Last Night I Had Some Naughty Dreams I Feel Guilty About...

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    Dec 26, 2015 3:19 PM GMT
    ...because they didn't involve my husband, just young guys. But at least I thought about him during them! icon_redface.gif

    Can't imagine what triggered them, all we did earlier last night was have a Christmas dinner at a friend's place, all of us old and not likely to be sources of sexual fantasies.

    Well, the first dream had this naked guy flat on his stomach, legs spread wide, and I was gently massaging the underside of his balls and big dick, sticking down between those legs. I don't remember his face. I do remember thinking he had nicely plump & loose but hairy balls, and wondered why he didn't shave them. At one point he lifted up his ass so my hand could have better access to his balls all over.

    But the setting appeared to be a vendor's booth, like I often operate during Pride Fair. What a bed was doing there I have can't imagine. A woman fairgoer came by with her school-age daughter, and I quickly covered us up, but feared we'd been seen. I worried the police would arrive, and then the scene dissolved away.

    Next I was at some other part of the Fair, if that's what it was, and I was applying some skin lotion to this very cute young guy's face. I was rubbing it in all over, from forehead to chin, loving the touch of his flawless skin, the shape of his adorable features.

    He tried several times to kiss me, but I declined, saying my husband wouldn't like it. Perhaps that part was triggered by an RJ thread about kissing on the lips to which I posted yesterday.

    And then I simply woke up, and it wasn't a wet dream. But I was also struck by the fact that the only sex dreams I ever have are gay. Not during all the years I truly thought I was straight, and tried to live that way, did I ever dream about sex with women, or even women being naked, nor men for that matter, no erotic dreams at all.

    And that did make me wonder, especially since my straight male friends would joke about their own sexy dreams involving women, suggesting it was a normal thing I was lacking. Nor did my dreams contain actual people whom I knew, they were always faceless figures.

    It wasn't until I came out that I began to have my first sex dreams, exclusively about men. And my late and current partners were almost always in them, with or without sex. Also oddly both my late parents began appearing, being themselves, about whom I had never dreamt before, even as a kid. Sometimes when I first half-awaken from a dream about them, typically taken place in my childhood home, I'll be confused, and think for a moment they're still alive.

    This all interests me because as a boy I read a book from our home library about dream interpretation. The subject enjoyed a slight popular fad in the 1920s & '30s. You may know the 1945 Hitchcock thriller "Spellbound" which involves dream interpretation to solve a murder, and features surrealistic visuals designed by Salvador Dali.

    What kinds of dreams do you have yourselves? I usually find mine entertaining, if frequently puzzling, like last night, with very few nightmares.
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    Dec 26, 2015 4:29 PM GMT
    You have quite vivid dreams that you remember in great details.

    My dreams were always just random and meaningless and I tend to forget very quickly after I wake up.

    I wish I had more sexual dreams. They would be fun. I think I only had one.
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    Dec 26, 2015 4:43 PM GMT
    polfsky said

    I wish I had more sexual dreams. They would be fun. I think I only had one.


    Hey, guy - just think a lot more about sex before bed (watch some porn?)
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    Dec 26, 2015 4:45 PM GMT
    Art_Deco said...because they didn't involve my husband, just young guys. But at least I thought about him during them! icon_redface.gif

    Can't imagine what triggered them, all we did earlier last night was have a Christmas dinner at a friend's place, all of us old and not likely to be sources of sexual fantasies.

    Well, the first dream had this naked guy flat on his stomach, legs spread wide, and I was gently massaging the underside of his balls and big dick, sticking down between those legs. I don't remember his face. I do remember thinking he had nicely plump & loose but hairy balls, and wondered why he didn't shave them. At one point he lifted up his ass so my hand could have better access to his balls all over.

    But the setting appeared to be a vendor's booth, like I often operate during Pride Fair. What a bed was doing there I have can't imagine. A woman fairgoer came by with her school-age daughter, and I quickly covered us up, but feared we'd been seen. I worried the police would arrive, and then the scene dissolved away.

