Perplexia
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What did you dream about last night?
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So where is my 'Back' massage, eh? 
And btw, don't stop until you reach the thighs. I define back as from hairline down until you run out of crack. 
What I'm saying is 'please rub my tushy!'
And btw, don't stop until you reach the thighs. I define back as from hairline down until you run out of crack. What I'm saying is 'please rub my tushy!'
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Dream journal 12/19/2011.
I was a substitute teacher named Ms. Wolf.
The kids loved me and they listened to me.
Then some psycho nut job called the Major invaded the school.
Him an his soldier were fine untill they hurt some of the kids..
Then I started killing these soldier ala Predator mode, I got the other teachers to safety and the kids.. an then started hunting these soldiers through the school.
It was very surreal and weird.
I was a substitute teacher named Ms. Wolf.
The kids loved me and they listened to me.
Then some psycho nut job called the Major invaded the school.
Him an his soldier were fine untill they hurt some of the kids..
Then I started killing these soldier ala Predator mode, I got the other teachers to safety and the kids.. an then started hunting these soldiers through the school.
It was very surreal and weird.
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Best dream ever! giggles
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YupYup! An I still to rub her Tushy!
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Last night I was drunk as a monkey. So, due to my fondness of brandy, I had my usual dream when I've drank too much of it. That being I'm a ball of string, being wound around and around endlessly, getting tighter and tighter, but never breaking. Always just tighter and tighter.
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I forgot I wanted to do this.. thank you for posting it up to the top Trudee.*hug*
I dreamt that I was eating pastries last night. not just regular donuts and cakes but awesome creations of flavor and color and you had to take your time to eat.
Not just stuffing my mouth an chew.. but really enjoying.
When I woke up, I had a sweet taste in my mouth.. till I yawned, morning breath is blech on both ends.
I dreamt that I was eating pastries last night. not just regular donuts and cakes but awesome creations of flavor and color and you had to take your time to eat.
Not just stuffing my mouth an chew.. but really enjoying.
When I woke up, I had a sweet taste in my mouth.. till I yawned, morning breath is blech on both ends.
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Would you believe I dreamed of being a part of the Scooby Doo gang and me shaggy and scooby were being chased around a haunted house by the monster. Just before I woke up I hid in a closet and I remember saying, "Man, I'm gonna be really pissed if this turns out to be old man Jenkins in a halloween costume."
Weird huh?
Weird huh?
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Thread resurrected so I can share this one. I don't actually have erotic dreams that often, so this one stands out. Well, in many ways.
So it starts out in a futuristic settings. Actually, there's some degree of Super Macross in the setting, even though I probably haven't even thought about that in like 5 years. I was in the military, and I suppose I was a pilot for a squadron of pilots flying new, classified fighters that were being unveiled, even while certain elements of their functionality was secret. Speaking of classified, there were also segments of the government that were well aware of sophisticated alien cultures, were in fact, monitoring movements of their ships in space, even though their existence was still a top secret. So, basically, the Men In Black persisting into a futuristic setting, except there's only one distinct alien society that we're aware of.
Well, unbeknownst to everyone, one of them had managed to infiltrate society and set herself up in this big warehouse complex. Yes, definitely a her. And she was very much a succubus archetype, with a distinctive succubus appearance: dark skin, with a slightly reddish hue, that also shined, almost as if she was encased in latex. It was just the one alien, of course, but she had a lot of robotic sentries, and I think she was even creating more even where she was set up. It's a bit confusing since I didn't get to see everything-I didn't have the omniscient type of viewpoint I sometimes have in dreams, where I understand everything that's happening.
Regardless, I was with a group of some other soldiers who'd happened upon her "lair," for lack of a better term. I remember there were at least three of us, one of which was female, with short blond hair. We managed to infiltrate, long enough to see what was going on. And the interior had a similar visual style to the Complex at the end of Half Life 2. There were dozens or hundreds of people she'd abducted and were strung up, dangling in rows along the walls where they were completely confined-men, women, all completely naked. Also, did I mention a succubus archetype? She's also entirely dominant, sadistic, and evil. We were watching as she tortured a poor woman, and then ripped her head open and splattered her brains against the wall. Then her robot sentries attacked us. I don't know what kind of weapons he had, some kind of big bazookas, I suppose. We couldn't blow the damn things up, so we ran like hell. I remember jumping out of the building, and was dangling like a rapelling cord, and she was coming for me. I had to cut it and drop 20 feet, landing on a patch of soft grass and twisting m ankle.
