My Dreams: Wet,Scary...But Mostly Rediculous
69Everyone has dreams and everyone also has strange dreams; and that seems perfectly normal. I have to wonder however…is it normal to have strange dreams every night? I am very good at remembering dreams and for the life of me, I cannot remember a dream I had that was not utterly bizarre. I actually kind of enjoy my dreams and feel somewhat special that I can have such vivid dreams that I am lucky enough to remember.
Before I give you some examples of my dreams, let me just say everything I write is going to be 100% true and not embellished or “enhanced,” to make the story sound better or more exciting. When someone starts talking about their dreams you never know what really happened and what is fabricated because…well none if it actually really happened and there is no way to know for sure. I feel confident though that a lot of people make up stories to make their dreams sound crazy and strange to benefit the listener or keep you interested but…whatever.
So, my dreams are not bizarre in way that is ridiculous such as a giant doughnut chasing me through the streets or anything like that; they are mildly bizarre which makes things weirder…I think. There will be a perfectly normal setting, conversation or situation but one or two things in that setting, conversation or situation will be completely unrelated and absurd.
For instance, just two nights ago I dreamt that I was playing basketball against the Boston Celtics. I really don’t know if it was all the Celtics but I do know that Paul Pierce was guarding me and he was lighting it up. The first bizarre thing about this dream was that Paul Pierce had a huge drippy Jerry Curl hair style which he doesn’t have in real life. Why would I dream that he had such a strange hair style…it plays absolutely zero relevance in this dream so…why is it included in this dream? The second thing that was completely strange in this dream was that when I scored just before I woke up…the rim and net were not a normal rim and net on the basketball hoop…it was a bowl of Cocoa Krispies. Why the fuck would I play basketball for hours on a normal / regulation hoop and then all of a sudden would it turn into a bowl of cereal? That is ridiculous.
Here is another one that has stood out for a long period of time. By the way, I have celebrities in my dreams all the time…I am kind of a big deal in the dream world…people know me. Anyway, I had a dream that I was walking around some forest preserve along a paved walkway. I was walking with an unknown individual (don’t know if it was a male or female) when suddenly Snoop Dogg pulled up in front of me on a Big Wheel. Yes, Snoop was on one of those kids’ tricycle toy things. That is pretty odd, but the thing that is even more odd was; I didn’t find that scene in my dream strange at all, I actually grabbed a big wheel and started cruising around with him. My dream was literally me driving around a big wheel with Snoop and that was it.
Another type of dream I have on a regular basis is nightmares. My nightmares are probably different that most people’s because I really enjoy a good nightmare. The reason I think I enjoy them is because I am never actually scared in my dream. There are creepy, disturbing and scary events that happen but for some reason I am never worried about being injured, killed or anyone else being hurt. I feel like I am a person in a movie and I am just going through the steps. In these dreams I am usually being haunted by a ghost or demon or whatever and I am always forced to go somewhere dark and dangerous even though I know full well it is not what I should do…but since I am not afraid, I walk right into whatever spooky or creepy situation lies ahead; like an idiot.
In these nightmares I am usually with a bunch of strangers that I don’t know and people are being murdered, tortured and torn apart yet doesn’t affect me one way or another. Celebrities rarely show up in my nightmares but occasionally there will be someone of celebrity fame somewhere in it. I can think of some celebrities that would make my nightmares truly horrific so hopefully they stay the hell out of my dreams. In these nightmares there is also the usual strange object or situation is going on. I had a dream I was rescuing some people from a haunted building because I was some sort of ghost hunter or something of that nature and inside the house the ghosts were eating chicken soup in between hauntings. Also in this dream there was a room in which I walked into that was full of those little super balls. Again, why would my dream have a room of super balls and chicken soup eating ghosts? Odd.
Another dream I have, which is very rare yet my very favorite is the sex dream. Dear Lord do I love me some sex dreams! The problem with my sex dreams is that 99% of the time I have them, I wake up before I cum or the hot girl or girls I am having intercourse with turns into something strange and yes absurd. This is very annoying and upsetting to say the least!
