spillontopage13

These are dreams that I either had while I was at camp or that I just forgot to post on here.

I was involved in the sex industry as a model. I stayed in an apartment-like complex with several other men and women. My boss was a skeevy man, maybe in his 40's. I wore tight/short clothing and heels most of the time. I was on a couch with an older man, maybe in his 50's or 60's. I was drunk so we started making out. I woke up the next morning and talked to another girl about the night before. She said that I was wasted the night before (on drugs, not just alcohol) and had gone farther with the guy than expected. I knew I had to get out of the place. My first escape attempt failed; the boss said I couldn't break contract. The second attempt, I ran straight out of the building. It turned out that I was telling this story to a friend. "They kept me clothed and fed," I had told her, "but I knew I couldn't be in a place like that."

I was given a vibrator (I think) by my mother. It was small and the rubber part shaped like a cone. It was obviously for the clit and not for insertion.

My boyfriend and I were getting married. It was impromptu. Both of our parents agreed although we are too young to get married. I found a white dress quickly. The colors of the wedding involved blue so my mom bought me blue flowers to put in my hair. She also bought me a bouquet of red flowers. I put on a pair of gold earrings and a veil.

I was getting married. I believe it was an arranged marriage. The man to whom I was marrying was tall and and had short strawberry blonde hair. The entire time he was wearing a black tuxedo. I was wearing a white wedding gown. I can't quite remember the style, but it might've been a thick-strapped dress with see-through sleeves. We were going to be married in a huge, fancy mansion. Many people were there with us, including my mother, his mother, and another woman from his side of the family (maybe his aunt or grandmother?). The women were trying to find out how to style my hair. They tried pulling it into an updo, but finally decided to pin back the sides. Something then occured (can't quite remember what). His family said the wedding was off. My fiance and I refused, saying we had grown to fall in love with each other. His mother and the other relative went to their room. The other relative grabbed a gun from her suitcase. The mother said to her, "Please don't do this again."

I was in someone's house. I was in the kitchen with a heavy blonde haired lady. The kitchen was white, very clean, very cookie-cutter. For some reason I knew her as one of my exes mothers. I was asking her something, but accidently called her Mrs. Coburn (name of my old gym teacher). I apologized and addressed her as Mrs. Ridge. She asked me if I wanted a ride to my mother's wedding. Suddenly her hair turned black and she looked like my old english teacher. I declined, but thanked her anyways.

I was at my house with my grandparents. I was packing for summer camp, which I had the next day. I asked my grandmother if I could bring one of her blankets. The one she was folding had some sort of superhero on it. She hesitated and said I had to be careful. I said that I could just get one on the way to my mother's wedding.