    Next I was at some other part of the Fair, if that's what it was, and I was applying some skin lotion to this very cute young guy's face. I was rubbing it in all over, from forehead to chin, loving the touch of his flawless skin, the shape of his adorable features.

    He tried several times to kiss me, but I declined, saying my husband wouldn't like it. Perhaps that part was triggered by an RJ thread about kissing on the lips to which I posted yesterday.

    And then I simply woke up, and it wasn't a wet dream. But I was also struck by the fact that the only sex dreams I ever have are gay. Not during all the years I truly thought I was straight, and tried to live that way, did I ever dream about sex with women, or even women being naked, nor men for that matter, no erotic dreams at all.

    And that did make me wonder, especially since my straight male friends would joke about their own sexy dreams involving women, suggesting it was a normal thing I was lacking. Nor did my dreams contain actual people whom I knew, they were always faceless figures.

    It wasn't until I came out that I began to have my first sex dreams, exclusively about men. And my late and current partners were almost always in them, with or without sex. Also oddly both my late parents began appearing, being themselves, about whom I had never dreamt before, even as a kid. Sometimes when I first half-awaken from a dream about them, typically taken place in my childhood home, I'll be confused, and think for a moment they're still alive.

    This all interests me because as a boy I read a book from our home library about dream interpretation. The subject enjoyed a slight popular fad in the 1920s & '30s. You may know the 1945 Hitchcock thriller "Spellbound" which involves dream interpretation to solve a murder, and features surrealistic visuals designed by Salvador Dali.

    What kinds of dreams do you have yourselves? I usually find mine entertaining, if frequently puzzling, like last night, with very few nightmares.

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    Guilty? It's only a dream.
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    Dec 26, 2015 4:58 PM GMT
    polfsky saidYou have quite vivid dreams that you remember in great details.

    My dreams were always just random and meaningless and I tend to forget very quickly after I wake up.

    I wish I had more sexual dreams. They would be fun. I think I only had one.

    Erotic dreams are actually very rare for me. And most of my dreams are not very vivid, and like you I quickly forget them once I wake up.

    But when I do have a vivid dream, like last night, I remember it very well, and want to discuss it. I once had a particularly vivid dream when I lived in Seattle. And like here, I felt compelled, or at least moved, to post it to a friend.

    Two days later the entire dream came true, in all its details, in perfect sequence. And my friend was there with me to witness it, knowing what I had sent him. Nothing that either of us could have stage managed, too many random occurrences beyond our control, nothing we could have anticipated. It was so spooky the thing still amazes me, and makes me wonder about dreams, what they tell us, and perhaps truths about our perceptions of the world.
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    Dec 26, 2015 7:14 PM GMT
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    polfsky said

    I wish I had more sexual dreams. They would be fun. I think I only had one.


    Hey, guy - just think a lot more about sex before bed (watch some porn?)


    I wish it were that easy. lol I don't watch porn as much any more but when I do, it's before bedtime for sure.
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    Dec 26, 2015 7:15 PM GMT
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    Erotic dreams are actually very rare for me. And most of my dreams are not very vivid, and like you I quickly forget them once I wake up.

    But when I do have a vivid dream, like last night, I remember it very well, and want to discuss it. I once had a particularly vivid dream when I lived in Seattle. And like here, I felt compelled, or at least moved, to post it to a friend.

    Two days later the entire dream came true, in all its details, in perfect sequence. And my friend was there with me to witness it, knowing what I had sent him. Nothing that either of us could have stage managed, too many random occurrences beyond our control, nothing we could have anticipated. It was so spooky the thing still amazes me, and makes me wonder about dreams, what they tell us, and perhaps truths about our perceptions of the world.


    That is spooky! icon_surprised.gificon_eek.gif

    And very hot. icon_wink.gif
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    Dec 26, 2015 7:33 PM GMT
    Bonifacius saidand of course you feel like you need to share every aspect of your life here on RJ even your intimate dreams, I didn't read the story of course, I know there is nothing I want to know

    Well, naturally, Nothing a spooky-looking sock would want or need to know.
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    Dec 26, 2015 8:02 PM GMT
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    That is spooky! icon_surprised.gificon_eek.gif

    And very hot. icon_wink.gif

    I'll describe that Seattle dream to you, you'll perhaps realize how spooky it was.

