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Hi! I feel a bit ashamed to

Hi! I feel a bit ashamed to express what I'm about to say lol So please don't judge me too harshly for it if you think it's stupid or superfluous. But I had a dream and it feels important to me to understand it's meaning. Also a warning, there is erotism in my dream. Before I tell you about the dream you have to know some things. There is a celebrity that I have a HUGE crush on in real life. He's a very famous singer that lives in an other country than mine. And I decided that I will try to meet I'm someday. My plan is to try to become rich and eventually pay to have the chance to spend a day or two with him. In hope that maybe during that time I will have the chance to seduce him. I know that my chances of becoming rich, of meeting him and of seducing him are extremely slim but I want to try anyway. I'm aware that even if I succeed I will probably not have the chance to be in a real relationship with him. But I've never been attracted before to a man as much as I am to him. So I would be glad even if I would only have the chance to meet him or to have sex with him once. But dont worry, I would try to meet him respectfuly, I dont want to stalk him or anything. An other thing that you should know maybe is that he is 10 years younger than me. He's of legal age though lol So now that you know those things, here's the dream that I had : In my dream somehow me and him were friends apparently. We were walking outside together and we saw a woman embarking on a bus. He than told me that he felt very attracted to her, but he was too shy to go talk to her. As a friend I tried to convince him that he should have the courage to go for it and flirt with her, but at the same time I was hurting inside because of my feelings for him. He was considering it and he was about to go to that woman when suddenly I couldn't control my feelings anymore and I was scared of losing him...I came closer to him and I suddenly kissed him. At my surprise he didn't pushed me back, in fact he kissed me back. We were kissing very passionately while huging and caressing each other. It was very passionate and it was starting to become more and more sexual. He even tried to masturbate me with his fingers. I think that he asked me if I liked it, but the fact was that he wasn't truly reaching my vagina, he was only caressing my pubis. I wanted to tell him that his hand wasn't low enough but I was to shy to tell him. So I was disapointed that I couldn't feel that pleasure. But most of all even though I was feeling ecstatic because we were kissing and evrything, I was also feeling very sad because I was thinking about the fact that he was in fact attracted by the other woman. I was feeling deeply in love with him and vulnerable and I wanted to ask him if I could be enough for him. I was about to ask him but than I woke up. I know that you probably think that it's a stupid concern, but it's really important to me. On one hand I feel glad that I had a dream that dream where I was making out with him, but on the other hand I can't shake the sad feeling that he was maybe in fact in love with the other woman even though somehow he was receptive to my advances. I really dont know what to think of this dream, what it could mean for me. So I hope someone can help me intrepret it. Thank you a lot in advance for your help.

I was in a towel and the

I was in a towel and the towel fell exposing my breasts. I looked up and saw my neighbor staring. We made eye contact and they began to pleasure themselves sexually while looking at me. Later on I went over there to talk to my neighbor. I wore a sheer top and no bra, and was very horny. My neighbor tried to deny seeing me, until I told him that I liked it and wanted to have sex with him. His kids and wife weren't home, so we went for it. It was amazing sex and I had an orgasm. I told him I wouldn't tell anyone but that I wanted to do it again and soon.

