Dreams are funny. Only occassionaly are they a direct tie to our fantasies - think about it, if my dreams played out my fantasies I would be nailing Salma Hayek on a nightly basis and would never stay up to see Letterman. Instead, the few dreams I remember tend to have me fighting my way out of the middle of a crowd of people who all want to hurt me or people I care about. Not near as much fun.
The books would tell me I feel helpless in situation at work or relationships. They may tell you that you feel disconnected from women/femininity. It's dicey work to figure out. I have found that when I write them down they tend to at least change. Don't sweat it too much - unless the guy coming at you is Ron Jeremy. All bets off then.
