Rattled

I had a night of vivid dreams recently. I hadn't had a flying dream in ages, and this one had flying in it. Even better, it wasn't the version where I can only fly when no one is looking at me and it's really hard work. This was flying as freedom and power.

I don't really recall what the narrative of the dream, if any, was.

But there was a very odd segment in the middle of it. I was in the bathroom, brushing my teeth. The sink was at the level of my chest. My father was sitting on the lid of the toilet next to the sink. He was naked, with a towel in his lap. When I spit out my mouthful of toothpaste, he reached up and pushed down on my head, as if to bring me to my knees and pull my face toward his crotch.

I said, "No!" forcefully, and pulled away.

And that was the end of that segment, as best I can remember.

Well. I really don't know what to make of that. I've never had a dream remotely like it before. I have no reason to believe I ever experienced anything like it in my waking life. Nothing new or different is going on in my life that would prompt such a dream, as far as I know. Maybe it's the equivalent of a psychic burp, and it means nothing whatsoever. But it definitely disturbs me and I haven't been able to get it out of my head for several days now.