Fun, Fun
I had tons of dreams tonight, or this morning, whatever you want to call it. They were all exceptionally weird and odd and strange, which is probably what your used to from my dreams by now (I would hope).
I had a dream Grandma and I were on a mission against this evil that came in the form of bats, airplanes and sometimes grouchy talking flowers. Buildings were orange trees with a big clear orange surrounding it. Inside of them it was like a cramped spooky haunted house.
I had to learn to fly so that I could eat the bats and smash the airplanes. Sometimes I had to kill innocent people inside of them (or dancing on them). It made me cry in the dream :C
I was way bigger then the airplanes and bats, I could hold them in my hand.
The grouchy flower was when the dream started. I walked into this badly lit shop, it had cookies and candies and I remember trying to find some cheap pecan cakes, but they were all kinda expensive. A couple of old ladies and this flower were talking, they were all kind of grouchy and annoying, but I ignored them until they started talking about Grandma.
They two older ladies started on me, and then the flower in the flowerpot started calling grandma a whore :0. Well, needless to say, I charged over there and told her (the flower) that if she didn't stop badmouthing my grandmother then I'd make her sorry. She continued, so I picked her up and smashed her pot on the floor.
Then I picked her up and ripped her to pieces and threw her pot around a few more times. Her pot was painted blue with little flowers around it. I think I made something like that in elementary school.
Anyway, I killed that flowery bitch (lol) and I stomped out of the store on the way back to grandma's thinking, "I shouldn't have done that. What's wrong with me? I wouldn't have done that usually..." but I didn't feel guilty about it. More like anger was still coursing through me, but I know myself and usually I can put a check on my anger (something I had to learn since I realized how easily pissed off I am).
Then, somehow, the dead flower and the pot came back together and made a regular flower. I gave that to grandma and told her what happened. She waved it off, it wasn't a big deal. She didn't care if people talked about her, but she did like the flower, lol. The pot was no longer painted. Grandma voiced how odd it was that the flower had grown in the way it had. It was more of a grass then a flower, actually. Just a plant. It was a purple orchid when it was the grouchy old lady, but now it was a long piece of grass with a fork in it.
That's probably not important though...
Back to the buildings/trees shaped like giant oranges. The one that was a government building had a little pyramid on top of it, where the stem of the orange should have been. It was made up of three different triangles, and each one was lit up, so that in the dark the whole orange lit up like...something you'd see in a book about fairy's.
I also dreamed I was Draco Malfoy (what?) but a girl (what?) and Mr. Malfoy was beating Mrs. Malfoy (that would never happen...) and I was yelling at him to stop, so he turned on me with (not a wand but) a miniature electric saw. It was like a dagger that when you pushed this button it revved up and the grooves started running up and down it waiting to be thrust deep into someones flesh. I was terrified, but I had my own miniature electric saw. His was black, mine was white.
He was drunk off his ass and seemed to enjoy seeing me scramble away from his weapon. I couldn't do anything but brandish mine, I knew I couldn't stab or maim him--the idea made me nauseous. After awhile of this I escaped before he could hurt me. I ran out of the house and the neighborhoods ended up being mine in real life. I tore across streets and yards terrified that my father was chasing me to kill me.
I found a group of bushes and crouched in them. They weren't very thick, but I didn't see my father anywhere. I was frightened out of my mind, I had to pee, and I realized I was only wearing panties, but it didn't bother me. I slipped them off and did my business. I noticed a big black woman looking at me. She and her daughter were walking right towards me, but didn't look very surprised to see me there. Maybe bored.
I was still peeing as she walked up to me and looked down at me.
"What are you doing?" She asked. I assumed this was her yard and she was angry for me urinating all over her bushes, but she didn't seem angry at all. Just huffy.
"My father...my father is...he was beating my mother. He was trying to kill me! You have to call the police!"
She just looked at me and I found myself sitting up fully clothed walking into her house (which was vary airy and clean). I realized with a start that I must have been having a dream and I felt embarrassed.
"But I guess it was a dream..."
"That's right." She nodded and smiled and didn't seem the least bit put off that I'd had such a scary dream that I had tore out of my house and pissed half naked in her bushes.
Then I was walking down the street back home when I saw a green and beat up van in my driveway. I knew instantly why it was there. I thought, 'This must be the day I go to homecoming with Chrispy!'
Chrispy is this kid who was in a ton of my classes in 11th grade. He was a senior then. Anyway, no idea why in my dream he's taking me to homecoming, but my dreams are strange, lets leave it at that. Oh, we call him Chrispy because his name is Chris P. Har har, we are clever.
He saw me and dove out of his car crushing me into a hug.
"Hi!" he said.
"Hi!" I said.
I went into my house and put on a dress. It was really pretty...kind of clingy in a classy way. It was dark green, possibly velvet, and was made up in a mermaid style. It had a stripe of...some color (it's hazy) that went down the dress and accentuated my curves, ending in a curly sweep at the bottom of the dress.
When I slipped on the shoes I was afraid they didn't fit anymore, but the more I wiggled my foot the more they fit. They were high heeled and a deep green that matched the dress. My toes (toenails painted sapphire) stuck out at the ends, and they tied around the ankle.
