Another dream

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It started out at a river side. We were with a group of people and watched the enemy sail by downstream, knowing we'd have to follow them to get home. After them a few empty rafts passed and we moved into the water to claim them. Only when we got close, we noticed that there were children on it who had somehow turned themselves really small. We got talking and they thaught us how to shrink ourselves and make ourselves almost invisible.

Once we knew how to do that, we made ourselves smaller and jumped on the rafts. There were guards along the riverside but they didn't see us on the rafts. I with a bunch of others were on the first raft. We arrived at our destination, a sort of café that really was a maze. Somewhere inside it there would be a huge statue in the shape of a giant head. The mouth formed a portal that would lead us home. One of the guys and I made a run for the head. It took a while and we even had to make ourselves larger and blend into the crowd a few times, but we found the statue. Sadly enough, we were the only two who made it. So we turned back to find our friends. by the time we did, though, the restaurant was on high alert and the statue was completely unreachable. We were forced to go unto the streets and find a different portal.

We split up, the guy and I stayed together. We started to look for shelter as it was growing dark soon and stumbled upon a blind beggar. All the hotels were full but the beggar said he knew a spot but he'd only take us there if the guy either kissed the girl standing a bit further off or me. The guy went over and kissed the girl which pissed me off. I was sulking as the blind man lead us to his house. I doubt he was really poor but the rooms were cramped. We could sleep on a bench for the night.

Then all of a sudden I'm not longer myself but I'm the guy. I start arguing with the girl and she explains that she's upset that I prefered to kiss that other girl over her. So I smirk and move towards her and start kissing her gently. Yeah well, that escalated and some groping takes place (but not too much and she doesn't protest either).

Wonder why I'm always the guy in my making out sessions.

Comments

[suzvoy.livejournal.com]

Wonder why I'm always the guy in my making out sessions.

I had a dream a few years ago where I was having sex on top of one of my old school art tables. I was the guy too.

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Hee! It's odd but interesting =o)

[audrich.livejournal.com]

It didn't work, I read it and worried anyway :)

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*laughs* *knuffels*