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View LadyEruptio's Dream Journal
by
LadyEruptio on 11-16-2010 at 10:20 PM
Dream Recall I
August 3rd 2010
Total of dreams: 2
It's nighttime. Me, my sister, her husband and my mom are standing in a bus. We need to go to a toilet, so then we walk off the next bus stop. I try to find a toilet nearby. The toilet I find fills the whole room, and is extremely dirty. The method that was used to divest was to put a big, flat bowl under your butt, and in the center of this bowl was a tiny hole where you could... divest through. The toilet itself was formed like waves, and you had to go on top of the bowl (probably 2 meters from the ground) to sit. I had to empty this divestment in the bowl in a larger hole on top of the wavy toilet. Since the divestment didn't go through, I felt like I had to hide it somewhere. In the door, when I was done, I turned around to the toilet and looked upon it with a feeling of dirtiness.
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In my hotel room I made love to a dark-haired guy with curls. He had white clothing. I couldn't see his face, maybe because of the high brightness in the very dream, and everything was in fact black and white. That night, I had an extreme feeling of horniness. It was raining outside the window, and a man was standing there (in a bird's-eye view, since we were a few floors above him) with a very special gun, with him shooting against our window. I didn't care, I was feeling safer than ever. The bullets went slowly through the rain. They looked more like mini-comets. He hit neither us nor the window, so he gave up and walked away.