I walked out and we held hands and laughed uproariously (why?) as we ran down the street (which doesn't make any sense at all, he had a van).
Suddenly we're in this huge store/factory. They make shoes and Crispy is dead set on buying me another pair (for whatever reason).
Then I'm in the amazon. Yes. I'm suddenly in the amazon with Tommy and this talking toucan. In the dream Tommy has a younger brother (16 or 17), and the brother is all into me, I guess. His brother, Tommy, the toucan and I start salsa dancing in the amazon. When I salsa dance with his brother, it's ok, but when I salsa dance with Tommy I notice that I'm about 5 feet taller than him. I giggle about it and his brother says he had to shrink Tommy to dance with me (and I accepted this as logic because it was a dream).
Tommy doesn't look very happy about being shrunk, so his brother unshrinks him.
I wake up suddenly because it's 7 and dad is waking up Scott. I roll over and go back to sleep.
THIS IS EXPLICIT YA'LL. Stop when you can. :D
I'm at this dance club with Nichole and suddenly I'm making out furiously with this guy. He's pulling me towards the door, but I pull away and tell him I'm a virgin till marriage, and if he wants to fuck someone he might as well go find another girl. He looks confused for a moment and then he smiles.
"Can't you do other stuff?"
I moan (which sounds more like a low growl), grab the front of his shirt and smash him into a wall. I press my body into his. My arms snake around his neck and into his hair and we're kissing like crazy again. He's trying to roll us over, but I've trapped him to the wall. I come up from the kiss and graze my teeth along his jaw and kiss until my mouth is at his ear. I lick the side from the lobe to the tip top.
I feel him shudder violently, and he groans trying to press himself harder against me, but I'm not done. I whisper, "Ohhh yes. I can do other stuff."
He's kissing me again and pulling me toward the doorway. We're stumbling around in this smoke-heavy hallway with band flyer's all around. Pretty much a place you'd never see me in real life.
I slam him against another wall and breathe raggedly into his ear, kissing and nibbling his neck. You know, the usual crap. I whisper things between nibbles. Things that have to do with other stuff. ;D
Then I breathe, "Wait". He groans, but not with pleasure this time (haha, I suck). I go on to explain that I can't leave Nichole alone, and that I don't do one night stands anyway. I tell him that if he really wants me, he'll have to wait until Nichole is done having fun. I tell him we can still dance and party and have fun, but if I go home with him I expect a phone call or a proper date invitation soon after.
He looks at me like I've grown another head.
I wake up from this dream slowly, I don't know if he chooses to stay or go, but he seems to be leaning on waiting. Then I wake up. It's 9:30. No more dreams. :D
I had a dream Grandma and I were on a mission against this evil that came in the form of bats, airplanes and sometimes grouchy talking flowers. Buildings were orange trees with a big clear orange surrounding it. Inside of them it was like a cramped spooky haunted house.
I had to learn to fly so that I could eat the bats and smash the airplanes. Sometimes I had to kill innocent people inside of them (or dancing on them). It made me cry in the dream :C
I was way bigger then the airplanes and bats, I could hold them in my hand.
The grouchy flower was when the dream started. I walked into this badly lit shop, it had cookies and candies and I remember trying to find some cheap pecan cakes, but they were all kinda expensive. A couple of old ladies and this flower were talking, they were all kind of grouchy and annoying, but I ignored them until they started talking about Grandma.
They two older ladies started on me, and then the flower in the flowerpot started calling grandma a whore :0. Well, needless to say, I charged over there and told her (the flower) that if she didn't stop badmouthing my grandmother then I'd make her sorry. She continued, so I picked her up and smashed her pot on the floor.
Then I picked her up and ripped her to pieces and threw her pot around a few more times. Her pot was painted blue with little flowers around it. I think I made something like that in elementary school.
Anyway, I killed that flowery bitch (lol) and I stomped out of the store on the way back to grandma's thinking, "I shouldn't have done that. What's wrong with me? I wouldn't have done that usually..." but I didn't feel guilty about it. More like anger was still coursing through me, but I know myself and usually I can put a check on my anger (something I had to learn since I realized how easily pissed off I am).
Then, somehow, the dead flower and the pot came back together and made a regular flower. I gave that to grandma and told her what happened. She waved it off, it wasn't a big deal. She didn't care if people talked about her, but she did like the flower, lol. The pot was no longer painted. Grandma voiced how odd it was that the flower had grown in the way it had. It was more of a grass then a flower, actually. Just a plant. It was a purple orchid when it was the grouchy old lady, but now it was a long piece of grass with a fork in it.
That's probably not important though...
Back to the buildings/trees shaped like giant oranges. The one that was a government building had a little pyramid on top of it, where the stem of the orange should have been. It was made up of three different triangles, and each one was lit up, so that in the dark the whole orange lit up like...something you'd see in a book about fairy's.
I also dreamed I was Draco Malfoy (what?) but a girl (what?) and Mr. Malfoy was beating Mrs. Malfoy (that would never happen...) and I was yelling at him to stop, so he turned on me with (not a wand but) a miniature electric saw. It was like a dagger that when you pushed this button it revved up and the grooves started running up and down it waiting to be thrust deep into someones flesh. I was terrified, but I had my own miniature electric saw. His was black, mine was white.
