Many dreams. The only one I can remember seem to take place at Fisher Street and I was watching movies on a modern system (Plex).
I played in audiocassette and a girls voice said I’d had the opportunity for the last year to hook up with her but had been blinded and was operating under a false sense of security. I window had closed.
I spoke aloud to myself “yes I know. I was an idiot”. I accidentally pressed the on button for a DVD player and it was very noisy.
I just remembered another. I was asked if I was racing this weekend I replied “yes” without thinking.
It was an 80 km handicap. Racing would be a tad tricky as I was overseas at the time.
Something about a MTB race.
Seems a popular dream theme this week.
Something about a short Giger type alien scratching my face.
Something about either MTB bike race or a rally where those in front got a 0:01:50 gap on us and after some hard chasing/climbing the gap was un changed.
My driver also seemed be taking things pretty easy.
I went for a massage while on holidays. The Asian lady who was massaging me wound up getting a happy ending as somehow I ended up massaging her.
She had her smooth medium sized dark purple labia (ref Sandra) and it the clit protruded quite a bit when she got aroused.
We made plans to meet up for dinner or something after she got off work.
I had teed up a Skype interview and when I logged onto it, a whole bunch of other programs were installed, like an office suite. I remember some sort of Excel type program and a photo manipulation program.
The interview required me to create some graphic designs and typography using fonts I did not have. There was no instruction as to if I needed to do this now or later. The requirements seemed do you be out of a quiz book with cheap greyish pages.
Something about me with an undersized orange and blue BMX and not sure if part of the interview dream. First chapter was longer and will detailed in my recollection.
Song on radio with the lyrics “I would walk a mile just to find you in Bloomdales”.
The album was something like Demons and Deviates.
Pretty sure I made up the lyrics Weird Al style and then I heard the song on the radio.
Council of Witches is approving an attack on something I ran.. Discussion on how that have never been allowed. Consent given in the end. 3rd party view.
Necked seen. My Nannas old house (on the outside) they were little different. Modern on the inside. The attackers announce themselves. Someone commented that he must be working alone as the Counsil of Witches would never approve an attack.
Something about living surveillance things leaving red smudges on the walls when we deployed them.
We switch to mics on the fibreglass poles which were flung into the gutter.
Something about deoying someone who would listen in on the attackers and whatever was heard would be sent directly to a screen and converted to text.
Me outside crawling. Throw one of the listening device is around the corner at the back of the house.
I hear “amateurish” and a big burly guy comes around the corner holding the listing device (we called them dogs by the way).
I grabbed him by the neck from the back. He pulled out a box cutter blade and demonstrates how (in various ways) he could cut me. I squeeze harder.
I wind up with his gun in my left hand and holding the blade between my thumb and index finger in my right.
He retreats along with the rest.
I go inside. Modern kitchen. Resembling the inside of an ex girlfriends family friends place in Perth (but not really). Something something. I say “at least we scored another gun”.
Talking to someone about how I never buy anything for price from Kathmandu.
See this jacket? $400 for the plebs. $139 for me as girlfriends friends daughter works there.
Also bought my tent at half price for $400.
Thought about my travel toiletry bag which I think I pay full price for.
In the real world I’ve recently looked at a Kathmandu catalogue.
I was seated on the other side of the coffee table and naked person was playing with their tits across from me. Apparently I need this to turn into a werewolf. It turns out I needed to watch a shemale get off to transform. The werewolf was pretty bad. Looked like a bad attempt at trying to dress up like the devil. Pitiful little horns, some bad skin and red/brown skin colour.
Next the TS was to my left and they had a huge cock. I grabbed it. Despite being hard, it was warm and soft. I wanted it in me.
It was instantly on its back on the floor pulling my cock and begging me to come all over her/it/him. Something something?
Third person view. Hair salon? Office? The TS is looking in the mirror. Makes a comment about two weeks off and surgery. Collegue gives them a closer look. Adam Apple scar? Not sure. They definitely did not know about the TS’s Tsedness.
I walk into whatever workplace it is and start snogging the TS. I think she had her cock out of and was tugging it. Not sure. I do know I did not care what anyone thought.
This one seem to start halfway through. A bunch of men were trying to overthow the planet. Something something.
In a cave. All the men look similar. One says to the other something like “I have to see your ugly face again”. It is an in joke. They are all wearing masks. They are apparently aliens with purply red skin and if you took off the human mask.
They all start celebrating. A grey-haired observer, obviously out of place, but on noticed (me? Someone else? David Attenborough? Phil Liggett?) Is in the centre of the crowd. Aparrently me (or them) has been investigating this collection of people. At this point wondering what had gotten themselves/myself into and why nobody was worried in the slightest about my presence.