One of my favorite sex dreams happened probably 6-7 months ago. I had been watching VH1’s Charm School with my wife the night before I had this dream and well…that particular show snuck into my dream. I had a dream that I was in bed with two of the women in that show and we were about to go to sleep. Pretty soon one of the girls started touching herself, then me then the other girl. Soon we were in full on orgy mode and were doing things that are illegal in many states. Here is where the dream gets out of hand and becomes irrational and ridiculous.
I am banging this one chick as the other is kissing me and touching the other girl when I pull out and shoot my load. When I pulled out and ejaculated it was like a fire hose. I was shooting cum out of my penis at high velocity, forcing the girls to tumble out of bed and get pinned against the wall with seamen. I couldn’t stop the cum and I couldn’t control the directions my dick was shooting it. It was literally like a fire hose. I was spraying the entire room with sperm, it was all over the ceiling, it was on the beds, the floor seeping out the door and it went on for minutes. I do remember feeling GREAT throughout that entire time too…I mean…I think I actually had an orgasm that lasted for over 5 minutes.
When I woke up from that dream I had the biggest load of cum in my britches I had ever seen. I was contemplating calling the Guiness Book of World Records…it was that much! That my friend was a gooooood night!
The other sex dreams I have are much tamer in terms of the endings because they usually don’t have any good or happy ending. I get so frustrated with these dreams because I only need a few more minutes…sometimes even seconds to get the job done. For instance there are times when I will be having sex with a girl or group of girls (whatever struck my fancy that particular night) and just as I am about to unleash my liquidy seed I will wake up…for no damn reason at all. I will actually feel in my dick, cum about make its way into my underpants when suddenly the feeling subsides and I am left with the infamous “blue balls.”
Other times it doesn’t go that far which is not as frustrating…but still annoying. I will be having sex and suddenly the women will disappear and I end up holding a ham sandwich or something which throws me off completely. I will actually say to myself something along the lines of…”wasn’t I just fucking a chick…why am I holding this sandwich?” There have also been times when as I am having sex and the scene switches…I will actually be making love to the sandwich which is no good either. No, I do not finish in the sandwich…I put it down and try to forget what I was just doing.
Well that’s how my dreams usually go and that is pretty bizarre to me. What is probably more bizarre than the dreams is probably that I have dreams at all. I wake up probably every 45 min to an hour every night, I am tired and exhausted and I can’t believe I can hit REM to even produce a dream.
I do wish I could somehow record my dreams to show the world because I have plenty of entertaining shit going on when I sleep that I would love to show you.
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Thanks for the comment Springboard, always appeciated.
OMG I'm dying, love it. Perfect attention grabbing title. lol
Thanks Darryl...is that how you spell it? I don't know...anywa, thank you for the lovely comment.
