Last night I was self-conscious with the size of my peenix. It was as long and thick as my pinkie until I became aroused. It did so while I was “all up on” this lady, and then it was normal. I think I woke up or altered the dream before I started “doing” her though.
The rest of my dreams involved me talking to people—somehow similar to the movie ‘Waking Life’ in structure, how I was talking to each person and they were telling me about their various offenses. One of them it seemed like he was going to tell me about how the love affair with this lady, but it turned into a story about how he raped and strangled her. Later I was riding around in a car with someone who used to go out with my old roommate Rose (fictionally so) and he was talking about how horrible a decline she had suffered, and how he was happier without her. It was as if he was going over a timeline in his head, and I could see it displayed out the window, as the town passed by, I could see her running along the road, seeing her cross roads as his car crossed roads. There was also another guy I spoke to after that, and he was telling me about how he had to drown his young lover in the bathtub because she was too beautiful to let the world destroy.
Dreams the last couple nights included Set taking a human form that looked like Drunvelo Melchizedik and talking like he was possessed, and then one the night afterwards where I had chest hair and my breasts actually looked more like a pair of buttocks each. It was frickin creepy. Seriously weird.
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