Last night I dreamed there were two

Last night I dreamed there were two sisters; one was around five the other was about sixteen. The older one had dark colored skin (a few degrees darker than caramel, but not as dark as chocolate) with brown eyes and thick black hair that fell to her back. I never actually saw the younger one, but she had a presence. I was wearing this white dress with a ribbon around the middle. I was suppose to protect them both from a stalker, I think I was hired. The stalker had already gotten to them once and it resulted in the older sister getting raped and now he was trying to get to them both, whether to kill them or worse. Anyways, we were moving quickly to another safe house. When we got there we rushed inside because I thought we were being followed. Inside the House was almost all white, even the steps on the staircase (of which there was only one). There were no lamps and the only light seemed to come from a large window above the door we just entered. The light illuminated the wall we were facing which had only three things of note. One a staircase, which was also white to the point where you wouldn’t be able to see it without the shadowed outline of the steps. Two, a romanesque doorway with no door that was to the left of the staircase. Three, a white door at the top of the staircase. The only color was the floor, which was a glossy, rich deep reddish-brown wood. There was a banging from the door behind us and without turning around we ran up the staircase and through the door at the top. as the door swung shut I saw the Man and about twenty others, dressed as security personnel, siege the House. He was older and tall with salt with pepper hair and dark, glittering, eyes that were so dark you couldn’t tell where the pupil was. His face was lined, though not heavily, a little around the eyes and mouth. I saw a lot before the door closed. We faced another problem in the shape of three identical doors. We chose one at random and continued to flee through the House. Door after door after identical door we ran. eventually we came to a small room. It looked like a child’s bedroom, the walls were purple and pink and there was a twin bed covered with stuffed animals. There were two windows that I planned to be our escape. Before we could leave I had to go back and lock all the doors we came through. This was of vital importance in the dream because i thought it would buy us time. So I told the girls to stay put and back I went through the endless maze of doors, back to the first door. As I locked it, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and knew I didn’t have much time. So I quickly worked backwards hoping the locked doors would slow them down and I would have time to make it back to the girls and out of the window. One of the doors lead to a pale bedroom with a king sized bed and with a pair of french doors on one side that would serve as my shortcut. I turned my back to lock the door, but it took longer to lock because the hinges were loose so I had to lift the door to lock it. As I turned towards the doors that were to be my escape, I panicked… They were blocked. A white vanity covered my only other escape route. The top of the vanity was covered with small nick-nacks such as glass bottles, small statues, books, and jewelry. I didn’t know how it could have happened because a few minutes before the doors were unobstructed. I rush over to move it out of the way, knowing I spent too much time already because I could hear doors faintly crash open behind me. I notice that no matter how hard I pushed against the table it wouldn’t budge, fear seized me when I noticed it was bolted to the floor. I was confused and terrified. Confused because I didn’t know how the vanity could have moved there or how it could have been bolted down without me knowing; terrified because my only other means of escape was through the door I just locked. A chuckle filled the room. It was deep and cold and numbing all at once and what was worse was that it wasn’t from me. I turned to see the Man leaning against the frame of the door behind me. “What do we have here?” His voice was accented, British, I think. He sounded amused and curious, though, like I was some strange animal not behaving as it should. He approached me with swagger and nonchalance, knowing very well that I was trapped and well past the state of panic and barely keeping it together. I knew then what it was like to be a cornered animal; standing in front of him stock still, heartbeat rising along with adrenaline. While I was panicking he just smiled at me. It was a predatory smile and I slowly started backing away. I knew I could not go anywhere, he knew it too, and his smile widen when I ran into the vanity. the baubles on top jangled. When he got within arms reach and politely said, “Pleasure to meet you.” That snapped me out of whatever weird, hypnotic fear I was in and I reacted instinctively and impetuously. I reached behind me and grabbed statue from the vanity behind me. He was shocked and stumbled back. Using this to my advantage I foolishly tried to move the vanity. I heard a laugh behind me. He had recovered and was chuckling at my sad attempts at escape. I was still facing away from him and a sense of hopelessness washed over me. I felt him come up behind me and say, “Are you quite done?” I lowered my head and I felt his hand on my shoulder as he slowly made me face him. He took out this wickedly sharp knife and started playing with my dress. “Such a shame to ruin such a lovely dress.” The blade pierced the fabric at the back of the dress and I felt the cool metal graze my skin. I could not take it anymore so I turn around and tried to get as far away from him as possible. I made my way across the room hoping to unlock the door on the other side. I only got a few steps before my legs gave out and I sank to the floor. I sat there, holding what was left of my tattered dress to by body, as he walked around me. He crouched down and I looked up at him. I was so afraid I was tearing up “Please, don’t. Just please.” He just smile and touched my face, I tried to flinch but he held my head in place. “Come now, that’s enough of that.” he said, and he drew my face towards his and then… I woke up.

I do not remember any start of

I do not remember any start of the dream in particular. Only that I was laying across vertically on this larger than life Silver Bullet that felt like I was laying across a large penis at the same time. I do not remember how I was dressed other than either I was in my panties or shorts and some kind of light shirt. My legs were bare as my legs caressed this long large silver bullet. My arms and my hands and my fingers were also feeling this large silver bullet. Feeling each sense of feeling in vivid detail. Sensing the sight of the luminous shine that this large silver bullet had. Feeling the coolness and smoothness yet solid hardness that seemed to stimulate me with each movement. I could even sense the fragrant coolness that accompanied the stimulation. I could move across each end of this long hard silver bullet penis with ease and sensitivity to the utmost joy. The tip of this silver bullet was long sharp finely crafted to a fine tip that was smooth yet firmly hard feeling each movement in long long timeless strokes. Time did seem to be irrelevant. I seemed to wake up from this dream as I was actually feeling Wayne’s penis at the same time in waking time. I woke up needless to say very erotic and very sensitive. I see no connection at this time to my waking life. I am attracted to the shiny and comfort of pleasure and freedom I felt. Moving freely and with ease. I felt attracted to the comfort level at the deep senses of everything I was feeling with such intensity. I felt emense joy, freedom. No self doubts no hinderances. Just unconditional feeling of eroticism, joy and sensitivity in everything in and around me.

Why stay indoors instead of pedalling out

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