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I thought I was done with the weird dreams until I found myself in a very familiar place doing something very unusual. I was sitting in the place where I got my tattoo done and talking to random tattoo artists. This lady walks in and says she wants something done on her collarbone/shoulder area but has no idea what she wants, but vaguely mentions that she wanted something like a star, much like what I had.

So I found myself drawing a shooting star formation for her on her neck. It seemed like the most logical thing to do, except when I woke up I wondered why the hell I drew something like that.

I walk furthur in the store and find a total stranger getting ready to be tattooed and asking me to fish a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, while his own tattoo artist was trying to ventilate the room since he was effectively going to smoke in an air-conditioned room in a fully air-conditioned building.

I walk out of the room and find myself on some strange street in a strange place, where I walk into another strange shopfront with people I don’t know. This shop was empty, ready to be transformed into (you guessed it) yet another tattoo parlour. The owner of the shop (who is my best friend – supposedly) is pissed off and frustrated, and we head outside for a smoke and a drink.

A group of giggly schoolgirls on tour walk past and one of them whispers conspiratorially and pointing in the general direction of our shop that it belongs to some famous person (or something like that). They all rush into the shop next to ours, but in the process somehow, manages to close our shop door. Amazingly, the shop is now fully furnished and opened for business, except that its closed.

If that isn’t strange enough, I find myself having to run home to get my dog because it’s home alone. For some reason, I live in a snazzy apartment block on the 15th floor, which has glass elevators to bring me all the way up. The corridors are tiled with shiny silvery marble and the entire building is fully air-conditioned with floor to ceiling windows.


I dreamt of you again.

But it was funny how I even knew it was you. In my dream you were too far away, too distant, and your face was blurred.

Like in real life, too far away and too distant.


I had a strange dream last night.

It involved someone who has read this blog from time to time and a threesome in the living room of an apartment we apparently share.

A dream involving a threesome between housemates, the ultimate fantasy for some, no?

Oh, it was an MMF, not an FFM. 😉

Yet Again.

We were in your room, on your bed, kissing hungrily. I was surprised at how fast it all happened, and even more surprised at how soft your lips felt, and how smooth your skin was.

Our clothes came off, and my nipples became rock hard when they came into contact with yours. We were hungry for each other, and our hands were soon all over each other. My lips, now on your nipples, and my fingers were now in between your legs, massaging your clit. I was searching for an answer.

But I found none.

So I put my lips to your pussy, and my tongue flickered across your clit. You moaned. This is my first time, I say.

It’s ok, I’ll guide you.

So as my tongue went circling around your clit, your hands guided my fingers into your pussy. You were wet and you smelt so good. I slided one finger in, and moved slowly in and out.


I pushed another finger in, and pumped harder, as your moans get louder and louder, I lick faster. Your hands are now on my head, pushing me closer to your scent. I use my other hand to grab your breasts, squeezing it gently, massaging it slowly.

Before you’ve reached your peak, you stop me.

Now it was your turn. Before I knew it your finger was on my clit this time, and you had one finger in me. I writhe on the bed in sheer agony. It felt so good, yet it was so wrong.

I reach down and continue exploring your insides, still wet with the excitement earlier.

And as we fucked each other with our fingers, I feel your nipples on my lips, and yours on mine. You then stop my hands, yourself withdrawing from me, and the next thing I felt was your soft, wet pussy on mine and we’re rubbing against each other.

Oh fuck, it felt so good you didn’t even know.

As we both lay there afterward, I trace my finger along your breasts, silently worshipping your body.

I was looking for answers.

But I still didn’t find them.

The Other Woman

(One of the perks of having a disturbed soul like mine is that I get the weirdest dreams, evar. Although I must say here that not all my dreams involve sex, or something related. As you would know, they sometimes involve vampires, fast cars and gargoyles. 😉 )

I had just moved into a new apartment in the East Coast area with a couple of bosom buddies. As we’re all busy with preparing the place, moving things in, moving things around, putting things up, you appear at the door.

I’m here to visit, you say.

I let you in, visibly arrived straight from work, still in your work shirt and pants. You sit around staring at me, while I have no idea why you’re here and what you’re doing here. We have previously had no sexual contact and having only met once, I’m obviously baffled.

But I ignore all that, I try to be civil with you and I go on about my chores.

Then you get up, walk into my bedroom, and start undressing. Still, I’m ignoring you. For some reason I expected you were here for a booty call, and you were going to make sure you got it.

You get changed into something more comfortable and lie on my bed, before long you fall asleep. I turn on the air-conditioning so you can sleep more comfortably and I start to put up the curtains on my room windows. You wake up and wrap your arms around me. I don’t budge, nor am I surprised. Your hands move up to cup my breasts as I feel your hot breath on my neck. You push up my t-shirt and the sports bra I’m wearing underneath to massage them, and I turn around to kiss you on your lips. A intended peck turned into heavy kissing.

Then we’re interrupted by the sound of the phone ringing.

Flustered by what just transpired I ran out of the room to find out who was calling.

It was your wife. On my house phone.