I managed to get back, report on what I saw, but was later abducted boldly off the street shortly afterward. Those of you who know me will know that the kind of fantasy that followed is a complete reversal. I ended up naked and confined like one of her other pets. And that's exactly how she saw all her captives, as her pets. I watched her as she toyed with some of them, gave them a few forced orgasms, sometimes killed one or a few of them, and she had a high lilting laugh through the whole thing. And a voice like a siren, which was sweet on the ears.
I learned a few more things about her. Human semen was kind of an aphrodisiac to her people. So she took her time playing with the males. Unfortunately, she was also a sadist, so she ended up killing more of the males, too. She was even so sick that she was actually addicted to the stuff-she couldn't orgasm without it. She'd often also suck a guy off until he came all over her, and then she'd bite off his cock, and laugh while he screamed, and scratch him up until he bled out.
A bit more about how we were confined-there were collars essentially made of knives pointing at our throats, with the knowledge that she could activate them and drive a blade through our throat to killed at any time. She'd let us loose to play with us, but we kept the collars on. So it was a scary sexy fantasy, and definitely quite far from any normal fantasy I'd have.
She had a favorite female pet. She was well beaten and bruised, but she had managed to stay alive by pleasing her. She made us call her Mistress, and people who pleased her lived longer. When it got to be my turn, she made me talk to her even as she shoved a vibrator up my ass, stroking me until I came all over her chest, while she made her favorite female pet eat her out. She liked me. She kept me around for a while. I was the one that was amusing to her. But she'd make me play sick games, like making me try not to cum while threatening to carve out one of my eyes if I did. I lasted long enough that she cut out someone else's eyes instead. Then she sucked me off, and told me she was going to bite off my cock when I came. She didn't, but she enjoyed that I was scared that she would.
She kept threatening to cut off parts of me-fingers, toes, and lips. She had a device that forced my lips to purse out, and then trapped them between a wall of knives, threatening the cut off them off. She'd kiss them as she was playing with me. She started asking me trivia questions as she got curious about Earth history. I'm a bit of a history buff, of course, so this makes some sense both in my dream, and made sense that I was able to stay ahead of her. She did start asking questions about the French Revolution, but I managed to evade that by getting her curious about sports, instead.
Since this was a futuristic setting, we had some sort of semi-sentient computers, that ran on things analogous to human brains. That was where she was getting a lot of the information she was quizzing me on-she had the advantage of just studying stuff, while I had to come up with answers from things I'd learned years ago. At one point, there was a semantic difference where I was trying to explain why my answer wasn't the same as what the computer said. She decided she liked me enough that she killed the computer right in front of me, squashing its brain-like substance all over my face.
Eventually, I did manage to escape, somehow. But it got worse after that. They still hadn't found a way to effectively breach her complex, so when she abducted a slew of celebrities, they bargained with her to exchange them for 10 other civilians who were deemed less important. She agreed, on the terms that they sent ME back to her. So, of course, the same people I'd run to for protection ended up grabbing me and shipping me right back to her.
She nearly killed me one time when I was sick. She didn't exactly feed us good, and made eating into different kinds of sadistic games. So I developed a fever or something, and wasn't able to produce enough semen when I came for her to get off on. It was shortly after this, when she decided to try and help me get better, that I finally woke up with a hard-on.
Hopefully this didn't creep out too many people.
So it starts out in a futuristic settings. Actually, there's some degree of Super Macross in the setting, even though I probably haven't even thought about that in like 5 years. I was in the military, and I suppose I was a pilot for a squadron of pilots flying new, classified fighters that were being unveiled, even while certain elements of their functionality was secret. Speaking of classified, there were also segments of the government that were well aware of sophisticated alien cultures, were in fact, monitoring movements of their ships in space, even though their existence was still a top secret. So, basically, the Men In Black persisting into a futuristic setting, except there's only one distinct alien society that we're aware of.
Well, unbeknownst to everyone, one of them had managed to infiltrate society and set herself up in this big warehouse complex. Yes, definitely a her. And she was very much a succubus archetype, with a distinctive succubus appearance: dark skin, with a slightly reddish hue, that also shined, almost as if she was encased in latex. It was just the one alien, of course, but she had a lot of robotic sentries, and I think she was even creating more even where she was set up. It's a bit confusing since I didn't get to see everything-I didn't have the omniscient type of viewpoint I sometimes have in dreams, where I understand everything that's happening.
