11-23-2010, 10:07 AM
I know I haven't updated this thread in a while, but I had a crazy dream last night. The level of detail was so amazing. WARNING: Long dream with some sexual content. I have done my best to not be vulgur or to go into descriptive detail of any sex act, but the dream certainly had sexual themes to it.
I dreamed there was a cabin way up in the woods- extremely remote. You had to climb an extreme incline on foot to get there. It was apparently haunted or something- very bad vibe. Someone was talking to me about this negative energy, but I told them that as long as I had friends with me when I was there I wasn't afraid and could actually enjoy the beauty of the place. My friend Vern was there, but he looked completely different. I looked different, too. In fact, I think I was a man for a good part of the dream.
The next thing I know I'm working in an ice cream store, dishing out ice cream for people. I liked the job, but I really had to go. My hubby was sitting in the corner of the store wanting me to come with him so we could do something. An old lady was in charge of the ice cream parlor and she wouldn't let me leave and this made me angry. I was also angry at my hubby for being so impatient. I told him he would just have to wait until my shift was over.
At this point I got up to use the bathroom. When I went back to sleep, I had another dream that seemed to be in a semi-remote location. It seemed like a sort of campground. I can't remember what I was doing there, but this guy I knew in college came up to me, and there was a great deal of sexual energy about him. Now, in reality, when I knew this guy he would never even kiss a girl. He was extremely religious and thought any display of affection should be saved until marriage- even kissing. He was afraid it would cause him to think lustful thoughts before he was supposed to. He was also like a brother to me, putting himself in awkward positions to help me out when I was going through a very rough time.
In my dream, he seemed desperate to express all the sexual feelings that had been building up inside of him, but he knew so little. He barely even understood what he was feeling. I don't\ think we spoke to each other at all, but his eyes begged me to help him with this matter that he couldn't even put into words. We started touching each other, exploring each other's bodies. We never actually had sex- this was more of a teaching demonstration of what happens when two bodies connect in certain ways. He didn't seem like he could handle sex yet. I was very gentle with him, careful to not upset him, but he seemed to be soaking it all in, very pleased and somewhat relieved.
Suddenly there was a huge storm and it started flooding outside. The building we were in was right by a river, and a bunch of army guys were out there trying to throw down sandbags to keep it from overflowing. My parents showed up to get me out of there. My dad's truck was there but it seemed broken. They seemed to have a new car, though, and we shoved all of my stuff into it and I guess we left.
The next thing I remember, I had been kidnapped and taken to another sort of campground. A lot of people had been snatched from their daily lives and placed here. It seemed like something the government was running- some experiment they were doing on human behavior. We were all living in little cabins- it was ridiculous.
They took me to this room that had beds lined up in it. The beds all had two people on them. It was explained to us that we were supposed to bring the other person on the bed to orgasm, and we really didn't have a choice in the matter. The person on my bed was a girl I went to college with. Neither of us was comfortable with doing anything sexual, but they were standing right there watching us, waiting for us to start. Some of the people on the other beds were already going at it. They were apparently used to this. It was incredibly degrading.
I finally told the girl we may as well get on with it and at least try to make each other comfortable. We took off our clothes and I noticed she had gotten a huge tattoo on her back that had to do with musical notes and such. I told her I liked the tattoo and she suddenly just got up and ran out the door. The people monitoring the thing were very displeased and sent someone to fetch her, and said I would have to have another partner. I asked them if they could bring me a man, at least, and they laughed.
They finally brought in my husband and encouraged me to bring him to orgasm. Their line of thinking seemed to be "He's her husband. She won't have a problem with it now." but he was very sick and was crying and didn't want to do anything, either. In the end, I don't think anything sexual happened at all.
After that, I started plotting how to run away from the place. I had a roommate who was a girl, and she was going to help me run away. We started getting our things together, and I was considering stealing a car and just driving out of the place. However, one of the people in charge caught us packing to leave and told us we had better not even think about it.
I began going off on this woman, shouting that they couldn't just *keep* people there forever- it wasn't right. She just smiled and sent me back to my cabin. As soon as she was gone I began trying to find the money I'd come in with. I knew we would need money to get back to civilization. I was still trying to think of how we could get a car. A telepathic image was projected into my head of what would happen to me if I tried to escape. It wasn't pretty, but I didn't care. I was going to get out of there. Then I woke up.
