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

[twister947]

I was in a wedding party. The wedding was in an indoor ballpark. I was wearing dress whites, with sword. I took a break to brush my teeth, and discovered my wife had left the sink full of female impedimenta.

 

[seela]

I was in a hotel room, someone broke in and smashed my head against the bathtub until my face was unrecognizable bloody pulp.

 

[littlebirdjoy]

Daddy, kiddo, Miss L and I were somewhere I have no idea where (mighta come from his work outing trip thing that he wanted us to go to).. and we were sitting round a table opening presents, but in a wierd way. We had a closet that had a tong of things in it and we took turns picking things. I woke up to find Daddy had been waiting up for me to wake to see my reaction to a gift he had actually sent me (and I knew nothing about). In the dream there was a card signed with a password he knows or rather he created to my steam account.... which...is where the gift was .
Yay me for premonitions. The real card with the real gift was even sweeter, I'm so lucky to have a Master who not only remembers my vacations but actually thinks it is fun to entertain me on them when I cant be busy entertaining him ^__^ (bonus it is a game my kiddo will die over too and my other kiddo already plays!)

 

[twister947]

Too. Weird. Even for you weirdos.

 

[seela]

I wrote a book in German and it was a bestseller. My old German teacher read it, reached out to me and pointed a grammar mistake I had made on one page.

I pretty much tried to slit my wrists with the page afterwards.

PTSD from German classes? Possibly.

 

[DeepGreenEyes]

I wrote a book in German and it was a bestseller. My old German teacher read it, reached out to me and pointed a grammar mistake I had made on one page.

I pretty much tried to slit my wrists with the page afterwards.

PTSD from German classes? Possibly.

Is grammar-domming a thing? Is anyone into it? Asking for a friend.

I was traveling with a group, on a vacation trip in a van, and we found ourselves at an ancient European-baths resort with Democratic presidential aspirant Michael Bloomberg. I fell behind and lost the group, but I did find a tethered goat. Since I do like goats, I untied him and vowed to help him find his way. I led the goat through the charming medieval streets, searching for ... something.

 

[steelyblue73]

My eyes remained closed and consciousness was slow to find me. My first sensation was that of a light and feathery kiss on my soft skin. The next was warm breath and the stark realization of my soft skin being wholly consumed. I was completely contained within her warm and wet mouth. She kept me there until I was awake and no longer soft, but completely full, rigid, and lustful.

 

[seela]

Is grammar-domming a thing? Is anyone into it? Asking for a friend.

Umm. Yes. Grammar and phonetics, please. Anybody wanna do an 'enry 'iggings scene?

I was traveling with a group, on a vacation trip in a van, and we found ourselves at an ancient European-baths resort with Democratic presidential aspirant Michael Bloomberg. I fell behind and lost the group, but I did find a tethered goat. Since I do like goats, I untied him and vowed to help him find his way. I led the goat through the charming medieval streets, searching for ... something.

The goat is a sign you should start your own party with the goat being the symbol for it. Then run for president, win the election and make tree hugging and cakes mandatory. And grant me a honorary citizenship so that I can spend a year there and do all the holidays and go to baseball games all summer long.

I mean, the dream says so. You must do it.


My dream was just straight up sex.

 

[seela]

I had beautiful long nails that I could use pretty much like a Swiss army knife. Pretty and functional.

 

[twister947]

Lol.......

 

[cascadiabound]

There was a fire
someone I lived with a long time ago was with me
I was mostly worried that all of my fabrics would be lost.
But instead, they just endured smoke damage.
I remember feeling confused about why my ex was with me.

 

[twister947]

I was Asian. I watched a mother and child leaving a man. He tried to follow, but they got in a canoe and floated down a river.

Later, we were sitting on the ground in a circle. We discovered kissing; we were delighted.

 

[DeepGreenEyes]

Umm. Yes. Grammar and phonetics, please. Anybody wanna do an 'enry 'iggings scene?

There are a few things sparking my lust to paddle:

- Who’s/whose (WHACK!)
- Run-on sentences (THWACK!)
- It’s/its (SMACK!)
- Inexplicable use of ‘single quotation marks.’ (SLAP!)
- Could’ve/ ... could of??? (Just smh and leave the room.)
- And a caning for using the Oxford comma (I realize reasonable people can disagree, if they admit I’m right. But it’s still a good excuse to cane someone.)

The goat is a sign you should start your own party with the goat being the symbol for it. Then run for president, win the election and make tree hugging and cakes mandatory. And grant me a honorary citizenship so that I can spend a year there and do all the holidays and go to baseball games all summer long.

I mean, the dream says so. You must do it.


My dream was just straight up sex.

I think you’re onto something. Maybe I’m the G.O.A.T. and I just need to untether my political divinity. Tree hugging! Cupcakes! Enemies burning in pyres of plastic Adirondack chairs! Replacing our shitty national anthem! Yes!

Maybe I can work out some sort of far-reaching trade deal with your uncleland (I don’t know whether you prefer motherland or fatherland), in which we can work to correct our imbalance of non-native, submissive orgasm-denialists.

