I'm a namechanger.
I had a dream about two years ago where I dreamt that I was 'practising sexual intercourse' with my father.
In the dream, I could feel the cold wooden floor underneath us and his hands on my back.
My father died a couple of years ago (after I had the dream) and I'm not quite sure how to cope with it.
You know that when you normally have a dream, you forget pretty much all of it within twenty minutes of waking up? Well, this one has stayed with me - it still feels so real.
I'm not sure whether I'm mad, or somehow dirty or what. Sometimes I'm frightened by it, at other times it seems distant.
Goodness, I do sound mad.