You found me around 9pm passing near your log cabin.
I was wandering round, trying to find my way out of the woods.

Blackout.

You didn't recognize me at first, but after a short and rather insignificant conversation about Imago's something, you decided to invite me over for the night. Thanks for that, Erin. It was cold outside and I was not wearing any jacket.

Blackout.

You took me to a room where there was your son - the cutest kid on planet, BTW.
He was playing with some wooden toys on the floor next to a huge fireplace. The shadows of fire were dancing on the walls. You made me some tea, even though I asked for a cup of pepper mint. It didn't matter. I desperately needed something to warm me up. As clumsy as I am, while taking the first sip, I burned my upper lip, at which your son laughed in his uninhibited, childish way. Then looking straight into my eyes, he asked me if I have ever been to Dublin. 'Not yet, but I'm planning to. I'll send you a post card,' I said.

Blackout.

As we were moving down a bright, yellow corridor, you said there was just one bed in your house located in the room at the end of the corridor. Then you said something about smoking restrictions, but I wasn't listening to you very carefully - I was dead tired at that point. And the bright light irritated the hell out of me.

Blackout.

You were right. The bed was located in a large wooden room at the end of the corridor. With a quick move of you hand you took the first layer of sheets off the bed, revealing a set of cushions and, three more silk sheets underneath the blanket. You sat on the side of the bed and started changing into an evening gown. You looked at me, staring at you, and asked me to undress. Giggling at the sheer idea of what you might be up to, I started taking off my pants, jumper, and socks, leaving only my white boxer briefs and a worn out t-shirt on.

Suddenly you asked if I didn't mind your husband sleeping with us.
I was a bit confused but, as a guest, I simply couldn't say that I did actually mind it a bit. The bed wasn't that big and I needed a good night of sleep. But then...he appeared: a tall, mulatto hunk with a well defined muscle structure, a killer smile and well filled white boxers. You introduced us to each other and all three of us joked a bit about how this whole sleeping situation is a bit weird.

Jokingly, he pointed out he didn't quite fancy having another guy near his wife in bed, and as you usually sleep to his left, he would like to ask me to me lay down to his right. I said I was gay, so he had nothing to worry about, but he insisted. I didn't mind sleeping next to him at all, so I agreed. He slipped into the bed first. We both stared at his large back, as he moved about the bed to position himself in the center.You entered the bed next, then me. Just before you turned off the light, we talked about Imago's something for a minute or two. After that we all went to sleep.

Blackout.

I woke up in the middle of the night and felt your husband moving about the bed uneasily. On my left arm I could feel the warmth radiating from his body. I thought to myself, 'Oh, God.' Suddenly his hand reached for my leg, which scared me shitless – I could hear you sleeping on the other side of the bed! Before I had the time to sigh or move away, his hand was already grabbing my dick. Suddenly he moved his face close to mine and whispered something very dirty in Latin. His breath was warm and smelled of lavender flower. He rolled his leg around my waist and pressed his dry lips to my burnt upper lip. I wanted him so bad, Erin, sooo bad -- but I couldn't just do it. You did so much to me, I thought, I couldn't do it to you and your boy. Fully erect I jumped out of bed and in an extremely apologetic manner I whispered, 'I'm sorry, I have to go now. Thanks for the tea.'

Blackout.

I ran though the forest, wearing only briefs and t-shirt. My feet hurt. It was so dark, I could barely see where I was going. In my head I saw a field of lavender flowers and heard the overture from Phantom from Opera.

Blackout.

Darkness. A cold, wet stuff on my face. I opened my eyes and it discovered, I'd felt into a ditch full of mud. I could feel the ground sucking me down but I didn't even try to escape. All I could think of was that I've never been to Dublin. And that Imago's something is really, really cool.




Thanks Erin for being the inspiration of my first ever org dream.
Damn, for all I can tell, that was my first dream in two years,
Pretty intense. Can't wait for more.
[Edited 11/22/07 19:04pm]

OK first off what were u doing in the woods?

Second, Did I come and find u in the ditch fully erect and sex u up?







anyway,


funny. ass. dream

DanceWme said:

1) The woods was probably a symbolic foreshadowing of the woodwork that was about to happen later on in my dream.

2) At that point the erection was already gone.

3) I didn't find it funny at all. I woke up drenched in sweat. Damn....

rushing07 said:

Erin snores!

ArielB said:

And drools.

rushing07 said:

Oh my.

















I like how this thread is being ignored by just about everyone.

JustErin said:

Next time I'm just gonna go for it.
[Edited 11/22/07 18:21pm]

JustErin said:

I'd say it's fairly impossible to ignore this thread.

rushing07 said:

You had me MARRIED in this dream?????

violator said:

The details are rather overwhelming, aren't they?

I was slightly turned on reading it.

Yay first org dream!




I had a dream recently that my mother was sending me and Anxiety away to Florida. She was sending everyone in the family on some sort of mission and everyone else got to go somewhere really cool and I was SO disappointed when she handed me and Anx our plane tickets and they said Tampa on them.

We met Imago when we got there and he was incredibly indifferent to our arrival. That's all I remember.

JustErin said:

To the hottest guy on planet!

JustErin said:

He who is without sin among you, let him be the first to throw a stone...

CarrieMpls said:

SO disappointed...

JustErins's husband sounded hot as hell!!!



And he was a freak!!!

rushing07 said:

KidaDynamite said:

rushing07 seems to know my type.

Then he had to ruin it by having the dude want him, not me.
[Edited 11/22/07 19:09pm]

violator said:

Lie Pinocchio. Lie!!!!
[Edited 11/22/07 19:12pm]

rushing07 said:

Awwww...you fixed it before I had the chance to make fun!
[Edited 11/22/07 19:12pm]

JustErin said:

It's blame the hot french hunk I chatted yeterday at the gym with.

JustErin said:

I always get that fucking name wrong.
In Polish it's "Pinokio"

rushing07 said:

Even in people's dreams I am being rejected.

But I guess I do feel honoured that I was even in your dream, your first org dream at that.

ok,wait. so nobody had sex with JustErin?
downer.

JustErin said:

You were not rejected.
You were asleep.

alwayslate said:

Nobody has sex for that matter.

rushing07 said:

True, but you turned down the sex that Erin should have been getting. I guess it still just feels like rejection...

violator said:

But then again - who knows what happened in that bedroom after I've left.
[Edited 11/22/07 19:24pm]