I dreamed there was a cabin way up in the woods- extremely remote. You had to climb an extreme incline on foot to get there. It was apparently haunted or something- very bad vibe. Someone was talking to me about this negative energy, but I told them that as long as I had friends with me when I was there I wasn't afraid and could actually enjoy the beauty of the place. My friend Vern was there, but he looked completely different. I looked different, too. In fact, I think I was a man for a good part of the dream.
The next thing I know I'm working in an ice cream store, dishing out ice cream for people. I liked the job, but I really had to go. My hubby was sitting in the corner of the store wanting me to come with him so we could do something. An old lady was in charge of the ice cream parlor and she wouldn't let me leave and this made me angry. I was also angry at my hubby for being so impatient. I told him he would just have to wait until my shift was over.
At this point I got up to use the bathroom. When I went back to sleep, I had another dream that seemed to be in a semi-remote location. It seemed like a sort of campground. I can't remember what I was doing there, but this guy I knew in college came up to me, and there was a great deal of sexual energy about him. Now, in reality, when I knew this guy he would never even kiss a girl. He was extremely religious and thought any display of affection should be saved until marriage- even kissing. He was afraid it would cause him to think lustful thoughts before he was supposed to. He was also like a brother to me, putting himself in awkward positions to help me out when I was going through a very rough time.
In my dream, he seemed desperate to express all the sexual feelings that had been building up inside of him, but he knew so little. He barely even understood what he was feeling. I don't\ think we spoke to each other at all, but his eyes begged me to help him with this matter that he couldn't even put into words. We started touching each other, exploring each other's bodies. We never actually had sex- this was more of a teaching demonstration of what happens when two bodies connect in certain ways. He didn't seem like he could handle sex yet. I was very gentle with him, careful to not upset him, but he seemed to be soaking it all in, very pleased and somewhat relieved.
Suddenly there was a huge storm and it started flooding outside. The building we were in was right by a river, and a bunch of army guys were out there trying to throw down sandbags to keep it from overflowing. My parents showed up to get me out of there. My dad's truck was there but it seemed broken. They seemed to have a new car, though, and we shoved all of my stuff into it and I guess we left.
The next thing I remember, I had been kidnapped and taken to another sort of campground. A lot of people had been snatched from their daily lives and placed here. It seemed like something the government was running- some experiment they were doing on human behavior. We were all living in little cabins- it was ridiculous.
They took me to this room that had beds lined up in it. The beds all had two people on them. It was explained to us that we were supposed to bring the other person on the bed to orgasm, and we really didn't have a choice in the matter. The person on my bed was a girl I went to college with. Neither of us was comfortable with doing anything sexual, but they were standing right there watching us, waiting for us to start. Some of the people on the other beds were already going at it. They were apparently used to this. It was incredibly degrading.
I finally told the girl we may as well get on with it and at least try to make each other comfortable. We took off our clothes and I noticed she had gotten a huge tattoo on her back that had to do with musical notes and such. I told her I liked the tattoo and she suddenly just got up and ran out the door. The people monitoring the thing were very displeased and sent someone to fetch her, and said I would have to have another partner. I asked them if they could bring me a man, at least, and they laughed.
They finally brought in my husband and encouraged me to bring him to orgasm. Their line of thinking seemed to be "He's her husband. She won't have a problem with it now." but he was very sick and was crying and didn't want to do anything, either. In the end, I don't think anything sexual happened at all.
After that, I started plotting how to run away from the place. I had a roommate who was a girl, and she was going to help me run away. We started getting our things together, and I was considering stealing a car and just driving out of the place. However, one of the people in charge caught us packing to leave and told us we had better not even think about it.
I began going off on this woman, shouting that they couldn't just *keep* people there forever- it wasn't right. She just smiled and sent me back to my cabin. As soon as she was gone I began trying to find the money I'd come in with. I knew we would need money to get back to civilization. I was still trying to think of how we could get a car. A telepathic image was projected into my head of what would happen to me if I tried to escape. It wasn't pretty, but I didn't care. I was going to get out of there. Then I woke up.