The Dream

[shanmonster]

There's some sort of girly beach show: a live nude girls sort of affair. I'm one of the women in the show, a ridiculously busty woman in a long fringed suede vest and not much else. I gogo dance and swing those bodacious tatas around like a wild woman. I take the vest off in a creative fashion, and catch the eye of a sociopathic scuba diver with a bushy black beard. He drags me off to a large moat around an office building. My ridiculous boobs disappear and I'm regular me again. I dive down into the water. It looks like Vlad Tepes' Sea World. There are stakes everywhere with dead and dying women impaled on them. The water moves their hair like fronds of seaweed.

The scuba diver is busily taking an axe to the legs of one of the women. She doesn't bleed. She's been dead a while. I swim to the bottom and hang on to one of the stakes, every now and then bursting to the surface for a breath of air before diving back down. I think he doesn't kill me only because I'm not trying to get away. And then I wake up.

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I'm ... a ridiculously busty woman in a long fringed suede vest and not much else. I gogo dance and swing those bodacious tatas around like a wild woman. I take the vest off in a creative fashion....

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Or Not

[(Anonymous)]

This dream is in two parts. The first is about your upcoming big show dance performance. The second is about your fear of late-night walks around your neighborhood and instead staying inside with your knitting needles.