My Dream Last Night.
 

Was about me and GothicusMaximus.
More specifically, it was me and GothicusMaximus having intercourse.

Now, I don't know anything about his length, girth, or skills, so I can't comment on the reality of GothicusMaximus' sexual prowess, but in my dream, while his penis was smaller than average, he had some skills.

Bravo, young man.

That's weird, because, while I neglected to post it on gnet, a few months ago I dreamt of a similar scenario, although as one might expect I experienced it from the perspective of GothicusMaximus having intercourse with Underwater Ophelia. You were a lot hotter in my dream than you are in actuality-- not to say you're ugly in real life, just that you were pretty hot in my dream. You had pierced nipples too.

Also, I'd like to make the perfunctory avowal that outside of wild imaginings, my penis is actually of above average size.

I have one pierced nipple in real life, so it wasn't too far off the mark.

wow I've never had a dream of someone that i've talked to only online...

Neither have I.

Underwater Ophelia accounts for 60% of the posts in this thread thus far.

That would be 60% prior to your own post, once your post was made it brought her down to 50%, making your post completely invalid. Way to go.



Back on topic, I'm glad you had some good dream sex. I must admit I do tend to have quite a few rather explicit dreams but I have never had one about someone in this thread.

A couple of nights ago I dreamt that I was ice skating (which was weird enough because I can't ice skate) in this small oval ice rink and Sarah Palin was there and the bitch had SKILLS, I mean she was skating all over the walls and shit defying gravity, doing pirouettes and backflips and everyone was in awe of her skating prowess. So then the ice starts to melt and everyone starts fleeing for their lives but Sarah Palin is still just skating around, dodging the melting ice, leaping over it all funky, and I fall in. I'm drowning and I'm like "SARAH, HELP ME" and she lifts me out and then I have a moral dilemma: should I have accepted Sarah Palin's help? Knowing what sort of a person she is, would I have done the same for her? I'm thinking about this and then suddenly I'm at home and I'm on the computer looking at Buffy the Vampire Slayer on Wikipedia and Sarah Palin is listed as a writer and I'm like "What the fuck, Sarah Palin wrote episodes of Buffy?" so I look and it says that she contributed all of these ridiculous reactionary ideas like that Buffy dies because healthcare has been socialised and they refuse to treat her or that Angel is tortured for sodomy. Reading it just makes me feel worse about accepting her help.

Then I wake up. I mean, I didn't fuck anyone but it was still interesting.

I had a dream last night,such a beautiful dream.
In my dream people like yourself were wiped away from the surface of the earth.


...and everybody lived happily ever after.


with love

People dream of me all the time.

I never dream of people that I know unless it's family.

Funny how Palin saved JCC, because it reminds me of the time that Obama wanted to be my special uncle.

I had a dream I was riding a bicycle and suddenly I hit a bump, lost control and fell off, and right before I hit the ground I woke up. I was in the middle of the woods in the dead of night dressed up as a clown holding a harmonica and a bottle of whiskey. I'm not sure what happened.

I definitely had another dream about gothicus last night.
We weren't having sex, but I was lounging around naked.

I dreamt I built a lego spaceship and flew to mars, only to discover that it's actually made from snickers bars, then flew back to earth to tell Raymond the awesome news. I stopped off at the moon on the way back and got bored so I stayed there for a couple of years, learnt something that I think was Swedish, and then went earth only to find that Raymond was dead.

I need to tone down on the drugs.....

Woah, that does scream "Acid Trip" to me.

I have several re-occuring dreams and the wierdest is one where I consistantly have to run away from Dinosaurs.

Yah. That's about it. Others I can't remember in any great detail.

I had a re-occuring dream that I was chased through Paris by buffalo that didn't have legs but were kinda on motorbike wheels, and then in the end I fall down that huge staircase in Montmartre...

I was reading text by Carl Jung last night, fell asleep and had this really vivid dream about this friend of mine, his brother (he doesn't have a brother in real life) with this massive dick trying to violate me. Thankfully, my friend puts a stop to it. And a bunch of other stuff.

I had a dream about Zach Efron...I HATE him...Yet in my dream I fucking had the biggest crush on him...and he liked me and I got all giddy...then when I woke up I felt dirty.:(

Surprisingly my dreams are very rarely sexual, usually i'm just flying over suburbia or making out with guys.

I wish I had pleasant dreams like that o.o
Lately though, all I've had are nightmares and violent dreams..
Being a pacifist, they scare the crap out of me.

I don't remember my dreams anymore and it makes me sad because they feel important

I had a dream about throwing candles out of a window a few nights ago.

I dreamt last night that I shot my mother's ex-husband several times in the head...

Bah, I just have constant dreams of conflicts, revolution and gun battles in random US cities. If there is any chance for sex in my dream, I get cock-blocked by some motherfucker with an Uzi.

Last night I did have a dream that a friend of mine got shot twice in the chest and I was trying to remove the bullets which had fragmented all through his chest in long formations, like they have turn molten when they hit his body. It was weird. Oddly enough, he survived my primitive operation and was fine latter in the dream.

how can I learn to remember my dreams better?

After watching The Butterfly Effect I remembered that I had dreamed something similar. Except my version was better because it had an antagonist in the form of an evil scientist who also had time traveling abilities and a nuclear weapon. Turns out nuclear weapons look like a load of circuits and wires attached to something like the plastic tank from a water cooler filled with luminous purple nuclear liquid.

I seem to remember mine better when I've had school or uni than in holidays. So I've always assumed I remember them better when I have a regular sleeping cycle but it could be something else.