Sugar Daddy

Date: 5/2/2019

The night I spend in Budapest, I dreamt of my sugar daddy. He is distinct from all the other men, be them in my dream or not. I remember him. I always know him in my dreams. He is tall, with a small goatee on his chin. He has a very strong jawline, and he gave off this strong vibe that he was a man of Japanese heritage, a samurai. He was at least fifteen years older than me, but good looking. We always communicate using English, not in my native language. He was fluent and he has a very strong British accent. I don't know why. My dream started when he came to pick me up at where I was staying, a lovely apartment I found on airbnb. He complimented the place, I remembered him saying he was glad I found a decent place. I was supposed to be with the friends I was travelling with, but they were nowhere to be seen as I headed out with him. We walked down the street, everything was quite blurred, and he asked me if there is anywhere I would like to go. I told him I wanted to go to Heroes' Square, which I found quite strange, because I already visited it before. I instructed us to get on the wrong bus, and got us fined for not valid our train ticket. He was not mad at all. He quoted a commercial song, something about mistakes are part of being young. We ended up walking while holding hand and reached the destination. We met a falconer at the square, and we touched his falcon. He walked me back, and we have milk tea on the way home. He complain about how sweet it was, too sweet for his age he said, and said that we should have just tea next time. He took me to where I stayed. I remembered asking him how will he return, where I did not know. I booked an Uber for him and waited until it picked him up. The dream ended when he kissed me on my forehead and said goodnight. Funny thing thought, since he left when the sky is still bright.