What did you dream? Tell it in five sentences or fewer.

[cookiecat]

I love this thread. I don't remember any dreams but I dig dreaming vicariously through all of yours!

 

[Collar_N_Cuffs]

I had a cat with feathers and a.. sort of beak. Not exactly a bird beak, but not a cat mouth either. A mix. He had a long cat tail, and a big, feathered breast like a duck. He talked like a parrot and asked for food constantly. He snuggled me a lot, and liked to roll upside down so he was laying against me with his feet in the air (he only had two). He made cooing sounds a lot, and was quite wiggly He waddled around the house following me everywhere, and when I left he flew up to a high window to watch me leave, and watch for me to come home. That was my last glimpse of him, over my shoulder, in a high window as I left. He was talking but I couldn't hear him. But I knew exactly what he was saying...
I want FOOD!

 

[Farawyn]

I had a cat with feathers and a.. sort of beak. Not exactly a bird beak, but not a cat mouth either. A mix. He had a long cat tail, and a big, feathered breast like a duck. He talked like a parrot and asked for food constantly. He snuggled me a lot, and liked to roll upside down so he was laying against me with his feet in the air (he only had two). He made cooing sounds a lot, and was quite wiggly He waddled around the house following me everywhere, and when I left he flew up to a high window to watch me leave, and watch for me to come home. That was my last glimpse of him, over my shoulder, in a high window as I left. He was talking but I couldn't hear him. But I knew exactly what he was saying...
I want FOOD!

I want one of these for a pet. Make it be TRUE!

 

[Collar_N_Cuffs]

I want one of these for a pet. Make it be TRUE!

I guess we will have to call it a cird, setting as a bat already exists...
*poof*
Ok! One exists now!
We just have to find it

 

[gNocis]

2. Accidentally uncovering part of Russian crime ring disguised as British malcontents running a holiday business in northwest France. The place had a very beautiful but bizarre lavatory, a group room, with beautiful antique lavatories irregularly placed around the silk lined room, and a rough stone urinal, which I remember thinking must be awful to clean, and some emerald green wall tiles, but a horrid carpet floor. The people were very rude. Interpol were surprisingly practical and ept.

Uhh... that's different.

 

[La damnee elle la licorne]

 

[cookiecat]

It was an interesting dream. Quite detailed. I'd forgotten it though, till reminded.

Last night G and I were playing Cookie's a or b in my dream. I ended up wearing jewellery ( I said not in my answer here) on a beach, having a picnic, at night. I was dressed ( in something I don't own and in boots no sane person would try and walk over sand on and that I didn't love) but the whole scene was very beautiful. Oh, and G was a merman.

How awesome the A or B game was part of your cool dream! Now if only I were on the beach too!

By the way, you all dream the weirdest stuff.

 

[LucyBee01]

Not entirely being silly.

Had another DS dream a couple nights ago. Second or third this year? I lose track.

From the "Dom-side" this time.

No idea where my brain borrows faces from, but she seemed vaguely familiar. "dolly" was taller than me, and slender, but possibly stronger than me as well. I may sometimes appreciate petite builds but this was definitely not one of those cases.

Undisciplined though.

I don't remember most of the scene. Something about focusing on breathing. She violently broke free of gossamer bondage without safewording, neither during nor after.

The dream mostly involved brushing out her bleached pigtails in preparation for the severe punishment of shaving the side of her head. Sobbing and sorry, but accepting of her punishment and refusing openings to safeword out of it.

She made up for her earlier lack of discipline with sheer determination.

Wow, that's a captivating dream.

I had a scary dream that kept waking me up, only to drift off and do the same thing over and over...

I was going to dine in an open roof restaurant in a tall building (I get vertigo) and was seated at a trendy new kind of vertical table, so the table was at ninety degrees to what it should be. There was a runner next to the edge of the table that dishes would slot into and a sheer drop underneath. I was freaking out about the drop and panicking about where to put cutlery and pepper...

 

[Collar_N_Cuffs]

Wow, that's a captivating dream.

I had a scary dream that kept waking me up, only to drift off and do the same thing over and over...

