I looked at various sites on the internet for plane tickets to South America while lying on a double bed. Next to me a loud, plump quintessential Spanish woman with black hair,a corset top and black knickers on knelt beside me. I could sense a male presence in the room. She started ranting in Spanish,something about "poquito". I returned the banter with a couple Portuguese phrases like "tash Fish,Ta bong,toet beng". I watched as the computer visualization on the screen was flying (or was I??) over the Earth and started moving through the depths of the Amazon jungle. I observed entranced. (Scene change) I sat in a toilet cubicle with Brandon,and old friend,while he showed me the new cellphone designs. He then takes a medium sized onion out of his pocket and proceeds to cut it in half with a sharp knife. According to him this was the new telephonic device of choice.
NYC: I took a train to NYC by myself and was wandering around. I sat down on a bench and set down my two books, then realized that I was lost. I did not bring a map of New York, nor did I remember which route I took from the train station. Somehow I managed to get home. I remember something about a car. I realized that I had forgotten my books in NY, but didn’t care to go back to retrieve them. My grandmother was at my house when I arrived, and she cooked me a meal. She offered to give me money, but I declined her offer. My sisters came home after I ate. Corset Wrestling: The next dream I was wandering around a mall, and a man came up to me and asked me to take his place in a competition. I agreed, and was given a corset, stockings, and high heels to wear. No wonder he didn’t want to compete. I changed into the outfit, and my chest changed to fit better into the corset. I looked at my chest in the corset and thought it looked different from usual. I promptly forgot about my new breasts. The corset cups were a few sizes too small for my new breasts, so my nipples would pop out if I moved a lot. The strings used to tie the corset went from my left thigh up to the center of my left breast. Since I had to move a lot, the strings would become loose. When the corset was loose, my left nipple would pop out between the strings. I had to regularly tighten my corset and tuck away my nipples. I walked out to the wrestling ring. I was wrestling against a man in a t-shirt and jeans, while I was in heels and had a spinal fusion to boot. The objective was to push our opponent out of the ring each round. I tried to convince my opponent and the person judging the match that I was actually a guy, but naturally no one believed me with my breasts bursting out of my corset. Our match began, and I lost the first round magnificently. The next two rounds I became much more aggressive though. I punched, tackled, and elbowed my way to victory. My reward for winning was $100 for each second that my opponent and I fought. I didn’t know how many seconds that was, but I asked where I could claim my winnings. The wrestling organization refused to give the money to me, and told me to wait for the check in the mail. I remembered fighting in this competition before and never receiving any money, but I had also lost in the previous match. This dream felt very familiar, so I wonder if this was a sequel to a dream I had years ago. That happens to me occasionally, but not very often. I can’t remember when I had the first dream though, so I think that the first competition was just a false memory in the dream, rather than a dream I had in the past. I had a few dream fragments too. I was watching Game of Thrones with my fianceé and sibling. Then another fragment with an ill-fitting bathing suit.
Some of my dreams are really realistic, like they arent dreams but memories. One of them is im wearing a white corset dress, its not a new dress but something people would wear in the 1800's or something. Im in a forest with pine trees that are close together, I think I can see because of the moon, other than that its pitch black. At first I think I'm walking around, but I get really panicky, I know someone's coming after me, I start running really fast and I know someones following me, I get the idea that they could catch me if they wanted to but they like knowing I'm scarred. That sounds weird, anyway, I can never see who or what is chasing me but I always end up waking up. I think once I ran so far it was so the side of a cliff.
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