A dream I had while in China and have neglected to post in 2014

  • Aug. 4, 2014, 1:05 a.m.
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As a note, the ending of the dream is a comment I made at the time of writing it down. It no longer applies. I do not know the exact date of this, but I would assume late March or April last. I had a dream that, or whatever reason, Amber posted a naked picture on facebook. The comment was something along the lines of, “My professors never meet with me, I hope they like me,” or something. I knew, dream logic, that it was meant innocently enough, dream logic. Somehow, this image ended up in my room as a person. It was Amber, but it was a copy of her. It was a different girl, but it was still Amber. The picture became real. It was a different Amber. She looked the same as the first time I saw her naked. Breasts a bit smaller, still a touch of whispy hair. It was actually a tiny bit of a landing strip for whatever reason. Dreams are odd. Anyway, we started talking, and, suddenly, I cared for her so much. I wasn't sure when this Amber was from, and I was scared to ask. I didn't want her to know she was a copy. I just wanted to be with her. And we kissed, and a bit else happened. However, when I tried to put my hand down her recently manifested underwear, she told me to stop. But we kept cuddling and snuggling.
One thing that really moved me was that she said that everything felt so good. I asked her what she meant. She said she'd always imagined it'd feel like this. Again I asked her to clarify. She said that when she was doing this, she felt six feet tall. Didn't everybody feel that way? There was a knock at my door. Somehow I knew it was my mother. I wasn't in my room, I was in a hotel, for whatever reason. But it was my mother, and she was checking to see if I was getting up in the morning. I knew I had to leave. I was really sleepy. Even in the dream, I could tell that I was really sleepy. I also half knew that I was asleep. I left, and I started walking out on the street, and somehow became aware of a facebook post by Andie D., and it was of a big lego set and some comment that, for whatever reason, resonated with me. Shortly after that, I woke up.
I wish I hadn't.


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