three Hags, so I stayed up facing him, and we talked for a while. Next thing I knew, he leaned over and kissed me, and I kissed him back, and we kept it up for several minutes. Then he drew back and said, "You were supposed to stop that."

I guess I got nervous, because I stood up and composed myself I guess, and when I turned back around, my bed was suddenly moved again, back across the room where it had started. So I went and climbed back into it and went to sleep...?

My subconscious sucks at producing wet dreams. I mean, really, what else could that have been but the setup for a wet dream? Then my dream-self chickens out. Hmph.

EDIT: Oh, and apparently, one of the chief forms of entertainment at this college was attaching small wheels underneath long boards and riding them down hills. Wouldn't work in real life, but it worked in the dream, of course.