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

Background:
Padel as a sport has become increasingly popular here lately and one company, PDL, is building new sites always combined with a gardening shop chain, gym chain Nordic Wellness and a fastfood chain. Their building look like big black boxes with a red logo.

Tonight I dreamed that I started a company to compete with them, building the same kind of boxy buildings only in blue and yellow (a lighter blue than IKEA, we didn’t want them to come after us).
Inside they looked like the tennis places I grew up with, because I don’t play padel and have never been inside one of the boxes.
I woke up having just finished the first site. I have no idea why this spell of entrepeneurship hit me tonight?
 
Lately, it's been a recurring dream of being stuck in a hole in the ground, with my arms trapped at my sides, and feeling it crushing in so that I can't breathe enough to call out for help. And knowing no one is coming to look in the hole just a couple of feet above my head in time.

**shrug** I've become a pretty fair to middlin' "Dream Warrior" over the decades and can usually manage to figure out a way to turn nightmares the second or third time through at the latest. But, this one has me stymied and all I can do is wake myself up, gasping for breath. Then sit here for a while before I can wind down to try to sleep again.
 
Tied to a bench, bent over, balls had a cord pulling them down turning blue and a 10 inch dildo inside sissy's ass. A line of well endowed men in front throat fucking sissy. A line of beautiful women in back, each with a paddle, taking 20 whacks at sissy's behind. And Her sitting in the corner eating popcorn and laughing. :devilish:
 
Lately, it's been a recurring dream of being stuck in a hole in the ground, with my arms trapped at my sides, and feeling it crushing in so that I can't breathe enough to call out for help. And knowing no one is coming to look in the hole just a couple of feet above my head in time.

**shrug** I've become a pretty fair to middlin' "Dream Warrior" over the decades and can usually manage to figure out a way to turn nightmares the second or third time through at the latest. But, this one has me stymied and all I can do is wake myself up, gasping for breath. Then sit here for a while before I can wind down to try to sleep again.
I debated answering this, but decided I’d rather be awkward or upsetting than miss telling you something useful.

I know what you mean about being able to change the course of dreams from experience. I think it might be worth checking if there is some health related or physical reason behind the dream. It could be as simple as a pet on top of you, a mattress you sink in to deep in but it could be asthma acting up etc too. Worth thinking about, at least.
 
It was a lovely summer day, I was outside sitting on a cafe patio and suddenly I started to see people scream in pain and their faces going all gooey. It took a while but I realized their faces started to melt if I looked at them for too long and it was me who caused them that horrible pain but I also couldn’t keep my eyes closed all the time.

It was a ghastly dream, so I forced myself to wake up and don’t want to go back to sleep anymore, even though it’s only 6:35 on a Saturday morning. Sigh.
 
It was a lovely summer day, I was outside sitting on a cafe patio and suddenly I started to see people scream in pain and their faces going all gooey. It took a while but I realized their faces started to melt if I looked at them for too long and it was me who caused them that horrible pain but I also couldn’t keep my eyes closed all the time.

It was a ghastly dream, so I forced myself to wake up and don’t want to go back to sleep anymore, even though it’s only 6:35 on a Saturday morning. Sigh.
Sorry to hear that seela. I am sometimes haunted by bad dreams too. Wakeups at 2-4 am. No fun.
 
Sorry to hear that seela. I am sometimes haunted by bad dreams too. Wakeups at 2-4 am. No fun.
At least now it happened in the morning so I could just wake up and get out of the bed, even if it means I didn’t get to sleep in like I had hoped. This is way better than waking up in the dead of the night and not being able to or daring to go back to sleep.
 
Weirdest dream: I went to Vietnam and got kidnapped to work for a sweatshop but all I was doing was folding clothes. People finally started escaping, flying somewhere, then the place was taken over by this weird religion/cult. I got chosen as someone who could be an intuitive in the religion and had to choose if I was going to go through the really scary training or be killed.

There was a lot more but that’s the gist… *no* idea where any of that came from!
I'd love to hear about the "a lot more" part. ;)
 
I was living with a domly person and they kept kittens in the bathtub. My main job was to take the kittens out of the bathtub when they wanted to use it. It was great, I just played with the kitties. Loved it!

So, it’s not cool to keep kittens in a bathtub but it was a dream, okay?
 
I was living with a domly person and they kept kittens in the bathtub. My main job was to take the kittens out of the bathtub when they wanted to use it. It was great, I just played with the kitties. Loved it!

So, it’s not cool to keep kittens in a bathtub but it was a dream, okay?
This has nothing to do with a dream, but We have a weird cat and for whatever reason he loves to spend time in the bathtub and getting wet and playing with water dripping out of the faucet.
 
Peanut butter stuffed fudge dipped habaneros.

