I have little recollection of the dreams from earlier this morning. However, a hazy shadow of the dream lingers on in the form of an impression of immeasurable happiness.
I was at a summer festival. Many friends were there, including some of my compatriots from high school. Andrew was there… I don't know why his is the only face I can conjure with certainty.
We were in a woods/meadow setting, with the backdrop of the setting sun. There was music and lots of color and beauty. People were set up in several large tents throughout the acreage and we were having fun running between the tents, flitting around like little acid fairies. Each tent had a sweet, mellow vibe, but everyone was in the spirit of having fun. I'm pretty sure we were taking lots of different drugs. Though I don't remember taking any myself, I felt the effects of playfulness, lots of energy, and a monumental sex-drive. It wasn't that I wanted to have sex, but I really wanted to feel sexually attractive. As we scampered amongst the tents, I changed my clothes repeatedly, trying to find the perfect outfit to fit my mood. I wanted something sexy and revealing. Sometimes I just wanted to be naked and would take everything off. The dream seemed to last in this state of just running around for quite a while.
I was interrupted at one point to go feed the cats, but then came back and fell asleep into a new but very similar dream.
Instead of being at a festival, I was a worker in a factory/warehouse. It was a massive, labyrinthian structure that had no rhyme or reason. There were hallways off of hallways that were dark and filled with forgotten objects. Though I was employed here, I was on break because there was a festival going on at the factory and I chose to attend. It was the end of the festival. Many people had packed and left. I was standing in a grove of trees with the setting sun (just like from the former dream), with a group of great people. We were both rehashing our experience and trying to decide what to do next. I could feel the tiredness in my body and also sort of feel myself getting sick. My voice was dry and raspy from smoking cigarettes. (Outside of the dream I was sleeping in from exhaustion and had a really dry throat. - Funny how these things express themselves in our subconscious.) I remember saying, "I guess I could take some acid. Or maybe some ecstasy." I doubted myself for a moment, after taking note of the condition of my health, and then I remember saying, "Fuck it, it's the last day, I want to do as many drugs as possible." Then I think I woke up for a moment. Because the dream changed quite suddenly. I hadn't taken any drugs. The people were still there and we were still at a festival in the factory/warehouse. But it was sort of a water park. There were pools and tubs and slides and everyone was splashing around in these. I wanted to join them, but I wanted to find an appropriate outfit. I wanted to wear something that was sexy and revealing and made me feel sexy.
Then I was running around the warehouse. I was wearing a pair of cover-alls but they were modified somehow so that every now and again, my breasts would show like peek-a-boo. It made me feel really dirty and sexy and I loved the feeling. I would run down dark corridors, trying to find the most remote and hidden place possible. Then I would wait until someone came by and I would tease them with sexy and titillating words. I really wanted to get some action so I was also advancing on other people who I randomly crossed, as I was running haphazardly through the huge place. I almost went lucid because I remember thinking to myself, this could become a lucid dream and you could do whatever you want. But instead, I chose to see what happened, instead of controlling it.
At one point, I was in a dark hallway and had been seen running topless. There was a man on the other side of the wall, talking to me in a deep sexy voice. He wanted to seduce me but I liked playing hard to get so I kept running. He followed and was able to somehow find me even though I was faster and also getting myself really deeply lost in this crazy maze of a building. On the way, there were incidents where I would be running and someone would grab me and shove me into a dark corner and try to take advantage of me. I liked the rush and excitement, but I would manage to get out of it and keep running. There was also a moment where I was running down some stairs and there were all these sexless people sitting down with their mouths turned to the sky. I ran right over the top of them and let my genitals slide over their hungry mouths. It felt super sexy good.
But the man was catching up with me. At one point, he was stuck on the other side of the wall so I stole a peek of him through a dusty window. He was tall and black and had short cornrow dreads. Seeing him without being seen was a thrill, but very shortly after that he caught up to me and grabbed me. He was a big man and it was fun to be able to be picked up and swung around and handled like a doll. My clothes were almost falling off and he was seeing my body and getting really excited. I felt kind of dirty, but that was even sexier. I started getting into all sorts of positions, hoping to inspire him.
But then the dream just flew away like a roost of startled birds.
On a Search for Sexy-fun-times...
