Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 12/10/2016
By Milk
I was looking for a broken window. I was in a realm. No one there knew me except clair. Clair didnt want me there. She had asked me if she should bang this guy, and I said she probably should wait to see if she really has affection for him. That too much sex with people you dont care about makes you bored with the whole action. She thought I didnt know what I was talking about. She tried to make me hurt a meanacing water spirit, so it would attack me and push me out of the realm. But I wouldnt do it bc the spirit wasnt hurting me. The whole time she had a group of close friends with her. I found a dorm room I thought was mine. It turned out to be a boy I knew from high school who was mentally ill. But we had the same bedsheets. In the room I found the window that had broken and killed me in the dream before. He told me something meaningful, I felt touched and inspired and I hugged him. I told him he was an angel. Out the window was the fire escape I used to smoke on at collage. I saw in one room the soul of celebrity, a weak emaciated person on a bed and he talked and talked and two others agreed with everying he said. And then he gave them his old soiled rags that they rubbed all over themselves and then sucked on. These women were trying to prove to me that sexual health is a good thing. But accidentally let me into a secret place where boys go when they have their first sexual awakening in their sleep. It was an asian style festival on the beach. A man was selling glass goods and I complimented his work. He told me that this was a big celebration festival for boys when they have their first wet dream. He seemed to imply that she and her group was taking advantage and werent supposed to be here. I asked her if she liked to fuck little boys. She said is wasnt like that. I told her I would not take part in this but she said I wouldnt have a choice. In the ocean I saw there were men running toward the beach. Clair and the others dove into the waves, but I got trampled and pulled in. I was in a dark room with a couch and a tv. One guy came in from africa all covered in jewelry. I told him i wouldnt have sex but we can cuddle if you want. He told me No, and we had a moment where we were both confused. I asked no to what, and he said no I wont cuddle with you if you wont have sex with me. I said that was okay and to have a happy adulthood. He smiled big and danced out. A different boy came in but when I said no he got really angry. He started yelling and trying to make me. I tried to fight back but I was weak and he was so strong. I realized there was a chain on my leg and I was trapped. He told me 'you dont want to fuck me? You think your special? You scaley - ill show you a real man!" He was dressed in clothes for a young boy that were sweet looking and childish. But he was big and red faced and the contrast was strange to me. I dont remember how I got out. But as I ran I saw cages full of hideious hungry monsters.