in my dreams, there are never any people that i know from real life, and the plce that i am in is never the same and i've never been there before. something weird and fantasyish always happens in my dreams. let me share the last dream i had, which i always remember my dreams because i love them. it is very long, so stand by. in my last dream i was myself(which sometimes i'm not). i was taking care of this little toy for a friend, but the toy was alive. it was one of those new toys that look like little monsters and you paint them. I remember i was in a store but i don't remember what happened there. i was with some other people that i don't remember either. all i remember is that i tried to keep the monster thing alive. when i left the store, i was suppost to give back the toy to the owner but i found out the person that gave it to me wasn't really the owner, but a friend's mom(i don't know this person in real life or the mom)who called me and picked me up in a truck. her daughter, my friend,was in the truck too. i don't remember giving the toy back. we were in a country setting, which i love about my dreams, and we passed by the ocean. my friend called to me to see her father as giant boats passed by in the ocean. her father was a boat designer and just won an award for designing a new boat. he was out at sea with others driving their boats(very big boats). she pointed to a boat with an oval sail that went all around the boat(almost like an oval bath cirtain). we decided to stop at the docks so i could meet him. when i did, we got along great and he took me on his boat. then everything changed from normal to abnormal. my friend's dad and others were fishing and catching giant ocopuses in nets. i told him that i'm a vegan and explained what it was and the difference between an animal and a plant and why i don't eat animals. so he showed me the octopus and i hugged him. he was as big as me. the octopus got scared and squirted ink. when it did, the scene changed and the air turned to water, even though there was still water under the boat so it could float. everything was the same except i cold float. the octopus wa floating also but no one else was. just me and him. i believed i was an angel and since i could float, i let the octopus go and started flying upward. I was just having fun with the floating things and flew all over the place, sometimes coming back down by accident. i flew too low and flew into the ocean at one point, though i was still flying there because it was also water. but my flying stopped and i swam onto land(really fast because i barely remember swimming). when i got to land, there were all of these people around the shore. they looked like regular people, but they were more like indians. my friends father ran to where i was and told me that they were mermaids(not the ones with tails). everyone there knew i was an angel, but didn't show it. i started running away. i don't know why, i just did. i ran to a dock that was maybe a mile wide going around the shore rather than straight into the water and had a top for shelter from the rain. i kept running down the dock and about a fourth of a mile from the people and my friend's dad, there was a wind. it was behind me, but there was a small tornado thing infront of me, though all of the wind was focussed into a tiny little spot which destroyed everything. Somehow i telepathically told my friends dad what was happening and told him to help me. the wind thing was charging toward me and i didn't know where to go. i just held onto the wood pole that held up the top of the dock. the wind came toward me and broke the pole next to me so i quickly switched to another, and kept doing that as they all broke. the wind suddenly died and i ran back to the bay. there was this giant sceoll layed out in a circular pattern on the ground and these mermaid kids were doing some sort of dancing ritual over it. i asked some older mermaids what was going on and they told me that my friend's father just died. i realized then that he sacrificed himself to save me from the wind thingy. i started dancing like the kid mermaids and everyone stared as this glowy light appeared around me as a circle(not a sphere). that's it i woke up. i also had a few other dreams last night, one with me and my brother lost in some city at night and very hungry. we went to an outdoor party that was going on and in a sink there was a crab looking thing called a cleaner shrimp that cleans the mouths of fish. it was eating the stuff in the sink. somehow, he got into my mouth and started cleaning it. i showed it to my brother as it cleaned my mouth and then something creepy happened. for some reason i couldn't keep my mouth opened and had to bite down. i accidently bit the thing in half, but now there were two and they both went down the opening in my throat. i was bobbing my mouth to try to get them out and i woke up bobbing my jaw. i was freaked out. btw. your dreams are gross.
well that one dream was gross.
I have not laughed so hard in a long time.
I do wonder, what celebrities are you so scared of?
Also, the fact that you remember your dreams even though you wake up so often makes sense. I only remember the dreams I have when I wake up right after, because I have to be conscious enough to remember them.
I have nightmares that I'm not scared of too! Someones head could blow up and Id be like ' eh'
Springboard Level 5 Commenter 2 years ago
I usually have a difficult time remembering my dreams. I do know that I usually enjoy the dreams, though, even if I can't necessarily remember what I was doing. But there are dreams I've had that for whatever reason just stand out. Probably I have five or six dreams I've ever had in my life that I can actually remember—but then, it's just one scene. A still pic. Nothing of any particular detail.
But it was funny to me when you were talking about the wet dreams, because I seem to recall whenever I've ever had one the exact same thing happens to me. I never really get to finish. And in the only one that I actually remember, one girl actually suddenly turned into a giant Hershey bar. Ham sandwich, hershey bar, you decide which one might be better. Personally I'd rather have the girl. lol
In any event, thanks for sharing, and just keep in mind about those wet ones...one day you might be able to hit paydirt, (the gallons one notwithstanding) right? Pardon the pun, but, ummm...one can dream.