LOL. Well, alrighty then. I'm going to go to sleep tonight listening to the racy scenes in one of the Outlander books. That should help.
I don't think that what I eat has anything to do with what I dream .My Sex Dreams are far different from when I was a young man. I no longer have the Nocturnal Emissions. My dreams don't puzzle or disturb me. I have always been a romantic and my sex dreams now are more romantic than sexual.
@D'Ellyn Dottir It still remains unanswered for me whether "love" and sex are intertwined, or separate entities. The "HAG-TV" shows with folks proclaiming, "I love the cabinets, I love the kitchen, I love the color, etc." seem to answer that one. How do you go about "loving" a cabinet?? Frank
Did you feel the same at age 70 about sexless romance or did it just lessen as you grew older? What I eat has nothing to do with my dreams either and certainly, there is no food involved in any dream I have of a sexual nature. I can't remember ever having a nightdream involving full-fledged hanky panky. Sometimes I dream of being somewhere shopping topless in skimpy panties but more trying to find my bra and clothes or hideout. My daydreams however might have R-rated intrusion but still no relationship to any food.
That's the problem with having a language that has only one word to convey a wide range of intention and emotion. But in a sense, perhaps the word "want" or the phrase "resonate with" could be substituted and be more accurate -- I want that cabinet, I resonate with that color. I was having this love and sex discussion with someone recently where the conclusion was that men need sex to feel love and women need love to want sex. While it appears we are on different paths, the destination is the same. So I can choose, when I'm told " I want you" to hear "I love you". If the relationship is good, the languaging is really saying the same thing. So to bring it back on topic, perhaps sex dreams are really about feeling loved, or wanting to feel loved.
You remind me of my Bohemien mother,lol. She was the type to skinny dip but only in our lake in th middle of the woods. That was less enjoying when a fish bit her nipple almost off,she came out of the water blood runing down her belly.She also had a bruning desire to be a cowgirl,she could shoot the head off a moccasin at 4 yards. She was a great woman and loved to rescue stray mangy dogs and cats.