Tag: sleep

a dream I had about a girl I was about to date

“I’m not going to be able to call you,” she said. “What,” I replied. “I won’t be able to call you,” she might’ve rephrased it in the same wet whisper, “You’ll have to call me.” If she went on to tell me why, it had something to do with either her phone not working or not getting in trouble at her job.

“Okay,” I said to which she responded with a kiss on the left side of my forehead. She would’ve had to bend over to do it because I was sitting at a computer with a younger guy, perhaps a newbie I was training, to my right. I guess that’s why she talked so quietly. She didn’t want to disturb us.

The kiss took me by surprise as we weren’t yet romantically involved. What she said was in reply to a message from me sent in reply to a message from her, perhaps a question, that strongly implied she was interested in dating. I’d made it clear I was also interested and told her to call me.

She was a white (Caucasian) girl with straight blondish hair. She had freckles or acne; there were blemishes on her face; but she was cute enough. She was also short and petite enough. She was probably also a lot younger than me, which I hoped wouldn’t be a romantical dealbreaker.

She’d began to walk away; she apparently had to go back to work; when I asked if I could text her, meaning we didn’t have to talk. She said yes and left as I wondered about a future between us. Marriage was out of the question, but I was certainly willing to date and of course have sex with her.

2024 November 17

a dream I had about licking a girl’s pussy

“You want me to eat you out,” I might’ve asked, though I think it was more like a challenge; “I bet you won’t let me eat you out.” It was in response to something she’d said about being a freak; someone who’s sexually uninhibited. It was somewhat of a boast on her part, which I took advantage of. I was only sort of joking and perhaps she was when she accepted the challenge, but she sat back and pulled her pants down.

They could’ve been shorts, but what does it matter. She was on a couch with nothing between me and her bare pussy but a thin layer of cotton. I started rubbing on her clit, through her panties, almost instantly and she almost as instantly started getting wet. I pulled her waistband down a lot quicker than I probably would’ve if I knew it was a sure thing; if we weren’t in a room with other people; her friends; walking around.

There was a guy right there with us, to her left, either on the couch or in a chair just beside it. I don’t remember if I was still rubbing her clit or had already started licking it when he leaned over with a smile to get a closer look. She scolded him in a quasi-angry fashion, telling him to “get the fuck back” or something along those lines, with an exaggerated grimace. She was a ghetto girl, yes, but her looks were just my type.

She was light-skinned; black but probably mixed with Hispanic or something down the heredity line; with a cute face and petite body. She didn’t seem particularly slim; the way she was bending over as she sat back on the couch might’ve even given her two or three belly rolls; but she was far from fat. If not for her personality, she’d be nearly perfect for me. Not that I was trying to be her boyfriend or anything.

All I wanted to do was, as the popular metaphor goes, eat her out and that I was doing. Technically I was licking her clitoris, but I certainly would’ve worked my way down if she didn’t cum (orgasm) so fast. In true dreamworld fashion, her panties, which I’d pulled down but not off, filled with clear nectar, which I slurped up like a happy hummingbird. “Piña colada, baby,” I said as I stood up and that’s just what it tasted like.

I remember asking if she was really a girl (female) before I started. Her agreeing to let me do it as fast as she did; I barely even knew her; seemed too good to be true. She’d laughed and affirmed she was. Afterward when she reminded me of the LBG girl I’d made fun of, I feared she was going to confess to being a male or something, but all she said with a giggle was that she’s her “wife”; whatever that meant.

2024 November 07

a dream I had about walking to Jacksonville Beach and seeing a huge whale

I was on a trip to Jacksonville; either on a day trip or overnight vacation; and decided to walk, yes walk, to Jacksonville Beach. It’s a trek I wouldn’t even consider in real life; it would take about six hours; but it was a much shorter distance in the dream; still long but more like an hour or two.

