The Dream Recollection Thread

[LittleJade]

We all have weird dreams from time to time... some of us remember them every time, and some of us remember only snippets...

This is a thread for you to tell us about your dreams.









Last night, Joey Tribiani was hitting on me- we were gathered in a group of our friends, and Joey was laughing with me about when we were kids, and stuff, and then he commented that I'm beautiful, and desirable, and a wonderful woman, and his eyes softened as he said it, and it was lovely.


I need more dreams like that. I woke up happy.

 

[naxalite0906]

Last night, Joey Tribiani was hitting on me- we were gathered in a group of our friends, and Joey was laughing with me about when we were kids, and stuff, and then he commented that I'm beautiful, and desirable, and a wonderful woman, and his eyes softened as he said it, and it was lovely.


I need more dreams like that. I woke up happy.

Did he say "how YOU doin?"


I dreamt I broke the bed last night playing around with a certain someone on here...

 

[Essene]

Just because yous guys prolly wouldn't have seen this yesterday. This cracked me up.

It's a thread started by Scheherazade_79

http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=607618

My Second Vagina

I grew one last night in my dreams.

It started off as a crease on my arm that I thought was from sleeping awkwardly, then it turned into a proper vagina.

Because of its position I was able to play with it all day, especially when I was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and no one could see what I was doing.

I didn't dream long enough to figure out whether it got periods or not, but the sex was awesome - especially when my two vaginas got together and indulged in some frottage.

I remember wondering whether or not I'd bother looking for a girlfriend again, when I could just roll my sleeve up and fuck my own arm...

Very strange.

 

[gloriann]

I had a dream that I was waiting in the waiting room of a medical office to have a procedure done. Next to me was a young mother and her SCREAMING child. I was not too polite about telling her how I felt about her loud child.

Not like me at all...

 

[jockdom]

All my dreams good or bad seem to revolve around trains.

 

[Necroh_Skewer]

I had a dream about this man with a spirit floating behind his back. The spirit had black wings, black leather pants, no shirt, and a bald head with some kind of tribal tattoo on the side of it. His eyes were black. Unfortunately, I was the only one who could see the spirit behind the man. When we were walking through some park at night, other couples ignored him as if he looked normal. The man had the prettiest periwinkle (pale blue) eyes I have ever seen. And his hair was dark brown (almost black), cut short to where it looked curly.
But the man was trying to make me tell him my fantasies and kinks. I eventually told him and he laughed at my stubbornness. Then we somehow ended in a bedroom and he pressed me against the dresser whispering what he wanted to do to me while grinding his erection against my lower stomach.
I kept moaning because it felt so real and he just continued to describe my exact reactions on how I would want more and moan in desperation, which I was doing at that time.
Right when I was about to reach my peak, I fucking woke up all thanks to my alarm. This happens every time I have a wet dream. Only, this is the first time I remember who my sex partner was. Usually they are a blur or I will seriously not remember the face.
I think I know what that dream meant, lol. Symbolism much?

 

[WearMeWell]

is there a "lit post word count limit?"

 

[Dawg]

is there a "lit post word count limit?"

Nope, post away WMW....

 

[WearMeWell]

Nope, post away WMW....

*Smile~...(not quite making it to innocent...*)

ok; but, remember...
you asked for this...

*slow smile~

(and, just in case there is a word limit...i will post in in the next box.)
*nervous tingle....ho boy...

 

[WearMeWell]

weird dream

*Note to LittleJade: Hun, I'll take this down should you find it unacceptable (in length or otherwise...)k?

EDIT: I am seriously considering taking this down after a bit. I had no idea it was as long as it is. (sounds odd, i know...but i wrote it out in right at an hour--so, *soft shrug* it didn't "feel" that long...
*my apologies

***Removed ***...my apologies for any inconvenience, *curtsey

 

[WearMeWell]

All my dreams good or bad seem to revolve around trains.

*Smile~,...*curtsey. A pleasure to "meet" you JockDom...
May i ask:
Steam/coal locomotives? the newer "speed/bullet" trains? All of the above?

...and, of course,-- why trains? (if you know and care to enlighten...)

*soft smile, *curtsey...
WMW~

 

[YourCaptor]

Here’s the dream I had last night.

I was rock climbing a cliff, trying to urgently reach matchu pitchu. I had something vital to international peace, I think it was a coin, but seemed to be a token of peace or something. Anyway, I had to deliver it to Obama, who was apparently in power, and was located at matchu pitchu. After performing some acrobatics to survive rock slides I reach the city and handed the coin over. For my great heroics Obama with all his great ceremonious speaking ability, presented to me this really cute black girl. After having lots of sex with her, everyone gets pissed at me because apparently I wasn’t suppose to keep her.

