Just want to brag about it, really. I woke up at 6 on my first day off in over 2 weeks (long story for another time), lay there for ages trying to fall back to sleep, gave up and had a wank to work off the morning wood then eventually fell back to sleep until 10. In that time I had my most vivid sex dream I’ve had in a very, very long time.
I was in some palace, everyone was dressed like Disney princesses and there were several famous actresses there – including Jewel Staite and Erica Durance and I got freaky with them all in wonderful comfy beds that were in every room. I don’t recall who the rest were now but I know I counted six girls I made out with, stripped, went down on until they came and whose asses I tongued (yep, I’m into that and since this blog is anon, you get to know. Yay.)
The whole thing felt so carefree and fun. I’m not sure I actually stuck my dick in anyone, but kissing, undressing and going down on beautiful women, one after another after another was amazing. Everyone was giggling and laughing and giving themselves freely and lovingly. It was amazing and I woke up happy. I wish I could have that dream every night. Sex dreams are extremely rare for me.
Now I just need some sex IRL.
Three years ago I had a dream. I woke up in a hospital bed, with a girl sitting there next to me. She was someone I’d only just met in real life, except, she was a little older, slightly heavier and had longer hair. In the dream, I’ve woken up in hospital and am asking why I’m in hospital and what’s happened, but nobody is telling me. All the nurses and this girl do is tell me to calm down. The girl got mad because I asked her why she was there. She replied rather angrily, “Why do you think I’m here??”
Because of this dream, I figured I should get to know this girl better and we became best friends for a bit, then fell out for two years and recently reconnected. Yep, she’s that girl I’m in love with but can never be with.
And in case you hadn’t already guessed, when we reconnected she looked exactly like she did in the dream I had three years ago. I don’t believe in god, I don’t believe in fate. I’m telling myself it’s my bad memory swapping out what I saw then for what I’m seeing now, and that my mind is desperately trying to find something meaningful in what was just a random dream about a girl I fell in love with.
I even told her about it. And I kinda randomly got emotional (see earlier entry) and cried a tiny bit. She reciprocated by telling me about a dream where we had amazing sex.