The reason was to determine whether or not to (video) shoot a model (girl) there before it gets too cold. It was still late October and winter was approaching fast. It was also evening; the same time of day I’d schedule the modeling session for in order to take advantage of the setting sunlight.

I knew it was a yes as soon as I arrived. I’d have to schedule it soon, within the next couple of weeks or so, but the weather was nice and warm. The beach was also packed, which didn’t bother me nearly as much as it would’ve in real life. I imagined nobody really paying that much attention to us.

There were so many people; sunbathing, swimming, running, playing volleyball, doing all the things people do at the beach; we’d just blend in. There also seemed to be some kind of festival going on, which would explain the crowd, though it was just another Jacksonville Beach weekend in the dream.

That’s despite what seemed like two suns; one going down in the distance as it normally does, another shining down just overhead like a big lightbulb. The clouds were also weird and there were Laputa-like structures in the sky. It was a dream world, but it all seemed normal enough at the time.

What didn’t; the one truly remarkable aspect of my visit; was when I saw a huge whale leap up from the water. It looked like an orca, but it had to be at least a thousand feet long as it soared in slow motion. I wowed up at it, along with the little boy standing beside me, as I pondered the sighting.

Though neither of us thought to take a picture, I knew we were witnessing something extraordinary. Whales don’t get that big; never mind the physics-defying leap; but I justified it as cetological ignorance on my part when I saw another slimmer one doing the same thing a short while later.

That’s when I decided to leave. Not because I was scared of the whales; I was a little; but because I’d only come to decide whether or not to shoot a model and already made up my mind. I thought about the (short) long walk home, wondering if there was some kind of shortcut I could take, when I awoke.

2024 October 30

a dream I had about looking for eggnog at an outdoor Christmas store

I was at some kind of outdoor Christmas event. It was more like a huge store, possibly connected to a shopping mall, that sold Christmas trees, decorations and the like. The whole place probably smelled like pine cones. There were reefs, stockings, figurines and so on; a shopper’s delight for anything Christmas themed; but all I was looking for was the eggnog.

I say “the” instead of “some” because I had the sense I’d been to this store before and remembered seeing, if not buying, it. I was going to ask a worker, preferably a manager, where it was but couldn’t find a free one amongst the crowd, which probably included a line of parents waiting for pictures of their kids sitting on the lap of a man dressed as Santa Claus.

When I finally found the eggnog area; they only sold TG Lee brand at $7 a carton; it was a bittersweet experience. The main display case; a round stand of sorts; was empty, so I walked over to the back where I thought I saw other varieties, including Chocolate and Cookie-flavored, but I soon realized they were some sort of eggnog candy; nothing to drink.

After scanning that section back and forth, seemingly trying to will a carton into existence, I actually saw one. It was a Cookie one and there was a man standing to my left; he was looking too; so I quickly grabbed it and eggnog spilled all over my fingers. The man gasped in surprise or perhaps disgust. It was an open carton that wasn’t even being refrigerated.

Now that it was obvious why there was apparently one carton of eggnog left in the whole place; it was facing backward when I grabbed it, which is why I couldn’t tell it had been opened; I quickly put it back. I, the nog junkie I am, did however put the chewing gum I’d been holding in that same hand in my mouth; odd as I rarely chew gum in real life; and savor the taste.

2024 October 11

a dream I had about searching my house and seeing Fat Joe

I don’t know what I was looking for. At least I don’t remember now. Whatever it was had me searching around my house; an altered version of the upstairs I used to live at. What stands out the most is the room with the short bookcase filled on at least one bottom shelf and the top with books.

They weren’t just plain paperback books but big hardcover ones with elaborate artsy, some childlike, designs and decorations. I had quite the collection with dozens of interesting ones I’d never got around to reading. Even in the dream, I was pressed for the extra time to do such things.

My search for whatever I was looking for soon brought me to a back room the real house didn’t have. It would’ve been above the downstairs back door and porch area. That’s where I saw Fat Joe; the rapper. He started to ask if he could stay the night and I stopped him to tell him he could.