And that was it.

Weird dream...

 

[WearMeWell]

Here’s the dream I had last night.

I was rock climbing a cliff, trying to urgently reach matchu pitchu. I had something vital to international peace, I think it was a coin, but seemed to be a token of peace or something. Anyway, I had to deliver it to Obama, who was apparently in power, and was located at matchu pitchu. After performing some acrobatics to survive rock slides I reach the city and handed the coin over. For my great heroics Obama with all his great ceremonious speaking ability, presented to me this really cute black girl. After having lots of sex with her, everyone gets pissed at me because apparently I wasn’t suppose to keep her.

And that was it.

Weird dream...

...ooh. nice one.
oh wait...did you take her someplace else to have sex?--or did you just take her right then and there?

 

[YourCaptor]

...ooh. nice one.
oh wait...did you take her someplace else to have sex?--or did you just take her right then and there?

Tough to remember, but I think I took her around the corner behind some torch lit ruins, there was a lot of moss, kind of a tiki bar vibe going on.

Then again in a white and light brown room, after which I packed up a briefcase, (I don't know what I had to put in it, just formalities for leaving I think), and thats when everyone got mad cause I was taking her with me.

 

[missy_me]

Philip Seymour Hoffman tried to rape me. His weewee was too short for him to actually do it. I kept laughing and he kept trying different positions in the hope of finding one that would magically make penetration possible.

That's what you get for watching Happiness. Again.

 

[WearMeWell]

Tough to remember, but I think I took her around the corner behind some torch lit ruins, there was a lot of moss, kind of a tiki bar vibe going on.

*soft smile~...surely not in just "missionary"...

Then again in a white and light brown room, after which I packed up a briefcase, (I don't know what I had to put in it, just formalities for leaving I think), and thats when everyone got mad cause I was taking her with me.

DId they try and block your way or something? Just give you dirty looks?

 

[WearMeWell]

Philip Seymour Hoffman tried to rape me. His weewee was too short for him to actually do it. I kept laughing and he kept trying different positions in the hope of finding one that would magically make penetration possible.

That's what you get for watching Happiness. Again.

*soft giggle~....
(im not sure i want to inquire much on that one...*lol)

*Smile...*curtsey...nice to "meet" you missy_me.

 

[YourCaptor]

DId they try and block your way or something? Just give you dirty looks?

Happened too long ago so I cant remember.

It was probably an incarnation of the anti interracial vibe that I got with the last girlfriend. And probably anti BDSM vibes I'll be getting in the future.

I wont know what I did about it in the dream, because really I don't know what to do about it in real life.

 

[WearMeWell]

Happened too long ago so I cant remember.

It was probably an incarnation of the anti interracial vibe that I got with the last girlfriend. And probably anti BDSM vibes I'll be getting in the future.

I wont know what I did about it in the dream, because really I don't know what to do about it in real life.

*understood.

Remember any dreams recently?


I had one last night that i only remember part of.
In short...I was smuggling kids across a border. The "border" was around a U.S. city that had been declared "a problem;" and martial law/quarantine had been instituted.

I'll tell more of that if someone wishes...but, Im working on a post (for another thread) right now ...

 

[YourCaptor]

*understood.

Remember any dreams recently?


I had one last night that i only remember part of.
In short...I was smuggling kids across a border. The "border" was around a U.S. city that had been declared "a problem;" and martial law/quarantine had been instituted.

I'll tell more of that if someone wishes...but, Im working on a post (for another thread) right now ...

Was it City 17?

Or district B13?

or something similar, I get a lot of those kind of dreams. Totalitarianism descending into anarchy.

 

[missy_me]

*soft giggle~....
(im not sure i want to inquire much on that one...*lol)

*Smile...*curtsey...nice to "meet" you missy_me.

It was pretty weird. And it was the first dream I've ever had about a celebrity, unless politicians (past or present) count. I'm weird that way, I have dreams about politics... How boring my life must be.

Nice to meet you too, WMW.

 

[WearMeWell]

It was pretty weird. And it was the first dream I've ever had about a celebrity, unless politicians (past or present) count. I'm weird that way, I have dreams about politics... How boring my life must be.

Nice to meet you too, WMW.

oh please...show me a politician tied down with candy necklaces and laffy taffy trying to talk his way out of being sexually tortured by lesbians and i'll show you something that someone would get a kick out of...*lol

or better yet....throw a bunch of politicians into a scenario like whatever tv show that is where everyone lives together...
throw in a hooker, and a lesbian and-,...
--oh wait,...i think that ones been done ...


