Dream posts suck, but when you have a disturbing dream involving a beloved sit-com family, you have to share it. This is almost as disturbing as the masturbating Uncle Joey dream.
Last night I dreamt that I had to help the Brady Bunch put together a swingset in their astro-turfed backyard. Only the Brady Bunch were some weird S&M family, and they all dressed in shiny black latex/vinyl gear: zippered masks, ball gags, the whole ‘bring out the gimp’ shebang. And the swingset was some sort of giant, gymnastic sex toy.
The worst was Greg Brady who walked around with his doofy, poofy hair and strange weights hanging from his penis.
Also, their house was super awesome and I kept wondering two things: 1. How did the kids get to be all the same age (they were 20somethings in my dream) and 2. Was this the fictional Brady Bunch in some sort of weird sado-masochistic incest thing, or was this just the actors in a sort of poly-amorous group love thing.
I never figured it out.