    Two days after the dream I came downtown to Cap Hill to see this guy, and he suggested we try lunch at a brand new Mexican restaurant that had opened the day before. That opening was a day after my dream that I had emailed him, neither he nor the public had seen this place yet, it was all closed up for complete gutting and renovations.

    We walked through the ground floor of this old converted brick warehouse. My dream had me in an old brick building. We went through a part of it I had never seen before. It had a number of small stores, most kinda eccentric, selling things like piles of whole sheets of tanned animal hides. I saw those in my dream! Something I never imagined even existed!

    And the shoppers were mostly college kids from the nearby Seattle University, many of them with wildly colored hair and all kinds of facial piercings. In my dream this same space was filled with costumed clowns.

    Then we went up to the second floor, to the new Mexican restaurant. I asked to sit on their outside terrace, which overlooked Broadway.

    We were ordering when it suddenly struck me - this was my dream! The table we had was in a row of tables against the balustrade, just like my dream. And our table was made of open slatted wood, sorta picnicky, again the dream. And to my right was an open archway with a bar beyond, also exactly like the dream. The only disparity was that the guys sitting inside on the barstools were naked in my dream, but needless to say weren't in reality.

    And right after we ordered our lunch a loud motorcycle passing by drew my attention down to Broadway and I looked over the balustrade, exactly as happened in the dream. That's the moment that jolted me and I knew.

    I started to get chills. I reviewed for my friend what was happening, because I had emailed this precise scenario to him. I kinda felt compelled to share it for some reason, which I normally wouldn't do. He agreed the email of my dream had come true, moment by moment, item for item. Spooky indeed.

    But it didn't amount to anything. Nothing that changed my life, or the lives of others. Just a solitary weird thing. I've had a few more dream prominitions like that, but equally insignificant.

    Other than to shake me up a bit. And make me wonder about my assumptions regarding our concepts of reality.
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    Dec 26, 2015 11:32 PM GMT
    Not sure why the OP thinks this would be of general interest.
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    Dec 27, 2015 12:27 AM GMT
    I never have sexual dreams about the person I'm involved with; however, as soon as the they become exes they appear in my dreams. I don't give dreams much creedence, so I don't ever feel guilty about anything I dream. And I've had some doozies!
  • venue35

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    Dec 27, 2015 1:08 AM GMT
    I had a dream where a black cat tried to kill me by pushing my head down the toilet and trying to drown me
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    Dec 27, 2015 9:12 PM GMT
    Unacceptable. How can you cheat on your partner while dreaming?
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    Dec 27, 2015 9:41 PM GMT
    TMI
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    Dec 30, 2015 7:29 PM GMT
    Art_Deco said...because they didn't involve my husband, just young guys. But at least I thought about him during them!
    ...Next I was at some other part of the Fair, if that's what it was, and I was applying some skin lotion to this very cute young guy's face. I was rubbing it in all over, from forehead to chin, loving the touch of his flawless skin, the shape of his adorable features...


    Radd would say your dreams are rather ageist! icon_mad.gificon_mad.gificon_mad.gif
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    Art_Deco said...because they didn't involve my husband, just young guys. But at least I thought about him during them!
    ...Next I was at some other part of the Fair, if that's what it was, and I was applying some skin lotion to this very cute young guy's face. I was rubbing it in all over, from forehead to chin, loving the touch of his flawless skin, the shape of his adorable features...