I was going to dine in an open roof restaurant in a tall building (I get vertigo) and was seated at a trendy new kind of vertical table, so the table was at ninety degrees to what it should be. There was a runner next to the edge of the table that dishes would slot into and a sheer drop underneath. I was freaking out about the drop and panicking about where to put cutlery and pepper...

I also am horribly affected by discontinuity in my surroundings. Not exactly afraid of heights, just afraid of drops . But I have never dreamed about it. Now I probably will!

 

[LucyBee01]

I also am horribly affected by discontinuity in my surroundings. Not exactly afraid of heights, just afraid of drops . But I have never dreamed about it. Now I probably will!

Oh no! No, let's dream instead of picking flowers in a field where our feet are firmly on the ground.

 

[La damnee elle la licorne]

 

[La damnee elle la licorne]

 

[LallyH]

Hubby had a pet spider. She was the size of my palm with a tiny body and very thin spindly legs. I couldn't understand why he had her, but he was very concerned because she was having babies. She sat on her web and flung little white balls, which were the babies, up to the top of the webbing.

Hope Collar's not reading this

 

[Collar_N_Cuffs]

the skin on my torso and over my breasts was separating from my body, thick and ugly, like hangnail skin or foot skin, and not a complete 'shell' but a mesh, criss crossed, not like skin grafts can look though. Like...thick graph paper or, perhaps, yes, like the mesh for cross stitching or tapestry kits, or rag rugging. When I breath out I could see my breast through the mesh of the skin, almost completely free, but the pain of trying to remove the attached bits was not just like a hangnail, it was very bad indeed. I knew it would leave scars but I wanted it OFF, and was told I had to rub with olive oil, then oil pull with the same oil, but swallow that oil, t also was upsetting. Eventually little pieces started to peel free and my dreams moved on.

I hope your dreams moved on to the point where your mood was not affected when you woke up!

Hubby had a pet spider. She was the size of my palm with a tiny body and very thin spindly legs. I couldn't understand why he had her, but he was very concerned because she was having babies. She sat on her web and flung little white balls, which were the babies, up to the top of the webbing.

Hope Collar's not reading this

It's ok, I am spider free now.
Spider free!! Woohoo!!
Besides, some tiny, palm sized spider with spindly legs is no match for those things I was up against





See? vvvv Spider free!

 

[La damnee elle la licorne]

 

[Blue]

I had an atypical dream about endlessly falling.
I hear they're meant to be terrifying but my mood was rather unperturbed by this new perpetual motion experience.
Also there was a ginormous wooden crane covered in vines that looked like something the Aztecs would have used to build their temples falling alongside me for some reason, so I wasn't lonely during the flight.

 

[TheJestersAdvocate]

Had a family and died.

And somehow, like that song, the dream in which I died was...well not the best I've ever had, but not bad. Somehow. So fucking confused. *shrugs*

 

[Collar_N_Cuffs]

I had a bottle of wine that looked exactly like a bottle of rum, but it was wine. I couldn't find it, and every time I thought I found it I would open the bottle, and it would be rum. Grrrrrr! There was more, (Elle drove me around in her car to look for it, and she drove this enormous 1970s gas guzzler , CB explained why it didn't matter if I drank wine or rum, etc) but no matter my chasings or shenanigans, I never could find the damned bottle of wine

 

[La damnee elle la licorne]

 

[Collar_N_Cuffs]

Humph, enourmous early this century gas guzzler, I am the enourmous 70s thing in it. .

Haha! So my dreams are a bit skewed...

 

[La damnee elle la licorne]

 

[_Necrosomantic_]

I didn't, and it was wonderful.

 

[Collar_N_Cuffs]

I think it was surprisingly close really. I was thinking of one of mine in this thread that has been really close so far, it's come half true, so I am interested to see what happens to the rest.....

Well I hope it is the good half that comes true!
PS - Please tell me if you find my bottle of wine

 

[Farawyn]

I dreamed about you guys.
Cookie and I were fixing food and we ran out of cups.
Decision time, store? Or invite pesky neighbors who have cups to join us?
My hair was really long in my dream.

 

[Farawyn]

I didn't, and it was wonderful.

*hugs*