It's already fading. I think it started with... mangos, maybe? But, yeah. Definitely ended with habaneros stuffed with peanut butter and dipped in a chocolate fudge sauce right before I woke myself up.
 
Near the deck, in a backyard teeming with savage wildlife, I cared only for her. Her lingerie became denim; buttons materialized to protect her, but I would not be deterred. My large, deformed cock sank into her bared flesh from behind. The others - humans, animals - noticed, but didn't seem to care. She barely did herself.
 
My dreams are like reading a paragraph from half a dozen different books. Oddly enough, while I'm sleeping, there is no sense of dissonance.
 
My old boss was chosen as the new lead singer of Vikingarna (a Swedish dansband) and he sent me tickets to his first gig. I tried to come up with a polite excuse to get out of going, buy couldn’t think of a reason. Because I had to go, I decided I have to start taking dance lessons to make the most out of the situation. My teacher was an Elvis impersonator and a proper creep.
 
Not sure what I was dreaming but woke up with a massive erection and a really bad calf cramp. Calf is still sore after much stretching and breathing exercises.
 
I somehow ended up going to a party that was hosted by a couple that I know online but have never met in real life. We really hit it off and had so much fun talking and laughing that other people felt left out and started leaving. I felt bad about it at first, but eventually just didn’t care and enjoyed the moment.
 
Dreamt last night: I was in some pseudo-mythological place; it had a Game of Thrones vibe going on. My ex husband and I were hiding from these animals...some were traditional animals like cows, lions, etc., and some were more like creatures, but they all were in giant form (sadly no dragons). One by one, the animals and creatures marched down a path in front of us, each more ominous looking than the previous. We were in awe, not exactly scared, but not really sure what to do. Then the land morphed into the parking lot of my work lol.
 
My shoes got stuck on my feet and I had a real problem trying to figure out how to make it look like I’m not wearing shoes, because wearing shoes indoors is not a thing here.

I came up with two solutions: extra long bell bottom pants and toe socks over the shoes (I put cotton balls inside the toe slots so that they looked like toes and not limp and sad) and a weird contraption that I could put over the shoes to make it look like I have hooves instead of feet with shoes.

Somehow hooves were better than wearing shoes indoors. 🤷🏻‍♀️
 
My shoes got stuck on my feet and I had a real problem trying to figure out how to make it look like I’m not wearing shoes, because wearing shoes indoors is not a thing here.



Somehow hooves were better than wearing shoes indoors. 🤷🏻‍♀️

😂

Having seen the debates about this online over the years, I’d say you made the right choice. Hooves may be a weird look but shoes indoors seems to be a sign of the most vile and morally reprehensible character.
Controversies like the one about shoes indoors or the current one about feeding unplanned child visitors alway make me wonder how anyone ever expects tolerance from humans.
 
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Having seen the debates about this online over the years, I’d say you made the right choice. Hooves may be a weird look but shoes indoors seems to be a sign of the most vile and morally reprehensible character.
Controversies like the one about shoes indoors or the current one about feeding unplanned child visitors alway make me wonder how anyone ever expects tolerance from humans.
I mean, I may be an absolutely deplorable person, but at least I don’t wear shoes indoors!
 
I mean, I may be an absolutely deplorable person, but at least I don’t wear shoes indoors!

Ah but where do you stand on the ”waiting in the room while friend’s family eats dinner?

I come from a family that does wear shoes indoors but Mr Altheas background is ”no shoes indoors ever even if dressed up”.
Romeo and Juliet was a walk in the park.
 
Shoes are filthy. Ditto carpets.

I read about the uninvited dinner guest thing. Interesting.
 
Ah but where do you stand on the ”waiting in the room while friend’s family eats dinner?

I come from a family that does wear shoes indoors but Mr Altheas background is ”no shoes indoors ever even if dressed up”.
Romeo and Juliet was a walk in the park.
It’s not really a question that’s pertinent to me because I don’t have kids. But I tend to feed everyone that crosses my path, so I’d probably feed the kids too. The thing is, though, these days kids seem to have a lot more dietary restrictions and parents that get pissed off if their kid eats at a slightly different time than usual, so it can be complicated. Or at least looks to me that it might.

Then again, I’ve also not been offered food as a kid. I used it to my advantage and practiced my piano pieces while my friend was having her family dinner and when she was done, we’d go on being kids. My family always ate a little earlier than hers so it worked out. I feel sorry for her family for having to listen to my piano practice though. 😂

And on Fridays they’d sometimes invite me over for the Shabbat meal, because Friday was pure family time for them so you couldn’t just pop over and practice your piano. Then they’d obvs feed me too.

I don’t remember how it was with my other friends. Probably similar?
 
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