#explicitdreams

[sheissomniac]

Mechanic wetness

I was facing a challenge in which us, girls, had to find specific engine parts or mechanical compounds. We were directed to find screws, connectors and little plastic bits without help. I was back to the field and this guy, who I usually didn’t get along with, was helping me get what was needed to win the challenge. Another mission and the jury sends me once again to the same trashed white car and the same guy. He, again, cheats and helps me. An intense sexual energy starts to come from this interaction and I ask him - You think this is just a coincidence? Do you think they wanted us...together? Next thing he was grabbing me up against the shower wall. His strong hands on my ass cheeks supporting all of my weight. My back against the cold tiles. Legs bent and the skin behind the knees touching and somehow resting on his muscular shoulders. I remember how we stopped in the middle of an intense session, and how I was impossibly wet with fluids dripping from me to the floor.

I did climax in my dream, I did climax in my bed and I am still completely aroused. I usually don’t see faces, but this time I did and did it vividly.

[heystoopkidd-blog]

OK, so...dreams...

I've been having these weird dreams, and I don't mean like weird as in I wake up and am like "What?". I mean these were weird like I wake up and am like, "What in the world?!?!", and then what makes them worse is they involve someone I see on a daily basis. Like I said the dreams were like "WTF?!?!", well the first one was. the first one started out extremely explicit, and then turned into something strange. The second one wasn't too ridiculous, it was just strange. I feel as though the second was just my brain playing tricks on me because of the first dream.

I tired my best to avoid that person yesterday, which was nearly impossible...scratch that it PROVED impossible. THEN that person felt the need to have physical contact with me. As I was telling my good friend; the only person I can safely tell things like this in detail mind you, she was stated "Well maybe they sent the dream to you with his mind..." with a smirk on her face. Then she asked if I was attracted to him, my response "No! Wait...Am I?... NO!".

So my questions are:

1) Can someone in face send you dreams, or images they want you to see of themselves?(Silly I know, but it's heard of.)

2) If this is true, why would this person do that?

3) Or is it just my subconscious trying to tell me something? Or bringing up things that I may be feeling or thinking but not acknowledging or wanting to acknowledge them?

4) Does the fist dream even many anything at all? (because dreams don't always mean what they show.)

Ugh, I hope I don't see this person today. And if I do, I hope they are not close enough to say anything more than 'hello'. I also hope my brain doesn't keep this up, sometimes it starts to feel like deja vu. I don't need or want that. Nope not at all.

[sheissomniac]

A neurotic old man

I still felt like myself, but when I looked at the mirror or at my hands I could see an old man. Around his 70′s I would say. This man I was, was lonely and kept most things to himself. He lived in a small apartment in a small quiet neighbourhood and spent most of his time looking through a small window in the living room. The walls inside the house where painted in old white, some yellowish cracks and spots were visible, and the wooden doors and windows where pale turquoise green. Through the small living room window he watched the street below, the other buildings staring at him, and the people. Old people just like him and a younger girl, slightly younger than 20. With nothing to do for long boring hours, he liked to play with his sex toys. He had a few but I clearly remember the Lelo Wave (as I own one myself) as his choice for the day. He closed the window and began using it. He was rough on himself. He was doing it angrily and a bit violently too. It went on for a long time, with gapping and stretching movements, orgasming frequently. Suddenly someone on the street calls him and, to his annoyment, his play is interrupted. It was the young girl who wanted to come upstairs to his house. He tried to send her away, but little girls can be very persistent. With the fastest speed a 70 year old man can have, he took the toy out of his body. The last thing I saw was this huge opening with unstoppable rivers of blood and a neurotic old man.