Vague dreams of sexual contact with a person whose face I cannot see clearly, though I can feel facial hair of some sort, and strong strong hands. Big storm outside, thunder crashing and shaking the cabin. Lightning flashes briefly (and barely) lighting up the room.
Was an interesting way to be gently woken.
I haven't had a dream like this in a long time.
I dreamed that Cancer had me sharpening shuriken and a sword, and he was wearing a gold lame shirt for some "formal" function or another. Where he had me doing this was in a shopping mall of sorts, and his "shop" was just ... a place inside. No one ever came in, but there were little scooting robots whirring around on the floor. (Remember the little square thing CHewbacca scared the fuck out of in the Death Star? Yeah, those)
I had gone to find Cancer to take him the sword and a katana (that somehow also ended in my charge) and I found a toy shop where an old co-worker of mine from about 20 years ago, Damien, was glazedly sitting there, told me I looked great and did I want to get high.
I woke up confused, with a lingering unreasonable dream-irritation at Cancer for giving me sharp pointy things to play with. I'm freaking clumsy, so, if it were real life, I'd probably be missing fingers.
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Bastard! How dare he do that.
lol I am so going to keep my mouth shut on this one. ;)
Freud would have a hayday with the fact you're dreaming about playing with cancers sword. Just sayin'.
Wow...and I thought *my* dreams were weird lol. Yours definitely take the cake!
Sounds kinda fun actually, entertainment in your sleep.
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