“I have a list of people who can spend the night whenever they want,” I might’ve phrased it, “and you’re near the top of that list.” I honestly didn’t mind it. I actually wanted him to because before I saw him, there was an underlying fear this dream would somehow turn into a nightmare.

2024 August 22

a dream I had about visiting a brothel

I don’t know whether I thought it was a regular hotel or knew it was a brothel, but there I was, in a fancy five-star-styled suite, ready to spend the night. I must’ve been on the internet or something, but it seemed like a real-life (paper) brochure popped up out of nowhere. It was the picture on it though that made me recoil.

I literally jumped as if somebody scared me, which is basically what happened. The face on the brochure, which was supposed to be a woman, looked like a darker version of RuPaul without the makeup and wig. It was probably a man, I thought, but even if I knew it was a woman, it would’ve been a hard pass.

The hookers could apparently see our reactions live from another room because he/she (it) came out almost instantly with a look of disgust to match mine. It was apparently highly offended by my reaction to which I explained apologetically that, with so many men pretending to be woman, I couldn’t take any chances.

It left just as quick as it came, leaving me with a metaphorical bad taste in my mouth. I must’ve had my own condoms because I wasn’t really concerned about STDs, but fucking a dude wasn’t exactly on my list of things to do. I did have my camera with me though and planned to try to get a video if the girl allowed.

“The girl” ended up being the very next one to pop up on a brochure. This one looked a lot younger, a lot lighter skinned and, most importantly, a lot cuter. That last bit automatically increased the likelihood of it being a female, enough so that, even after that first scary encounter, I didn’t doubt it.

She looked like a foreign girl; one of the Asian varieties; and quite petite, which I love. I was so enamored, in fact, that, in a magical dream move, I grabbed her by the hand via brochure, which made her appear in real life but also yank her hand away in what seemed like anger. She obviously didn’t like me grabbing her hand.

Before I could wonder if that meant she was repulsed by me physically, she made it clear that I was simply going too fast. She went pass me a few feet, further into my suite, as if walking off her irritation, turned around and came back to me. “You can get it,” she said before rubbing her fingers to imply I’d have to pay.

“Of course,” I said with an exaggerated grimace before she pulled a long gun out from nowhere; it was a shotgun or rifle; and pointed it right at my face. I somehow got the hint; not that she was going to rob me but that she’d shoot me if I didn’t pay her after sex. “Damn,” I said. She laughed and put the gun down.

A maid; she was cute too; had also entered the room. She carried my stuff to the bed. I remember seeing the legs of my tripod dangling from her arms. That reminded me of the video, which I still hadn’t brought up when I awoke. Whether she agreed to let me shoot her or not, I’d like to think the night ended in a threesome.

2024 July 23

a dream I had about seeing Morrell on the bus

I don’t know what I was doing on the bus. I had a car. I even offered Morrell a ride home after he told me he still couldn’t drive. He suffered a brain injury, and almost lost his life, in a car accident several years ago and had to relearn how to do basic things most people take for granted like walking and reading. He still hadn’t relearned how to drive in the dream. That’s if he ever would.

I think I asked him how he got “here” or “there” and he told me, or implied that, he walked. It seemed to be to the high school we attended from Highland Park; about four miles. I told him that wasn’t far to me; he knew I walked a lot; to which he reminded me of his disability. That’s when I offered him the ride albeit reluctantly because I generally don’t like other people in or near my car.

He was near the front of the bus and I was closer to the back, so we’d been talking loud enough for everyone else to hear; something I would’ve hated doing, thus probably wouldn’t have done, in real life. He eventually came back to where I was; I guess he was just getting on when we saw each other; and sat just behind and across from me, where we continued our conversation.

I hadn’t seen him in years nor the friends I met thru him. “You still talk to William,” I asked. He put up his hand and did the kinda wave except here it probably meant not really. I also asked about Darius; I think that was his name but I was more certain in the dream; and I thought he said he was gay. There was a lot of noise on the bus, so I was going to ask him to repeat it when I awoke.

