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Dream of love and freedom from bondage

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.

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Okay so today i had the strangest dream. I was in this building and it was divided into three sections. At first i was floating along zip lines in one section talking with friends and hanging out with these girls that had become good friends of mine in what was called our pod. we had a decent amount of freedom. We went to lunch and when we got back i was told i was being moved into a different pod. Away from all my friends, and away from everything i had known. When i asked what was going on the guy in charge told me that they haven't seen a change at all so they were moving me back down. When my parents came i was sitting on the couch with one of the girls from the other pod and this blonde kid. My parents told me that they hadn't seen any progress so i was being moved back for 45 days. If i could show improvement i would be moved back to the other pod. The only problem was that I kept repeating i have a baby to take care of at home i just want to see my baby. The guy next to me volunteered to take me for a ride to help clear my head. So we went for a ride without getting in trouble. When we came back there was an explosion, no one died but that was the end. Our rooms were these glass boxes with beds and sinks and they had little drawers for personal items, they also had bathrooms that had a metal door that enclosed around it. Such a strange dream, and the strangest part is it seems to be a continuation of a dream i have had before because i remember the boxed rooms.

It always started with a vibrant color red slowly fading into the background, like a backdrop of evil setting the scene. Around the edges and into the corners of my vision were black shadows, the darkest I had ever seen. I entered from the left, terrified beyond measure, yet determined to get what I came for; my grandparents’ release from Hell, from the bondage of Satan himself. Nana and Papo, my paternal grandparents, would enter from the right, distraught, resigned, yet, a bit hopeful. I ran to them, hugging and kissing them. I can still feel the way my grandfather’s solid middle felt against my skinny, half-grown arms. And then there was Satan. His voice boomed over us like thunder. My heart seized with panic and sank like a rock within me as terror washed over me like an ocean’s wave. For just a moment, the three of us huddled together, Nana, Papo and me. Then, after what felt like an eternity of being frozen in fear but seconds of being comforted by the warmth of their bodies, of their love, my voice found me. I freed myself from the entanglement of their arms and knew I had to do this on my own. I demanded their freedom. I asked that they be able to return with me to my home. While I do not remember the words that roared from the scoffing voice overhead, I remember that my request was denied. Nana and Papo had to stay in Hell. There was no question about it. Then, they turned and exited back from whence they had come, resigned, saddened but willing. I screamed. I screamed their names. I screamed in protest. I screamed because of the injustice. They did not belong there. They knew Jesus. And yet, it had not been enough. In that moment, He had not been enough. That’s when I would awake in a panic, crying, hardly able to breathe. Yet another thing was out of my control. Yet another injustice was being committed and I could do nothing. My voice was not being heard. My stomach was churning as was my heart.

Dream of in a church full of people with there hands up Singing freedom