YoungVampyre
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I dreamt I kept trying to convince my dad to let me borrow his toothbrush. Not sure why but it was for a very important reason.
Am going to be in Italy in October for a week. So have it on my mind. Hence the dream I guess.@Jinxy come visit, we still have sweet Summer nights here![]()
Am going to be in Italy in October for a week. So have it on my mind. Hence the dream I guess.
*whispers: DOITTTTTT!Last night I had a dream that I found a bunch of kittens in my backyard. They were so tiny, they fit in the palm of my hand. And then I fed them with a bottle...A sign that I could become a cat lady....maybe
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Ok... I remember like half a handfull of dreams per year, but this one was frigheningly real and oddly precise "sex dream":
I somehow lived in London and got picked up by 4 men in a very small car to go to a big party.... And every tie the driver touched his hair, he lost a few of his dreadlocks which was kinda disgusting. So i got out of the car only to realize i was not wearing any pants. So pulled my sweater down, except that the tip of my dick was still visible, but nobody cared so neither did I (except that i had to pull my sweter down the whole time). Then I realized i needed to get a haircut so i left the party but didn't want to go with the disgusting rasta guy, so i took the busline nr. 8. The problem was that i didn't now the adress of the hair dresser so i sat at the station, trying to remember, next to a cute homeless girl. Thats when a tramay arrived, with an orgy in the first wagon. There were like really beautiful people (top models/pornstars, etc...) having sex with loud weird and funny benny hill kind of music. I was kind of surprised as you can imagine, and even more as the homeless girl pulled off her coat yelling "tada!"... She was actually also a very pretty girl wearing a suit or something and she said that she organized that tramway as a publicity stunt for a sex club and that asked if i liked. To which i replied that I wouldn't go there with that music and that i had an appointment with my hairdresser anyways.... So i stood up, my dick still hanging out under my sweater and stepped intonthe bus nr. 8.
The end...
No analyse this, Freud!