The best thing about baseball is the crack of the bat as you take a big swallow of your cold June beer, and the runner goes for two, urged on by old men muttering peanut-breath incantations, while the sun smiles drowsily from behind the faded green wall in right field.

(I call poetry on the above run-on sentence, to avoid a good thwacking.)

You would probably like baseball, although there are fewer forest fungi involved than one might think.

Straight-up sex isn’t a bad dream. Freud often said that sometimes straight-up sex is just straight-up sex.

 

[seela]

There are a few things sparking my lust to paddle:

- Who’s/whose (WHACK!)
- Run-on sentences (THWACK!)
- It’s/its (SMACK!)
- Inexplicable use of ‘single quotation marks.’ (SLAP!)
- Could’ve/ ... could of??? (Just smh and leave the room.)
- And a caning for using the Oxford comma (I realize reasonable people can disagree, if they admit I’m right. But it’s still a good excuse to cane someone.)



I think you’re onto something. Maybe I’m the G.O.A.T. and I just need to untether my political divinity. Tree hugging! Cupcakes! Enemies burning in pyres of plastic Adirondack chairs! Replacing our shitty national anthem! Yes!

Maybe I can work out some sort of far-reaching trade deal with your uncleland (I don’t know whether you prefer motherland or fatherland), in which we can work to correct our imbalance of non-native, submissive orgasm-denialists.

The best thing about baseball is the crack of the bat as you take a big swallow of your cold June beer, and the runner goes for two, urged on by old men muttering peanut-breath incantations, while the sun smiles drowsily from behind the faded green wall in right field.

(I call poetry on the above run-on sentence, to avoid a good thwacking.)

You would probably like baseball, although there are fewer forest fungi involved than one might think.

Straight-up sex isn’t a bad dream. Freud often said that sometimes straight-up sex is just straight-up sex.

Umm. All the yes to the grammar domination. I definitely have some bad habits that need to be whacked out of me. Just saying.

And I looooooove baseball! When I was going to my first game, I was told I have to bring my own forest fungi with me because there really is a severe lack of them in the game, so it wasn't a problem at all because I was able to come prepared. I thoroughly enjoyed the fun in both fungi and baseball. Not to mention making scribbles in the score card and once meeting the mascot... Ah, baseball.

Left on the baseball bucket list: being the kid of the game and throwing the first pitch.



My dream last night:

I was a competing in MasterChef and my sorbet turned out really icy and my panna cotta didn't set in time. It was so stressful.

 

[twister947]

My wife and I were going to try living apart...her idea. She found a small house to rent in the dunes...very isolated, no neighbors. I didn't like it, and said so, but she wouldn't listen. I was unhappy.

 

[Lothario1956]

in a dark dungeon i was tied to a rack and around me People were standing and a few people were kneeling
there were my Stepbrother and a few of His Friends as well as sir Lothario and CL and Wicked i think
and i was caned and whipped and fucked

my kinda dream!!

 

[seela]

Someone I have no business liking as much as I do pulled my hair over and over. I loved it, and now I'm sad because it'll never be.

 

[seela]

I woke up to a dream that I was in a lizard zoo and I was taking a tour of a crocodile lake in a canoe. One jumped out and latched onto my arm. I yelled for help saying that a crocodile is eating my arm. A zoo supervisor canoed next to me and said before getting help, I have to first correctly identify the species, it's a good learning experience, hint: not a crocodile.

It was a caiman and it ate my arm.

 

[twister947]

I almost never dream about sex, but last night...holy fucking kink!

 

[seela]

A few nights ago I had a dream that I made a pizza with olives, mayo and marzipan roses. I was very disappointed to find out that the roses melted in the oven. The mayo was fine.

 

[twister947]

I've been creating text in my dreams, like reading a book. Not much, maybe one or two sentences. And then I wake up, wondering wtf? It's getting weird out here.

 

[seela]

The recurring nightmare I have when I'm stressed out:

I open cube shaped boxes in different colors to find spheres, pyramids and other shapes in them. I try to open them too, some of them open and there's an even smaller shape inside. I'm probably looking for something, I'm not sure, but I know I have to open them all. The atmosphere is very scary, my hands are trembling, I start to panic, there's just a sea of cubes everywhere and it never ends.

 

[twister947]

Lordy...

 

[seela]

I had an erotic baking dream.

I'll never be able to look at my spatula the same way again.

 

[Blue]

The recurring nightmare I have when I'm stressed out:

I open cube shaped boxes in different colors to find spheres, pyramids and other shapes in them. I try to open them too, some of them open and there's an even smaller shape inside. I'm probably looking for something, I'm not sure, but I know I have to open them all. The atmosphere is very scary, my hands are trembling, I start to panic, there's just a sea of cubes everywhere and it never ends.

For my whole life I've had a recurring nightmare of flashing coloured lines. There's no intent to it or other scary content, just some lines.

Maybe I got a papercut from a graph as a kid or something.