Regardless, I was with a group of some other soldiers who'd happened upon her "lair," for lack of a better term. I remember there were at least three of us, one of which was female, with short blond hair. We managed to infiltrate, long enough to see what was going on. And the interior had a similar visual style to the Complex at the end of Half Life 2. There were dozens or hundreds of people she'd abducted and were strung up, dangling in rows along the walls where they were completely confined-men, women, all completely naked. Also, did I mention a succubus archetype? She's also entirely dominant, sadistic, and evil. We were watching as she tortured a poor woman, and then ripped her head open and splattered her brains against the wall. Then her robot sentries attacked us. I don't know what kind of weapons he had, some kind of big bazookas, I suppose. We couldn't blow the damn things up, so we ran like hell. I remember jumping out of the building, and was dangling like a rapelling cord, and she was coming for me. I had to cut it and drop 20 feet, landing on a patch of soft grass and twisting m ankle.
I managed to get back, report on what I saw, but was later abducted boldly off the street shortly afterward. Those of you who know me will know that the kind of fantasy that followed is a complete reversal. I ended up naked and confined like one of her other pets. And that's exactly how she saw all her captives, as her pets. I watched her as she toyed with some of them, gave them a few forced orgasms, sometimes killed one or a few of them, and she had a high lilting laugh through the whole thing. And a voice like a siren, which was sweet on the ears.
I learned a few more things about her. Human semen was kind of an aphrodisiac to her people. So she took her time playing with the males. Unfortunately, she was also a sadist, so she ended up killing more of the males, too. She was even so sick that she was actually addicted to the stuff-she couldn't orgasm without it. She'd often also suck a guy off until he came all over her, and then she'd bite off his cock, and laugh while he screamed, and scratch him up until he bled out.
A bit more about how we were confined-there were collars essentially made of knives pointing at our throats, with the knowledge that she could activate them and drive a blade through our throat to killed at any time. She'd let us loose to play with us, but we kept the collars on. So it was a scary sexy fantasy, and definitely quite far from any normal fantasy I'd have.
She had a favorite female pet. She was well beaten and bruised, but she had managed to stay alive by pleasing her. She made us call her Mistress, and people who pleased her lived longer. When it got to be my turn, she made me talk to her even as she shoved a vibrator up my ass, stroking me until I came all over her chest, while she made her favorite female pet eat her out. She liked me. She kept me around for a while. I was the one that was amusing to her. But she'd make me play sick games, like making me try not to cum while threatening to carve out one of my eyes if I did. I lasted long enough that she cut out someone else's eyes instead. Then she sucked me off, and told me she was going to bite off my cock when I came. She didn't, but she enjoyed that I was scared that she would.
She kept threatening to cut off parts of me-fingers, toes, and lips. She had a device that forced my lips to purse out, and then trapped them between a wall of knives, threatening the cut off them off. She'd kiss them as she was playing with me. She started asking me trivia questions as she got curious about Earth history. I'm a bit of a history buff, of course, so this makes some sense both in my dream, and made sense that I was able to stay ahead of her. She did start asking questions about the French Revolution, but I managed to evade that by getting her curious about sports, instead.
Since this was a futuristic setting, we had some sort of semi-sentient computers, that ran on things analogous to human brains. That was where she was getting a lot of the information she was quizzing me on-she had the advantage of just studying stuff, while I had to come up with answers from things I'd learned years ago. At one point, there was a semantic difference where I was trying to explain why my answer wasn't the same as what the computer said. She decided she liked me enough that she killed the computer right in front of me, squashing its brain-like substance all over my face.
Eventually, I did manage to escape, somehow. But it got worse after that. They still hadn't found a way to effectively breach her complex, so when she abducted a slew of celebrities, they bargained with her to exchange them for 10 other civilians who were deemed less important. She agreed, on the terms that they sent ME back to her. So, of course, the same people I'd run to for protection ended up grabbing me and shipping me right back to her.
She nearly killed me one time when I was sick. She didn't exactly feed us good, and made eating into different kinds of sadistic games. So I developed a fever or something, and wasn't able to produce enough semen when I came for her to get off on. It was shortly after this, when she decided to try and help me get better, that I finally woke up with a hard-on.
Hopefully this didn't creep out too many people.
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that was yummy. Ty.
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-Heads off to make notes, purring and singing to herself-
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I had a dream that I was in a slightly off version of the TV show The Walking Dead.
Some of the characters who have already met their untimely zombie lunch demise were in my version.
The jist of it was we were in a school bus en route somewhere. We were looking for a serviceable gas station to fill up.
Instead of having zombies after use they were intelligent skeletons. Complete with the ability to use vehicles and firearms. They were chasing use on motorcycles with shot guns and sniper rifles.
The dream ended with one of the skelies taking out the driver with a head shot and the bus crashed.
What can I say? My brain is broke. lol
Some of the characters who have already met their untimely zombie lunch demise were in my version.