(all this to say ...you're far from boring, Sugar...)

 

[WearMeWell]

Was it City 17?

Or district B13?


*shakes head...nothing like those referenced in that dream...
(and i dont have/watch televison, and rarely go to movies (if i see them, it's like months to years after everyone else)--so, if that was a reference to something existing, I dont have a clue about it) *sorry.

i did manage to get about 15 kids and three other adults out. But they were still chasing us. We his in an abandoned facotry complex in a warehouse.
I remember looking out and seeing that they had us pretty much surrounded, and noting that their uniforms were all black. Everyone except the "officers"/ones giving the orders had their faces covered(black masks). They were using some type of "scope" that let them see hazey images inside the building. The kept shooting, off and on, as we'd move. They shot tear gas into the wharehouse, even knowing most of "us" were kids. Then they set the warehouse on fire.
We were sitting amidst crates of disabled guns and munitions from the old "drug war." There were bails of hay and palletes full of bags of coffee. In the center of this...ringed assortments of disabled weapons, was a huge pile of hay. I had the adults help me made a "perimeter" out of the crates, bags of coffee and the hay. Thats when i found a hole in the floor . While I checked it out, the only man in the group, and one of the children, was shot. The man was dead. The little girl wasnt. THe "uniforms" outside started yelling at us to come out and "we would be allowed to live"-- i knew that meant prostitution, slavery, "reconditioning" and work camps...*been there, done that... I wasnt about to let them have these kids back.
Smoke began filling the warehouse and I realized ...we're all dead. We're surrounded, we're gassed, and now, they warehouse is burning.So, out of some hope for someone to escape, I sent the other two women and all the other kids(except the one that was a shot--a little girl with brassy blonde hair I adored--) into the hole, and told them to run for the woods at the back of the complex. I kissed and hugged all the kids on the head as i helped them into the hole. There were lots of tears.

My "time" was up and bullets started riddling the warehouse from all sides.

When everyone was through the hole, I covered it with the crate again, and went and picked up the wouned little girl. She was so pale, and her eyes looked at me with such trust, ...my gut clenched.
Then something akin to righteous anger ignited in me.
(this is the first and Only dream i ever got "wind effect")

I got wind effect, spoke to the doors to open, and they slid open. I walked to the door carrying the girl. I could see the men hunker in, take aim and fire. I could see the bullets as they came at us--but then they would just "disappear." I was so focused on what i was doing, none of this amazed me. I walked out in full view of all of them while they continued shooting.
When i walked twelve feet ( i dont know why twelve feet, but i remember it was 12 feet) outside the front of the warehouse, I stopped walking. They stopped firing. I could hear and see their breathing...

I woke up, with the feeling more was going to happen.



or something similar, I get a lot of those kind of dreams. Totalitarianism descending into anarchy.

*yah, i guess this could almost classify as that...
really? you have alot of those?

any you remember?

 

[WearMeWell]

this thread shouldnt die. It's a good thread...

I had a dream last night where I switched “characters” in the dream. --not uncommon for me. (but i still find it weird)

Several of us were being chased by a dragon; me in particular. The dragon reminded me of the ones in Reign of Fire.


It was fall, and in the middle of a natural disaster recovery type setting; the area is totaled. The National guard is instituting martial law; some of us are forced to work digging through the rubble for bodies and valuables; house to house, block by block. Some are despondent.
The day was cloudy and a light mist hung heavily in the air.
Suddenly, a dragon flying over head, folded his wings and dove straight for us. He hit the ground running; crushing, and severing anything that got in his path. Screams, extended and cut short mixed with gurgles of death and the pounding rumbles of heavy footsteps.
I would be running, then all the sudden,… -I’m the dragon
As the dragon, I’m snorting and growling... clawing and "crawl-running" on the ground after me/us.
I can feel every part of me as the dragon; every organ, every muscle seething with power,- and hatred. My senses are heightened in the extreme; like I can see, hear, taste, smell and feel with every part of me...
I feel, smell, and taste the rocks and earth as I claw my way through it.
Inside,(as the dragon) I know I have dominion, for a time, over these little pesky, annoying creatures that would dare defy me.
I see a guard level a gun in my direction. My vision blends between infra-red and x-ray. I calculate the caliber of the weapon, and the size, weight, breathing and heart rate of the man nearly instantly.
Suddenly, I am the guard that gets crushed under the dragons paw/foot
I feel my bones snap, my organs rupturing, and the breath being pressed out of me.Just as I expell my life through a gurgled rattle, I’m me again...running with others.
All i can think about is getting away; getting to the camp and warning them; warning them that the dragon is real!
He’s real, ...and he’s here.
A roaring rush of wind beneath wings throws me like a rag doll. I slam to the ground some 30 feet away. The dragon slams his "fist" into the hillside, and the rock and soil give way. I, all of us, are sliding down toward him. I can taste the dirt in my mouth and feel the injuries inflicted as my hands claw at the dirt and rocks to stop my decent. Its not working;...I’m still sliding.
Suddenly, im the dragon again, a hateful laughter welling in my chest, and gleaming through my eyes.
Then it’s like I’m all of them…feeling, hearing, seeing, smelling and tasting everything happening before me.
I can feel the dragons conquering victory swelling through him; every organ, every mucle, every sinew at the ready. I (Me, as the dragon)...slam my fist into the earth again; the hillside gives more and their fragile bodies come sliding toward me.
I’m me again; -people are falling past me into the dragons mouth and clutches. He crushes, tears them, drains the life from them; and casts them aside like sopped rag dolls.
I pray for help...strength. He rages; ...like he can hear my prayers. His hateful claws reach for me.
i wake up

