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In my dream, I was single. I went to visit some friends out of town, and decided while I was there I was going to get laid. I was out walking to a club when a group of guys surrounded me (much like happens in superhero movies) and started harrassing me. One of them tried to reach up my skirt, when a guy shows up. "What's the deal, guys? Can't get it without taking it? Pathetic." I immediately decide to bed this guy.
Many of the details early in the dream are fuzzy, but at some point, he said that he didn't agree with premarital sex and I agreed to marry him. After our brief, private ceremony, he took me to his place, where a bunch of his friends had crowded in.
"Excuse me, what are you all doing here?" I indignantly exclaimed.
"I heard there was a party!" One guy shouted.
"Well, there's not! Get out!"
After everyone had left, I sat down on the bed and tried to kiss my new groom. He dodged me. "I can't make love to you." He said.
I stopped. "Are you a virgin, because that's okay, we all have to learn somewhere..."
"No," he said, "I'm not a virgin, I lost my virginity a while ago, and he was really sweet."
"Well what is... wait, did you say 'he'?"
He grinned at me sadly. "I'm gay."
I stared at him, bewildered. "Why didn't you just say so? Maybe before I married you?"
"I didn't think you'd actually marry me. I was trying to get you to lose interest in me. I can't let me friends know, they'll never see me the same. Just do me a favor." He grinned sheepishly. "If anyone asks, we divorced because I was too much for you tonight."
I rolled my eyes. "You ought to tell them the truth, but whatever."
The next day, I went to my mother's house (except it wasn't her current house but the last one she lived in before it), and she there was a wedding in her backyard. I pulled her aside and told her what had happened. After she finished laughing, she said there were plenty of lonely groomsmen here waiting to be taken advantage of (yes, my mother is like this IRL). The last thing I remember beofre waking up was heading for the buffet.

I am moving into a new apartment with my family. There are other people living there, a man and his adult son. The son ,whose name is David, is a few years younger than me and attending college. After moving in, I go out onto a walkway that faces a courtyard in the middle of the building. The courtyard is completely filled with water, and it is very deep. The walkway has no guardrails. As I walk, I see my daughter heading for the edge, before I have time to react, David pulls her from the edge. After securing her inside, David and I continue to walk. Suddenly, he pins me to the wall. He leans in to kiss me. I shrug out from under him. "Don't be silly," I say. "I'm married."
"So what if you are?" he answers.
"I love my husband." I look at him with sad eyes. I hate hurting people.
He stops and looks at me. "If I were more fit, had abs and stuff, would you want me?"
I sigh. "If I were single, I'd give you a chance, but anything that might be between us is not worth losing him over. I really do love him."
I continue to walk. As I walk past an open closet. David backs me into it and closes the door. He pins me again and starts to kiss my neck. I push him off of me. "You just don't get it, do you?" I look at him angrily, my eyes demanding an answer.
He looks defeated. "I'm sorry. I'll stop."
I try to open the door, but it is locked. I bang on the door and scream, but nobody seems to hear. I decide that nobody is coming, so I sit on the floor next to the door. I see a figure drawn on the door (I don't remember what it was) and markers in a case affixed below it. I begin to color in the figure. I am almost done when the door opens. It is my husband. I throw my arms around him, glad to see him and glad to be saved. He pulls me aside. "Did he do anything to you?"
I glance at David, naked defeat in his eyes. "No, it was an accident," I answer.
After we all leave the room, I pull David aside. "I'm sorry I had to hurt you," I tell him. "If I had met you first, maybe there could have been something between us, but I love him. I can't lose him."

Warning: this dream contains graphic sexual content. You have been warned.

I walk into a room and see a man tied to a padded table, like the ones used in massage parlors. When he sees me, he begins to beg for his life.
"Please let me go," he says. "I have a wife."
My clothing shimmers, then disappears. I move my face an inch from his and look deeply into his eyes, hypnotizing him. "By the time I am done, you will not remember your wife."
I reach over and stroke his partially erect member until it stands straight up, then I climb on top of him and ride my way to climax. As I sit on top of him, shuddering and writhing with my orgasm, I feel him climax right after me. His seed is good. I store it away so I can give myself a child later, when I am ready. I only take some of his life essence. I am not finished with him.
I stride toward the door, my clothes reappearing. "You will welcome death by the time I am done with you."
He says something that angers me. I do not remember what. I whirl around and half-run back to him. "You will wish you had not said that." I exclaimed. I untie him, grab him by the hair, and drag him off, but I wake before I can do anything.

I walk into a church, looking for someone. I walk up to a girl and ask, "Is this the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints?".
The girl lifts an eyebrow at me. "Very good. Most people just call us Mormons."
She begins to ask me questions while I look around for (a guy who I work with IRL who happens to be Mormon). I give curt answers, trying to make it clear I have no desire to join their church, but she continues to ask questions. I get more annoyed with each individual question. Finally, I turn to her and tell her that I'm not interested, I'm just looking for someone. I wake up.