The jist of it was we were in a school bus en route somewhere. We were looking for a serviceable gas station to fill up.
Instead of having zombies after use they were intelligent skeletons. Complete with the ability to use vehicles and firearms. They were chasing use on motorcycles with shot guns and sniper rifles.
The dream ended with one of the skelies taking out the driver with a head shot and the bus crashed.
What can I say? My brain is broke. lol
jack80
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Pending graduation? A shot there really.
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Lol could be.
"I don't wanna leave! I wanna stay in band class Forever!"
We all have to grow up at sometime.
*Whispers into her ear*
Though there are plenty of times to be a mischiefess teen, 18 of course ;p
Just have to learn when to be grown up, and when to be a kid at heart.
I am still learning when to be one or the other.
Growing up sucks.
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Don't lose that. Its something special.
So, question, how often do you get asked what freaky stuff you do at band camp? Hehe.
Don't have to answer, still waiting for my brain to kick in.
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Gotta blame American Pie movies for that ;p
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I'm chasing something. Not sure what really. It's blond. But I couldn't tell you the gender really. And It's lithe, and graceful, and teasing. It never speaks. It looks person shaped? But it is not human. i could not tell you what it was dressed in, beyond green, mossy, moving tattoo things. I can't see the front, since I am always chasing it.
There are vines, wrapping it's wrists and hands, along with it's feet and ankles. And it wears a crown or wreath of laurels. I only know they are laurels because it is winning, and always wins.
I am... not me.
I do not know what I am, but most of my senses are sharper, and my mind is less than it should. It is quick, and I have reason. I can calculate and think like a man, but not the way I would normally. The logical progression of hard fact, and process is an abandoned folly, and the reaction of lightning quick planning is the word of god.
I am slow. Or I feel slow. I likely am much faster in my form than I ever would be in life. But I feel slow. Powerfully large, and slow. I can't see myself. ever. Not in glances. Not in reflections, not even to look. Even my hands as I run on all fours.
I can stand, but it feels wrong. I cannot run on two legs. It feels too awkward. And I am heavy. Thousands of pounds heavy. Like a Kodiak, or a very great Stag, or Moose. I'm chasing but it is not with violent intent. I could knock down a tree with this body I know. Or simply carve furrows in the earth, to tear bushes. If I were truly to treat this quarry as an enemy. Then soon there would be no forest in which to hide or chase through.
It is not sexual either. I am too big, and I would know. If it were that way I would know the gender of my quarry. I would be able to tell you how the curves of the body were. The characteristics. I know my lover's eyes. Always.
So i do not know why I am chasing, or why I am doing it with care. Only that I am. And the woods become deeper, and more full. until finally in a clearing there is a perfect pool of water. Crisp and clean, bluer than the sky. Colder than a grave.
It has no reflection to share. When I drink I close my eyes, and I woke up.
Perhaps tonight will tell me more.
There are vines, wrapping it's wrists and hands, along with it's feet and ankles. And it wears a crown or wreath of laurels. I only know they are laurels because it is winning, and always wins.
I am... not me.
I do not know what I am, but most of my senses are sharper, and my mind is less than it should. It is quick, and I have reason. I can calculate and think like a man, but not the way I would normally. The logical progression of hard fact, and process is an abandoned folly, and the reaction of lightning quick planning is the word of god.
I am slow. Or I feel slow. I likely am much faster in my form than I ever would be in life. But I feel slow. Powerfully large, and slow. I can't see myself. ever. Not in glances. Not in reflections, not even to look. Even my hands as I run on all fours.
I can stand, but it feels wrong. I cannot run on two legs. It feels too awkward. And I am heavy. Thousands of pounds heavy. Like a Kodiak, or a very great Stag, or Moose. I'm chasing but it is not with violent intent. I could knock down a tree with this body I know. Or simply carve furrows in the earth, to tear bushes. If I were truly to treat this quarry as an enemy. Then soon there would be no forest in which to hide or chase through.
It is not sexual either. I am too big, and I would know. If it were that way I would know the gender of my quarry. I would be able to tell you how the curves of the body were. The characteristics. I know my lover's eyes. Always.
So i do not know why I am chasing, or why I am doing it with care. Only that I am. And the woods become deeper, and more full. until finally in a clearing there is a perfect pool of water. Crisp and clean, bluer than the sky. Colder than a grave.
It has no reflection to share. When I drink I close my eyes, and I woke up.
Perhaps tonight will tell me more.
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Not last night, but I once had a dream where I was married to this really hot Middle Eastern or East Indian girl (not sure which) doctor and worked at the same hospital. No mention of what happened to my real wife. It's never clarified.
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