I was healthy and in Århus. For some reason I was employed as a salvage worker, finding old cars and acquiring them for scrap or parts. I'd look up their location on a screen and then go and find them.
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The next car was an abandoned Mercedes on Nørre Allé (400 m from where we live). I got into it, but it was malfunctioning badly and kept driving all over the place. Suddenly my friend Oleg was in the back and we were down in the harbour. Oleg was telling me what to do over my shoulder and I was desperately trying to keep the car from driving onto the sea. Finally I managed to pull the car over and I jumped out.
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I was in a brothel for some reason or other when I was told I had won a competetion and I could have any of the girls. The brothel was actually my friends Rico & Mikkel's old apartment and had a sort of 1930's decor. The walls were dark red with a murky Victorian floral pattern and the rooms were lit by green glass chandeliers. There was a big fat woman running the place but she was hazy and in the background. Only one girl stood out so I went with her.
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As we lay together on a bed, all sorts of strange people kept coming in to get things fom the room. One old white haired guy was dressed in laquered leather boots and a bodice and he retreived a shot gun from a closet, another was a grey faced whore with missing teeth who leered at us from the door.
The girl I was with was quiet and patient. Her hair was dark and curly and smelled freshly washed. Her lips were soft and delicate. There was then a delicious period of physical intimacy, the details of which I shall omit for the sake of modesty...
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As always with my erotic dreams, she quickly became Mette and I soon awoke with the usual feeling of loss that follows when I have such dreams. I don't know why it is, but when ever I have such dreams the girls are never real people and they never speak. They always also appear to be variations of Mette. Its as if my mind is unable to conceive of other women.
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As I lay there contemplating this feeling, the Snoos stomped in, climbed on the bed and gave me a big wet snot-bubble kiss... Reality was back with a bang.
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3 comments:
I very rarely get erotic dreams. This does make them quite memorable when I do, however.
I did have one rather illicit dream years ago where I was cheating on FW. As my dreams sometimes come true, I was quite troubled for months afterward.
Lately, I tend to find myself walking aimlessly through some Japanese red-light district where displays of porn decorate every available wall space. Lots of promising pictures with unintelligible Kanji text. The dream recurs every few months or so. I have no idea what it means.
A kanji text fetish?
Have you ever seen 'The pillow book'?
=)
I have not.
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