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Strange dreams
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Strange dreams I have the strangest dreams sometimes. The more tired I am, the crazier they are. Usually my dreams involve myself and some mystery man running around saving the world from evil or whatever else it needs saving from. Last night... I had the most erotic dream... though it somehow involved one of my best friends in a girl with girl encounter. We weren't naked together, but there was hugging and kissing and a wee bit of touching involved. Later I had another highly erotic encounter involving a male<b> police officer. </font></b>I was never quite able to determine if my best friend and I were in a relationship and I was cheating on her with the police officer, or if it was the other way around. Lots more was happening in said dream that that... but everything else was way out there. What's the strangest dream you've had lately? Do you remember dreams? And since I'm asking: Do you dream in color or black and white?? I remember dreams... some only briefly, others for years. Occassionally one hits me hard and sticks and I write it down. And I dream in color. |
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When I awoke, in my dream, this morning, we were naked. I was lying on my side with your beautiful curly hair tickling my chin. I tilted my head down slightly and smelled you, reassuring myself, that in my dream, you were still here. What a wonderful feeling it was for your naked body to be molded up against mine. You appeared comfortable in your state of sleep. My right arm draped over your side and I remember my hand having a hard time staying away from your nipples. I fought the urge, all night, to tease them with a slight caress of my finger, maybe a slight twist between two fingers or a pinch. Often though, I was content with holding one of your perfect breasts proudly in my hand as if I was able to draw a life force, an energy from the very touch. Our bodies melded together and occasionally in your sleep you would twist your body further into mine, as if in your dreams you were wanting to wear my body as a beautiful gown. Your bottom rested gracefully against the front of my thighs, and you often stirred a reaction from the loins you teased there. Oh, what a beautiful dream I had and as I awoke I stayed motionless for the longest time trying to retain it in memory. As the beauty of that dream began to fade a tear gathered in my eye, a tear that came to say goodbye to that dream. Good morning, I wish I was still dreaming of you. Inspire me!
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Yari: what a wonderful dream you had  It sounds very realistic. Actually now I'm depressed thinking I'll have to go to bed alone tonight.
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Dang ... no way I could top Yari. I yield to the superior "dreamer". AB No Bozos
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we must talk about my omission from and lack of emission in your dreams 
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KMA5:  I can't control my sleeping dreams... but you're in my waking ones  (Actually my "sexual" dreams could usually still qualify as PG-13 at their worst. It's so unfair)
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The ONE that bothers me the most is recurring. I am about 5 when it starts. I am living in Tx at the time, and these little aliens are falling out of the sky with parachutes. But the windows of the apartment aren't like they should be, they are like those you find in trailer houses or campers you know roll out, BUT they roll out the wrong way. They open from the top. Well the aliens start coming in the windows. And I have a Popgun, you know the one with the cork on the string? But then all of a sudden I'm in my teens and have a REAL shotgun. Blowing away all these little 5" aliens. Then I run out of ammo and grab a bow. (Now at this point I had never even seen a bow) other than in The Lone Ranger shows. Just killing aliens, until I finally get backed into a corner, and end up waking up. I've had this dream at lest once a week for the last 30 years.
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When I awoke, in my dream, this morning, we were naked. I was lying on my side with your beautiful curly hair tickling my chin. I tilted my head down slightly and smelled you, reassuring myself, that in my dream, you were still here. What a wonderful feeling it was for your naked body to be molded up against mine. You appeared comfortable in your state of sleep. My right arm draped over your side and I remember my hand having a hard time staying away from your nipples. I fought the urge, all night, to tease them with a slight caress of my finger, maybe a slight twist between two fingers or a pinch. Often though, I was content with holding one of your perfect breasts proudly in my hand as if I was able to draw a life force, an energy from the very touch. Our bodies melded together and occasionally in your sleep you would twist your body further into mine, as if in your dreams you were wanting to wear my body as a beautiful gown. Your bottom rested gracefully against the front of my thighs, and you often stirred a reaction from the loins you teased there. Oh, what a beautiful dream I had and as I awoke I stayed motionless for the longest time trying to retain it in memory. As the beauty of that dream began to fade a tear gathered in my eye, a tear that came to say goodbye to that dream. Good morning, I wish I was still dreaming of you.
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