He was drunk off his ass and seemed to enjoy seeing me scramble away from his weapon. I couldn't do anything but brandish mine, I knew I couldn't stab or maim him--the idea made me nauseous. After awhile of this I escaped before he could hurt me. I ran out of the house and the neighborhoods ended up being mine in real life. I tore across streets and yards terrified that my father was chasing me to kill me.
I found a group of bushes and crouched in them. They weren't very thick, but I didn't see my father anywhere. I was frightened out of my mind, I had to pee, and I realized I was only wearing panties, but it didn't bother me. I slipped them off and did my business. I noticed a big black woman looking at me. She and her daughter were walking right towards me, but didn't look very surprised to see me there. Maybe bored.
I was still peeing as she walked up to me and looked down at me.
"What are you doing?" She asked. I assumed this was her yard and she was angry for me urinating all over her bushes, but she didn't seem angry at all. Just huffy.
"My father...my father is...he was beating my mother. He was trying to kill me! You have to call the police!"
She just looked at me and I found myself sitting up fully clothed walking into her house (which was vary airy and clean). I realized with a start that I must have been having a dream and I felt embarrassed.
"But I guess it was a dream..."
"That's right." She nodded and smiled and didn't seem the least bit put off that I'd had such a scary dream that I had tore out of my house and pissed half naked in her bushes.
Then I was walking down the street back home when I saw a green and beat up van in my driveway. I knew instantly why it was there. I thought, 'This must be the day I go to homecoming with Chrispy!'
Chrispy is this kid who was in a ton of my classes in 11th grade. He was a senior then. Anyway, no idea why in my dream he's taking me to homecoming, but my dreams are strange, lets leave it at that. Oh, we call him Chrispy because his name is Chris P. Har har, we are clever.
He saw me and dove out of his car crushing me into a hug.
"Hi!" he said.
"Hi!" I said.
I went into my house and put on a dress. It was really pretty...kind of clingy in a classy way. It was dark green, possibly velvet, and was made up in a mermaid style. It had a stripe of...some color (it's hazy) that went down the dress and accentuated my curves, ending in a curly sweep at the bottom of the dress.
When I slipped on the shoes I was afraid they didn't fit anymore, but the more I wiggled my foot the more they fit. They were high heeled and a deep green that matched the dress. My toes (toenails painted sapphire) stuck out at the ends, and they tied around the ankle.
I walked out and we held hands and laughed uproariously (why?) as we ran down the street (which doesn't make any sense at all, he had a van).
Suddenly we're in this huge store/factory. They make shoes and Crispy is dead set on buying me another pair (for whatever reason).
Then I'm in the amazon. Yes. I'm suddenly in the amazon with Tommy and this talking toucan. In the dream Tommy has a younger brother (16 or 17), and the brother is all into me, I guess. His brother, Tommy, the toucan and I start salsa dancing in the amazon. When I salsa dance with his brother, it's ok, but when I salsa dance with Tommy I notice that I'm about 5 feet taller than him. I giggle about it and his brother says he had to shrink Tommy to dance with me (and I accepted this as logic because it was a dream).
Tommy doesn't look very happy about being shrunk, so his brother unshrinks him.
I wake up suddenly because it's 7 and dad is waking up Scott. I roll over and go back to sleep.
THIS IS EXPLICIT YA'LL. Stop when you can. :D
I'm at this dance club with Nichole and suddenly I'm making out furiously with this guy. He's pulling me towards the door, but I pull away and tell him I'm a virgin till marriage, and if he wants to fuck someone he might as well go find another girl. He looks confused for a moment and then he smiles.
"Can't you do other stuff?"
I moan (which sounds more like a low growl), grab the front of his shirt and smash him into a wall. I press my body into his. My arms snake around his neck and into his hair and we're kissing like crazy again. He's trying to roll us over, but I've trapped him to the wall. I come up from the kiss and graze my teeth along his jaw and kiss until my mouth is at his ear. I lick the side from the lobe to the tip top.
I feel him shudder violently, and he groans trying to press himself harder against me, but I'm not done. I whisper, "Ohhh yes. I can do other stuff."
He's kissing me again and pulling me toward the doorway. We're stumbling around in this smoke-heavy hallway with band flyer's all around. Pretty much a place you'd never see me in real life.
I slam him against another wall and breathe raggedly into his ear, kissing and nibbling his neck. You know, the usual crap. I whisper things between nibbles. Things that have to do with other stuff. ;D
Then I breathe, "Wait". He groans, but not with pleasure this time (haha, I suck). I go on to explain that I can't leave Nichole alone, and that I don't do one night stands anyway. I tell him that if he really wants me, he'll have to wait until Nichole is done having fun. I tell him we can still dance and party and have fun, but if I go home with him I expect a phone call or a proper date invitation soon after.
He looks at me like I've grown another head.
I wake up from this dream slowly, I don't know if he chooses to stay or go, but he seems to be leaning on waiting. Then I wake up. It's 9:30. No more dreams. :D