2024 July 21

a dream I had about a girl at my door

I guess it was Day. At least that’s who it looked like; herself an Ella-Rae Smith look-alike. She’d just been to my place a short while earlier, she said she was coming back and there she was, wiggling the locked door knob with a melodramatic plea like a kid who’d been purposely locked out by a mischievous sibling.

If it were most other people, I wouldn’t want to be bothered, but, as cute as she is, she could visit basically any time she wanted. “Here I come,” I said thru the door, though, I thought to myself, I should’ve waited till I backed away from it. Not doing so made it obvious I had to prepare for her revisit.

I was wearing something I wanted to take off; a fancy (vanilla/orange) sherbet-colored shirt I’d never wear in real life. The thought of it reminds me of Seinfeld’s Puffy Shirt, though it wasn’t nearly as tacky or ostentatious. I put it, with perhaps another accessory or two, in what seemed like a bucket in the hall.

That hallway, unlike the shirt, was indeed ostentatious. It was actually a lit corridor of sorts that ran at least twenty or thirty feet and led to the bathroom much like you’d see at a movie theater. I don’t know if it was a house or an apartment I was living in, but it was quite elegant compared to my real-life dwellings.

Maybe that’s why she liked coming over, though my deliberate charm probably had more to do with it. She was nice too, but her looks were all I really cared about. If our friendship involved sex or romance, and as much as I’d like to think she was coming back for the former, it wasn’t evident in this short dream.

I knew she’d probably see what I was trying to hide if she went to the bathroom, but I didn’t really care enough to look for a better hiding spot. Besides she was there at the door, waiting for me to let her in. The longer I took, the more obvious it would be that I’m doing something I didn’t want her to see.

2024 [ May 18 ]

a dream I had about being late for work

I should’ve known something wasn’t right; something, that is, other than the fact that I was late for work. Technically I wasn’t, but I was scheduled to start my shift in about ten minutes, my drive would take about that long if I drove recklessly, and I wasn’t even close to being ready to leave the house; a house I haven’t lived in for almost twenty years. Never mind the fact that I haven’t worked there in nearly five.

Nonetheless there I was, in a partly self-induced panic. I say “partly self-induced” not because it was my fault I was going to be late, even though it sort of was because I’d simply lost track of time, but because I wasn’t going to be in any real trouble for calling in late, showing up late without calling in or even being absent for the day. It just would’ve been the first such mark on my excellent attendance record.

Not showing up for the day without calling would’ve been a big deal; they refer to that as a No Call No Show; but even that worse-case scenario wouldn’t have gotten me fired or anything like that. Besides all I had to do was call and say I couldn’t come in or say I was going to be late or just show-up late. I took pride in my near-perfect punctuality though; this is also true in real life; and didn’t want to ruin it.

I could’ve ran out of the house right then, drove fast and probably made it on time, but there was no way I was going to show up for work, around all those people; fine girls included; without at least washing my face, which wouldn’t have been a problem if I hadn’t just shaved. A full-on shower was out of the question; forget brushing my teeth; but I also wanted to wash under my arms if at possible. I simply had no time.

That is until I noticed, in what if I were a believer would’ve been an act of God, I’d gotten the time wrong. In my haste, I thought I had to be to work in about ten minutes, but another glance at the clock confirmed it was actually still 1-something, meaning I had more time than I thought. That instantly put me in manic rush mode as I rushed about, trying to cover as many of the hygienic/beauty essentials as possible.

It wasn’t until I woke up, heart still pounding and breathing heavy, that I realized it was all a dream. I was happy, or at least quite relieved, not to have to go to work today… to a job I haven’t worked in nearly five years. The house I miss though, perhaps dearly so, if only because it holds some of my most cherished childhood memories. The nostalgia is strong, but at least I get to visit it in these crazy dreams.

2024 [ April 20 ]