    Radd would say your dreams are rather ageist! icon_mad.gificon_mad.gificon_mad.gif

    Like I care what you think. Likely a sock. icon_razz.gif
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    Dec 31, 2015 6:13 PM GMT
    venue35 saidI had a dream where a black cat tried to kill me by pushing my head down the toilet and trying to drown me

    icon_lol.gificon_lol.gifNow this is how you tell a story.
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    Dec 31, 2015 6:26 PM GMT
    It's true a cat actually tried to murder me.
    You can laugh but it was scary as hell
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    venue35 saidIt's true a cat actually tried to murder me.
    You can laugh but it was scary as hell

    You should leave your toilet seat cover down if you have a cat in the house. But then he'd probably try to stab you.
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    Dec 31, 2015 6:43 PM GMT
    I have heard of cats climbing into a baby's crib and sitting on the baby's face to smother it and the next morning the mother would come into the nursery and the baby would be dead and the cat would be just grinning.
  • venue35

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    Dec 31, 2015 8:00 PM GMT
    Yes but a cat trying to strangle a 6ft4 adult sounds ridiculous.. too bad you all couldn't see the cat in my dream it was some scary shit.
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    Dec 31, 2015 8:01 PM GMT
    venue35 saidYes but a cat trying to strangle a 6ft4 adult sounds ridiculous.. too bad you all couldn't see the cat in my dream it was some scary shit.
    i have never heard of a cat purposely smothering an infant how horrible
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    Dec 31, 2015 9:39 PM GMT
    crazycrazydoesdoes said
    Art_Deco said...because they didn't involve my husband, just young guys. But at least I thought about him during them!
    ...Next I was at some other part of the Fair, if that's what it was, and I was applying some skin lotion to this very cute young guy's face. I was rubbing it in all over, from forehead to chin, loving the touch of his flawless skin, the shape of his adorable features...


    Radd would say your dreams are rather ageist! icon_mad.gificon_mad.gificon_mad.gif


    Man, this Radd character never gets a break on this forum icon_lol.gif
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    Jan 14, 2016 6:50 AM GMT
    polfsky said
    That is spooky! icon_surprised.gificon_eek.gif

    And very hot. icon_wink.gif

    It was indeed spooky, but not sure if "very hot". Let me describe it to you.

    My dream had me going with a friend into an old brick building, sorta like a warehouse or factory or something. As we walked through it a lot of clowns were passing by. There were shops inside selling all kinds of curiosities, and had sheets of unfinished leather, all stacked up.

    We went up to a second level, and into a restaurant. We were seated in an outdoor veranda, overlooking the street. There was a long row of tables against the railing, and we were shown to the first one.

    An oddity about the table was that it was open-slatted, not unlike a picnic table. To my right I saw an arched opening to the restaurant's interior, and people sitting at a bar. Some of them were naked. As we sat there a loud motorcycle passed by on the street below us, and I leaned over to see it.

    Then I woke up. And first thing that morning I emailed a number of friends about it, the dream being so vivid & compelling, I just felt an urge to share it. I never do that, but I felt I must.

    Three days later a friend asked me to join him in Cap Hill, Seattle (the gay district) to just knock around. I was just getting to know that area, with him as my evening guide to the gay club scene. After walking the street he took me into an old converted brick warehouse I'd never seen before.

    As we walked through it was full of University of Seattle students, from the campus just a few blocks down the street, many of them with wildly colored spiked hair and tons of piercings, quite the fad then. And there was a number of eclectic craft shops, one of them with piles of leather hides for sale.

    He asked me if I'd like some Mexican food, a new place in the same building still having its grand opening, which began the day before. So we went up to the second floor. We were seated outdoors on the veranda, the server selecting the table. It was slatted like a picnic table.

    After we ordered a loud motorcycle passed by on the road below us. I leaned over to see it. And then it finally hit me - my dream!

    This converted brick factory was the one in my dream. The "clowns" were the college kids with their colored hair and piercings. The sheets of leather for sale were also there.

    Our table was the same slatted one in my dream, at the end of a row. I was even seated in the same direction. And to my right was the open archway leading inside, with a view of the bar (although no one was naked). The loud motorcycle on the street below at that exact moment after we ordered was the clincher.

    I'm not sure what it all meant, and why I had that dream. It had no lasting significance, it was just a clip of an hour of my future life. But it did make me rethink my concept of reality, and dreams.

    To quote from Shakespeare's "Hamlet":

    There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
    Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.