Originally posted by Back Lane Madders
I have dreams of being lost and can't find my car because I forgot to look at the cross signs of the street I parked at.
It gets really emotional with a sense of I fucked up and people laughing at me hysterically when I ask if they can help me find it
i have dreams of trying to escape people chasing me by driving my car in reverse, it's a recurring dream
i feel like i have a lot of fucked up dreams where strong smells that i don't forget for days even after i wake up are a recurring theme. my brain might be melting.
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Originally posted by Back Lane Madders
Do you masturbate often to cuck thoughts were it's really emotionally painful that it's a massive turn on?
When I am the buck who is cuckolding someone that's married/in a long term relationship, it really gets me off. If I don't like another drug dealer I would try to fuck his girlfriend. I also ruin it by "letting dude find out" even though it usually ends the sex for me. my favorite thing is to take naked selfies on their bed or my erect penis sticking into the bowl of their nice bong/pipe while she's in the bathroom then when it all comes down like a house of cards I knocked over, I laugh and send the photo saying "Then why would I have this?"
and it's me pouring sweat, out of breath, laying on the bed he shares nightly with his girlfriend/wife/fiance.
On topic, I didn't dream last night for the first time in about a month.
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I was drinking in a big hotel room. I think my dad was there. My light skinned ex side thing came with a friend of hers and told me a story about her moms slutty friend running off with bikers to another province. I remember it was dark and everyone kept going outside for some purpose. It made me feel good because I kinda miss her
All I remember is I was wearing a pink Lacoste shirt, green plaid trousers and brown loafers. It’s only coming back to me now because that’s such a hideous combination I would never wear. There was a mountain and a wedding as well idk. It was like I was writing the dream, I wrote down the loafers were snakeskin then rubbed it out and what I was wearing changed.
It was a nice dream, in my dad’s village, vivid colours, a fair on, Edwardian times, in a house with people, walls and doors painted dark blue, a lamp of the night sky. Toward the end I wanted to go home but it was difficult, tried phoning a taxi but they said they weren’t in business anymore. A lady directed me to an alleyway that had a taxi place but they just had a hearse, I was to go home in that.
I was facedown on a large bed with dark colored sheets. i felt someone slowly spread apart my cheeks, then felt the thick end of a baseball bat penetrate my rectum
Originally posted by vindicktive vinny
my company car was stolen while i was eating at this large foodcourt. after lots of lost car drama it turned out that someone from my company decided to just swap it with another which i magically allso have keys to on the keychain.
Im cross pacifically diagnosimg you with being really fucking asian. Please keep your distance
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My mom and her friend were driving me from shawano lake back home and I had found an old cell phone and when I turned it on it was full of videos of me from my childhood and my classical gangsta rap, most distinctly this one.
and my mom hates rap music/black people so we pulled over at the gas station and they had one of those quarter pushing machine that you always lose 8 quarters trying to play.
except when I was doing it, I realized the machine next to me was FULL OF QUARTERS in the bottom tray and I was just filling my pockets with quarters and every now and then drop one back in the machine in order to not let anyone know I was winning so greatly. AS I was walking out someone came out with the store clerk to show him how much he win and process it into bills and was like "What the fuck?" and my mom and her neighbor stopped to see what's up but I went into the car and just started emptying a half dozen handfuls of quarters from my pocket into the floor of the car and I woke up at 6:01am
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I had a dream about being in a temple where there was a lion named Veerabadhra. The lion was quite harmless until someone made a loud noise disturbing it's sleep. There were two friends of mine with me in the temple, one of whom was later chased by the lion for unintentionally disturbing it's sleep.
Nothing strange about the dream in itself, but when I told my friend who was in the dream, about this dream, ( the one who was chased by the lion) she told me that she, too, had the same dream the same night about us being in a temple with a lion!
Quite strange and coincidental for both of us to have had very similar dreams on the same night!!
It doesn’t make sense but it won’t fade. Arriving in America late at night, almost missed the plane, was packing with someone. Left them somewhere. There were these offices/library, some girl disturbed me I think she had wanted to become obese and then killed herself. In an office with some man, he had brown hair and there were bookshelves. The lights started flickering and there were flashes of the girls ghost, other ghosts, dancers, they were scaring the man. It stopped and he told me to get out. Couldn’t just leave but I found Caolan and his friends, we decided to run out the fire escape to go drinking, girls loitering in the staircase, lots of people outside. I woke up thinking of Taylor.