 

[YourCaptor]

this thread shouldnt die. It's a good thread...

I had a dream last night where I switched “characters” in the dream. --not uncommon for me. (but i still find it weird)

Several of us were being chased by a dragon; me in particular. The dragon reminded me of the ones in Reign of Fire.


It was fall, and in the middle of a natural disaster recovery type setting; the area is totaled. The National guard is instituting martial law; some of us are forced to work digging through the rubble for bodies and valuables; house to house, block by block. Some are despondent.
The day was cloudy and a light mist hung heavily in the air.
Suddenly, a dragon flying over head, folded his wings and dove straight for us. He hit the ground running; crushing, and severing anything that got in his path. Screams, extended and cut short mixed with gurgles of death and the pounding rumbles of heavy footsteps.
I would be running, then all the sudden,… -I’m the dragon
As the dragon, I’m snorting and growling... clawing and "crawl-running" on the ground after me/us.
I can feel every part of me as the dragon; every organ, every muscle seething with power,- and hatred. My senses are heightened in the extreme; like I can see, hear, taste, smell and feel with every part of me...
I feel, smell, and taste the rocks and earth as I claw my way through it.
Inside,(as the dragon) I know I have dominion, for a time, over these little pesky, annoying creatures that would dare defy me.
I see a guard level a gun in my direction. My vision blends between infra-red and x-ray. I calculate the caliber of the weapon, and the size, weight, breathing and heart rate of the man nearly instantly.
Suddenly, I am the guard that gets crushed under the dragons paw/foot
I feel my bones snap, my organs rupturing, and the breath being pressed out of me.Just as I expell my life through a gurgled rattle, I’m me again...running with others.
All i can think about is getting away; getting to the camp and warning them; warning them that the dragon is real!
He’s real, ...and he’s here.
A roaring rush of wind beneath wings throws me like a rag doll. I slam to the ground some 30 feet away. The dragon slams his "fist" into the hillside, and the rock and soil give way. I, all of us, are sliding down toward him. I can taste the dirt in my mouth and feel the injuries inflicted as my hands claw at the dirt and rocks to stop my decent. Its not working;...I’m still sliding.
Suddenly, im the dragon again, a hateful laughter welling in my chest, and gleaming through my eyes.
Then it’s like I’m all of them…feeling, hearing, seeing, smelling and tasting everything happening before me.
I can feel the dragons conquering victory swelling through him; every organ, every mucle, every sinew at the ready. I (Me, as the dragon)...slam my fist into the earth again; the hillside gives more and their fragile bodies come sliding toward me.
I’m me again; -people are falling past me into the dragons mouth and clutches. He crushes, tears them, drains the life from them; and casts them aside like sopped rag dolls.
I pray for help...strength. He rages; ...like he can hear my prayers. His hateful claws reach for me.
i wake up

I had a dream kind of like this a long time ago.

Dinosaur like monsters chased me and a few buddy's though urban ruble. They where fast, and if they saw us it only took about 2 seconds for your body to be dismantled, so it was a lot of hide, plan, and run with constant fear.

All my buddy's got shredded during the chase, as well as every girl I screwed along the way. Then I dead ended int a tunnel that had collapsed. I hid behind a column and then switched to the monsters point of view. Of course I knew where I was hiding, went straight for it and attacked myself with blood spraying all over, then ate myself alive. Interesting thing is I got turned on while doing it.