I've had some really weird dreams lately. Tonight I will write down two of them.

The first one was a sex dream.
I was in a house with a bunch of women. They were wearing dominatrix gear and unwelcoming towards me.
I felt a need for them to like me. They were playing with each other. Not really impressed that I was in their house. They started scat play, but I wasn't really watching that part.

I went up to the leader, and she said, "You want to fuck me, don't you?"
"Well, yes," I said.
"You can't have my pussy with a little dick like that." With that, she walked away.

I started to masturbate my soft penis so I could show her that I was big enough for her. I followed her into the bathroom and found my old penis on a shelf. It was pretty nice but a little grey. Then I compared it to my new dick (the one attached to my body) and they looked the same. I remember saying to myself "this is my old dick". It was like looking at an old pair of glasses.

And that was it.


In my second dream, I killed a serial killer.

I was in my house. I invited him over, knowing what he was. He lusted after me, but I wasn't sure if it was because he wanted to fuck me or kill me, maybe both. His advances made me more and more nervous.

I drugged him, so I could manage him. I knew he could get out of hand and hurt my family. My Mom saw this and told me to kill him. It was like ordering me to clean my room,

I took a pitchfork and plunged it into him. But when I did, he turned into an open notebook. The pitchfork created a line of perforation down the pages, near the margin. I ripped the pages out of the book.
And he was dead.

I've had some really weird dreams lately. Tonight I will write down two of them.

The first one was a sex dream.
I was in a house with a bunch of women. They were wearing dominatrix gear and unwelcoming towards me.
I felt a need for them to like me. They were playing with each other. Not really impressed that I was in their house. They started scat play, but I wasn't really watching that part.

I went up to the leader, and she said, "You want to fuck me, don't you?"
"Well, yes," I said.
"You can't have my pussy with a little dick like that." With that, she walked away.

I started to masturbate my soft penis so I could show her that I was big enough for her. I followed her into the bathroom and found my old penis on a shelf. It was pretty nice but a little grey. Then I compared it to my new dick (the one attached to my body) and they looked the same. I remember saying to myself "this is my old dick". It was like looking at an old pair of glasses.

And that was it.


In my second dream, I killed a serial killer.

I was in my house. I invited him over, knowing what he was. He lusted after me, but I wasn't sure if it was because he wanted to fuck me or kill me, maybe both. His advances made me more and more nervous.

I drugged him, so I could manage him. I knew he could get out of hand and hurt my family. My Mom saw this and told me to kill him. It was like ordering me to clean my room,

I took a pitchfork and plunged it into him. But when I did, he turned into an open notebook. The pitchfork created a line of perforation down the pages, near the margin. I ripped the pages out of the book.
And he was dead.