For those of you who have taken time out to read up on my ever so exciting life will know that my dreams are very much a part of what i usually ramble on about. They might not make sense and more than often they are rated 18 and above. I blame my overactive imagination and its ability to transform practically anything innocent into something sexual. There is no wonder my mind is forever swimming in the gutter.
So much so that if my dreams were produced for public viewing, it would require not only censorship but be noted as either the product of a severely deprived individual or one that is filled with perverse thoughts. In which case i would go with both.
I have admitted that i will be the last to flounce around freely outside the pool in a bikini unless i am partially covered by a towel. Although i am more than happy to be in the water till my fingers resemble prunes. And unless i am drunk or with a partner that i know quite well, i will usually not fully undress in front of them. The same goes for me not ever wanting to wear a boob tube out in public. Call me paranoid or even self conscious.
Which probably explains why my dreams are often my alter ego lashing out and tasting a freedom that i choose to supress.
But last night, although i can't remember the full dream, i know the common theme was Water.
Clearly the shower scene was fit for a B grade porn flick. However, should you view your sexuality as something sacred and see any form of canoodling as filth, i suggest you not read on. In fact, i don't recommend that you continue procrastinating at I SWEAR...
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So there i was making an entrance into a steamed filled shower with dark square tiles. And of course i was blessed with a body that any plastic surgeon wished they created. And i see nothing wrong with the fact that one side of the shower wall is glass and is the only thing separating myself from the main corridor.
Much like a pay-per-view erotic session, i know in the corner of my eye that SOMEONE is watching me. I'm not sure if it's a stalker or i am in fact enjoying the attention. One can only imagine cheesy music playing on the loud speaker and soapy suds filling the drain.
And as if my alter ego hadn't washed herself enough, the next scene involves immersing myself in a half filled bathtub. Except this time, i'm entering the tub with another person already seated. I am MORE than certain this was not an act to save water.
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And although both times i don't see the other figure, it is clear that i have no reservations of exposing myself. Perhaps my thoughts have been stained by Suicide Girls.
So when i did a google search on what "water" meant in dreams, "...it symbolised a fresh start and renewal... when they fall prey to multiple pressures and postpone their own wishes for too long..." [here]
The past few week has brought on a heavy load of work that not only has questioned my creative ability but being forced to look at my current emotional status. How it all makes sense i'm not sure but as long as my alter ego has her share of play time and hasn't transformed into some psychotic serial killer, i know my day will be somewhat easier to digest.
So much so that if my dreams were produced for public viewing, it would require not only censorship but be noted as either the product of a severely deprived individual or one that is filled with perverse thoughts. In which case i would go with both.
I have admitted that i will be the last to flounce around freely outside the pool in a bikini unless i am partially covered by a towel. Although i am more than happy to be in the water till my fingers resemble prunes. And unless i am drunk or with a partner that i know quite well, i will usually not fully undress in front of them. The same goes for me not ever wanting to wear a boob tube out in public. Call me paranoid or even self conscious.
Which probably explains why my dreams are often my alter ego lashing out and tasting a freedom that i choose to supress.
But last night, although i can't remember the full dream, i know the common theme was Water.
Clearly the shower scene was fit for a B grade porn flick. However, should you view your sexuality as something sacred and see any form of canoodling as filth, i suggest you not read on. In fact, i don't recommend that you continue procrastinating at I SWEAR...
.
.
.
So there i was making an entrance into a steamed filled shower with dark square tiles. And of course i was blessed with a body that any plastic surgeon wished they created. And i see nothing wrong with the fact that one side of the shower wall is glass and is the only thing separating myself from the main corridor.
Much like a pay-per-view erotic session, i know in the corner of my eye that SOMEONE is watching me. I'm not sure if it's a stalker or i am in fact enjoying the attention. One can only imagine cheesy music playing on the loud speaker and soapy suds filling the drain.
And as if my alter ego hadn't washed herself enough, the next scene involves immersing myself in a half filled bathtub. Except this time, i'm entering the tub with another person already seated. I am MORE than certain this was not an act to save water.
...
And although both times i don't see the other figure, it is clear that i have no reservations of exposing myself. Perhaps my thoughts have been stained by Suicide Girls.
So when i did a google search on what "water" meant in dreams, "...it symbolised a fresh start and renewal... when they fall prey to multiple pressures and postpone their own wishes for too long..." [here]
The past few week has brought on a heavy load of work that not only has questioned my creative ability but being forced to look at my current emotional status. How it all makes sense i'm not sure but as long as my alter ego has her share of play time and hasn't transformed into some psychotic serial killer, i know my day will be somewhat easier to digest.
2 comments:
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