This was only a dream. Don't read it if you don't like reading about dreams, especially when they're mildly pornographic or borderline paranoid.
This was only a dream, but a very unusual one. It had a 'fourth dimension,' a special kind of salience. It was striking and stood out as though it had a deeper meaning.
First I became aware of soothing, ethereally warm music coming from all around. There was a woman singing softly. It vaguely reminded me of the Cocteau twins. The scene was very tender and romantic, like something out of a painting. I was looking at a quiet beach where tall grass blew gently in an ocean breeze. In the dunes next to a tidal pool and alf hidden in the tall grass, a beautiful woman was on her back on a blanket on the sand. She had reddish blond hair. I remember her face very clearly. Her face was striking with sharp, fine features and high cheekbones like a German or Scandinavian. She was completely naked, her body slender and toned. Her long legs were spread. A man with a beard was lying/kneeling at her feet, caressing her and kissing her crotch and vagina. My viewpoint was very close to them.
I was mentally awake, and in the dream, while dreaming, I wondered why a dream would open like that. I never dream of sex. Also, it wasn't even like a dream. It was like watching a movie. I wasn't even there, but I was viewing the scene like watching a screen except I could hear, feel the wind, feel the warmth of the sun, and smell the ocean air.
He touched her and licked her with what seemed like passion combined with deep love for her. It was like he had given her his heart. He was happy to be able to do anything that made her happy. She responded to this with movements and tender caresses, stroking his hair, soft words,etc, that suggested she felt the same toward him. The scene alternated between him licking her vagina and him on her kissing her face and mouth. I couldn't see if he was having sex with her, but her moans suggested he was.
I didn't feel any sexual attraction for them. As with spectator sports, why sit around watching somebody else have all the fun? So, I don't care for porn. I was not interested in joining them because there was a dude already there.
I felt completely detached and began to wonder why I was dreaming this. Because of a couple of unhappy experiences with it in college, I was thinking oral sex is usually gross, and the man in the dream must have loved her deeply and wanted to do soemthing because she really wanted it. My impression during the dream is that she felt the same way about him and would do anything to please him as well.
In this blog, I've tried to document that some of my dreams have a "clairvoyant" or "prophetic" element, and that I can tell which dreams are special as soon as I wake up. The strange thing about it is that the whole time, I felt like there was more to it. I felt like it represented something. Or possibly that I was looking in on somebody else's private dream or thoughts or sexual fantasy like it was somehow telepathic. If so, it must have been a woman. It seemed very feminine and from a woman's perspective. I can't imagine men would have fantasies like that.
I kept wondering who they were. I don't know anybody who looks like her. I'm going out with Ariadne, and she wasn't Ariadne. She wasn't any of the other women I've been seeing recently either. The dude, I have no idea. I never saw his face. His clothes, a white linen shirt and pants looked exactly what I wear when I go to the beach. Or maybe it was prophetic...
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This was only a dream, but a very unusual one. It had a 'fourth dimension,' a special kind of salience. It was striking and stood out as though it had a deeper meaning.
First I became aware of soothing, ethereally warm music coming from all around. There was a woman singing softly. It vaguely reminded me of the Cocteau twins. The scene was very tender and romantic, like something out of a painting. I was looking at a quiet beach where tall grass blew gently in an ocean breeze. In the dunes next to a tidal pool and alf hidden in the tall grass, a beautiful woman was on her back on a blanket on the sand. She had reddish blond hair. I remember her face very clearly. Her face was striking with sharp, fine features and high cheekbones like a German or Scandinavian. She was completely naked, her body slender and toned. Her long legs were spread. A man with a beard was lying/kneeling at her feet, caressing her and kissing her crotch and vagina. My viewpoint was very close to them.
I was mentally awake, and in the dream, while dreaming, I wondered why a dream would open like that. I never dream of sex. Also, it wasn't even like a dream. It was like watching a movie. I wasn't even there, but I was viewing the scene like watching a screen except I could hear, feel the wind, feel the warmth of the sun, and smell the ocean air.
He touched her and licked her with what seemed like passion combined with deep love for her. It was like he had given her his heart. He was happy to be able to do anything that made her happy. She responded to this with movements and tender caresses, stroking his hair, soft words,etc, that suggested she felt the same toward him. The scene alternated between him licking her vagina and him on her kissing her face and mouth. I couldn't see if he was having sex with her, but her moans suggested he was.
I didn't feel any sexual attraction for them. As with spectator sports, why sit around watching somebody else have all the fun? So, I don't care for porn. I was not interested in joining them because there was a dude already there.
I felt completely detached and began to wonder why I was dreaming this. Because of a couple of unhappy experiences with it in college, I was thinking oral sex is usually gross, and the man in the dream must have loved her deeply and wanted to do soemthing because she really wanted it. My impression during the dream is that she felt the same way about him and would do anything to please him as well.
In this blog, I've tried to document that some of my dreams have a "clairvoyant" or "prophetic" element, and that I can tell which dreams are special as soon as I wake up. The strange thing about it is that the whole time, I felt like there was more to it. I felt like it represented something. Or possibly that I was looking in on somebody else's private dream or thoughts or sexual fantasy like it was somehow telepathic. If so, it must have been a woman. It seemed very feminine and from a woman's perspective. I can't imagine men would have fantasies like that.
I kept wondering who they were. I don't know anybody who looks like her. I'm going out with Ariadne, and she wasn't Ariadne. She wasn't any of the other women I've been seeing recently either. The dude, I have no idea. I never saw his face. His clothes, a white linen shirt and pants looked exactly what I wear when I go to the beach. Or maybe it was prophetic...