I remembered my dream perfectly, it was like I was really there and I kept thinking, 'I'm gonna remember this all perfectly.' I woke up having to piss realllllly bad, and completely forgot about it by the time I laid back down. I remember that there was this really beautiful girl there in a "room" that was in "my house" (it was more like a college apartment) but it was like this little.....I dont' know, pallet with walls around it that was no bigger than a doghouse, and I had to pull the curtain to the side and completely bend down to get into it.

I remember thinking that it wasn't going to fit me at all, let alone me and her. But I climb in and it's like accepted all of a sudden that this little pallet held both of us comfortably. I laid down and it was like we were dating all of a sudden, and really close. I felt so comfortable around her, just holding her. I remember thinking she had the exact same figure as my ex, but this girl had blonde hair, instead of brown like my ex. And I held her, and it felt so good and we just sat touching each other all over, caressing each other.

And then I was outside the little pallet room, standing up behind a couch with about 12 people spattered around throughout "my house" and we were smoking this golden weed, it shined through the paper. I thought, "I'm gonna smoke that and not be able to feel. Let's smoke and not feel. Let's smoke and not feel." Over and over, so we smoked and then all of a sudden there I was standing over my friend in some room that was really mellowed out, and 70'sish with wooden walls and floors, and everything had a golden feeling. Warm. Loving. But my friend was holding a gun, and it was realized that me and him were having this huge problem. Then my friend turned into me, and I was staring at myself looking up at me, yelling at myself telling me that this wasn't my fucking problem, that I didn't start this shit, all the time waving a gun at me.

Then I was back in the pallet, with this girl in nothing but a tight white tank top, and nothing but her white, cotton panties. There was this white sheet over us in this pallet that allowed us to lay down, but we weren't in a bed. It was like we fight in a 3x3 space, both of us, comfortably. And we started making love and before the climax I woke up.


I know that probably sounds perverted, but in my dream and in my mind, none of it was. I didn't see the sex, I saw love. I saw nothing but purity. I wasn't aroused, I was awed at how beautiful she was, and how pure she was. But, I have to tell you that I never saw her face. Not once did I see her face, but it was like I already knew that she was the most beautiful person that had ever been created.