Dream 1:
F was in Houston visiting,and we'd woken up so I was trying to get him to fuck me. F would stick the tip of his cock inside me then like stop. Not even teasing. It was odd, as if he didn't want to have sex with me. So then he was fingering me, but I was more riding his fingers. The rhythm was so bad I got off his hand and just laid back down, really annoyed. And all I kept thinking was 'bad sex bad sex bad sex.'
Dream 2:
I was at the Galleria, and I was at an ice cream shop studying. I kept on wanting to try more and more ice cream. Which is odd because I get sick of ice cream fairly easily. A girl offered me this catalog of different ice cream combos but I was like in my head, "oh my god, this is pathetic if I want ice cream that badly that I need to look through a catalog" so I just sat back down. But when I sat back down I ended up sitting at a table with B and like 4 other people. I can't remember who... We were at these tables along the ice skating rink and there was a stage and a performance going on by MGMT and they were playing Kids. There were people dancing. I was like the only one dancing from the table I was at. I look around and notice there is artwork all around, hung from the ceiling and I recognize my own artwork next to the stage, so I was excited and pointed it out to B. In reality the artwork was like a bunch of pieces of works put into one. B was all over me and biting my neck. Suddenly there are tons of Nazi soldiers going through the crowd and taking people. I'm remembering I left my backpack at this store and felt I had to get it. So I left B and my friends. The store I go in is happens to be a store they're keeping people they're going to put into a camp. But before I realize that in frantically looking for the bag, which is now under all these clothes because the store has been torn apart. The backpack I was looking for was the one I got stolen out of my car when I was 16 and all my books were scattered around my neighborhood...Anyyyway,I couldn't find it and then a solider started yelling at me to get in the group with the rest of the people. So I did and I was like "fucking shit what the fuck am I going to do?!" I'm thinking of what I can do to save myself from this group. So I stand forward and tell the soldier that I'm a German Japanese mix, and so he asks for me to speak in Japanese to prove that I'm not some other kind of Asian. So I start speaking in Japanese. And then he's making me mime these different positions he's standing in, so I'm worried he's trying to test me and see if I'll copy something that I shouldn't. So then I just decide it's best if I bow. I was doing a "polite" bow (there are different bows depending on degree defines the meaning). It kicked in that I should be kissing this guys ass so I did a 45 degree bow, which is great respect, or if you're very sorry about something, even asking for a favor. And this entire time I'm thinking he can shoot me at any second while I'm fucking bowing. He pulls my head up and takes me by the arm and is a lot friendlier toward me and even kisses me and starts totally feeling me up. There are other soldiers watching the other captives, me and the soldier go kind of far and behind all these racks of clothing and I'm totally rubbing on his cock through his uniform and he actually felt small at first and I was DISAPPOINTED. Then magic! His cock got a lot bigger. He was unzipping his pants and he pulled down my thong and right as he was about to penetrate me there were a lot of gunshots going off. Stupid me ran over to the captive people! And we were all in a pile on top of each other and Gael Garcia Bernal was shooting in the piles! A nurse was sprinkling pain medications around us... I took tons. When Gael left, I got up and found my soldier but he said he needed to go because American military were coming so the German soldiers needed to get out of view. I so desperately wanted to fuck him that I followed him to the 3rd floor of the Galleria into this hotel that they were keeping the Nazi troops safe. So we sat down on some chairs and I thought "what the fuck am I doing?" And I woke up.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
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