Disturbing dream theatre

And now it's time for another installment on Disturbing dream theatre! YAY! You might recall that last time we left our heroine, she was coping with advances from a certain late crocodile hunter. Well, this time, she was a member of Buffy's scooby gang. That's right, I dreamed that I was one of the characters on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Buffy? Nope. Willow? Don't think so. Even Cordelia? Think again. I was. . .Xander. Yep. The everyguy next door, Xander. Why? No idea. So, we all were living on the moon, (what?!? it was a dream!) and it was actually kinda cool because there were invisible force fields around all the pathways, so there was air where you would be walking or whatever, then it just looked like moonscape beyond that. And since there's no weather on the moon, the walkways were all red carpet instead of cement. So we were watching this contest where people randomly draw something strange that they then have to incorporate into a play. The play we were watching had as it's random object: maggots. EWWW! So we're watching this play with maggots of all sizes doing a choreographed "dance," which was more of a repeating pattern of movement sort of thing, and the maggots are also burrowing under the carpet and I wig out because I'm afraid they might come back up on the carpet where I am, and I HATE maggots, so you can see how that might give me the wiggins. So the play ended and the gang split up and went our separate ways, except Willow and I walked together. Willow, you guessed it, came on to me, and we did the dirty deed right on the walkway. I'm beginning to worry about my subconscious mind. Seriously. Is it considered hot girl on girl action if I'm being a guy at the time? Just a thought. Anyhoo. So afterwards, the main plotline was that there was an army of gorgeous robot women (who looked like real women of course, with silver swimsuits like outfits with sticking up collars with little capes and boots and large blonde bouffant hairdos) who were trying to sex me up. They were being led by a man who looked like Vincent Price, and they were trying to get my semen for some nefarious reason, which I can't remember. Well, what did you expect? The only time gorgeous women who weren't in the main cast tried to sex Xander up was when it was part of some evil plan. So anyhoo. Weird. Sex as a guy was. . .sticky. Hey. Don't judge me. I can't help what I dream!