You walk out of the room. You have to go, now. Your wife is on the phone, asking for you.

You look just about as confused as I am, but you refuse to go until I insist you do.

After you leave, your wife turns up at my house demanding an explanation.

(It’s strange how we often seem to dream of random things, but I have a strange feeling I know what all this is about. After all, its always the person who proves to be most elusive that we want the most. The rest who offer themselves freely to us, we often ignore.)

Here’s something new.

Everyone has had the fantasy of fucking a hot woman. By everyone I mean both men and women. Let’s face it, everyone has had the fantasy of making out with a hot woman.

So you can imagine when you’re in a dream when you’re half conscious, and in the dream there is a woman, petite, slim, firm breasts, long jet black hair, fully naked and she’s leaning towards you. Before you know it, both of you are locked in a firm embrace, kissing wildly, fingers dancing on each others’ skin, lips moving into the right places to send each other into ecstasy.

Soon, your hips are locked in am embrace, legs are tangled around each other, and your bodies are rocking each other into sheer euphoria. Your moans, screams, sighs combine into one, and somewhere, along your semi-consciousness, back into reality, you feel a tingling sensation, a spasm surging throughout your body and culminating in your hips.

And in that second, your dream dissolves and you’re thrusted back into reality.

and again.

The weird dreams saga seemed to have died down with me moving home. At least, that was what I thought. Apparently, the busier I am in the day and the more tired I am when I go to bed, I tend to dream the more weird dreams.

This time, there were two.

It was at some cafe and I was with an entire group of friends, waiting for him to appear because I had invited him to. In fact, I had also taken the liberty to reserve and order in advance, a lavish meal for two. The time came, he didn’t appear. My phone beeped and it was a call from him, who flusteredly mentioned that he was on his way, and almost there.

I waited, and he never arrived.

The next was even more interesting.

I was peering out of my window across the block of flats opposite and there were a group of people on the top of the building, messing around with some equipment. Among them I spotted him, and excitedly ran back into the house and into my room to text him on the phone.

The reply was just, strange, although not unfriendly.

Yet another.

Strange dream again. This time my family had made millions from organising stage events and I was the main organiser of Phantom. Yes, very very strange. I dreamt that it was before the event and there were people who were part of the team working on putting everything together, from props to costumes. I saw myself running around buying food for the team,  having breakfast with them, and having early morning meetings.

I saw myself running to Starbucks to get my caffeine fix, and bumping into someone who was presumably part of the team and who supposedly was interested in me because he was shamelessly flirting with me in my dream. I did manage to get a glimpse of his face though, and he was pretty cute. Damn.

The only reason why him shamelessly flirting with me didn’t work was because I was supposedly taken, by this guy whose face I didn’t manage to see but whose lips I managed to kiss. Even though I didn’t quite manage to take a peek at his face, perhaps it was because of the mystery that surrounds him, but in my dream he felt like someone who had great captivating power, someone of a certain stature perhaps, I wasn’t sure.

Once again, it was one of those dreams which leave you feeling all nice, warm and fuzzy inside.

The most amazing thing about the whole thing was that, I woke up in the middle, went back to sleep, and the dream continued right where it left off.

Interesting, eh?


It was exam season and I was walking about, looking for a place to study. I stopped outside my favourite-because-its-the-most-affordable chinese restaurant and realised with amusement that they had renovated the interior. It was now more hip, possibly to attract the younger crowd and to keep up with their competition.

I walked in, and to my surprise there was no one who would serve me and bring me to my seat, so I walked further into the restaurant and scanned the crowd, everyone was roughly my age, no familiar faces. I sighed and pointed to a table for two with cushioned seats by the window and asked the waiter who had suddenly appeared and stood by me, “Can I sit there?”

I settled into my seat fairly quickly, and while staring at the menu I looked out the glass panels. It was dark. Really dark. The restaurant overlooked this part of the building, which apparently, had built this gargoyle-like creature on a platform jutting out of the building. Then it started to drizzle. But in the rain I could make out the appearance of this gargoyle. It was set in dark stone, in the image of a man. A man with short hair. Every other second the gargoyle would move and sway, seemingly to the wind coming from the rain but I gathered that he was probably mechanized in some way. A mechanized gargoyle.

The gargoyle was bent over his squatting knees, hands out by his sides. When he moved, his hands would sway, and his head could turn, and every now and then his head would be able to move upwards, and I was able to see his face. But I could see nothing more than two huge round blue eyes. He was a gargoyle, but his eyes were filled with emotion. Real, human emotion.

That was when I sensed a familiarity with it, almost like in another place, in another time, we had met. We had known each other. I just didn’t know where. I knew I had seen him before, possibly as a gargoyle, possibly not.

This had all happened in my dream. When I woke and thought of what I dreamt, the mental image of one person popped into my head.

And now the gargoyle in my dreams won’t go away.

Yet again.

It happened again, with 3 different men on 2 separate occassions. If I had anymore weird dreams like this, the OCD in me would feel compelled to start a category just for my weird dreams.

Anyway, the first was strange enough. I was someone’s girlfriend, but was secretly attracted to someone else, who was a relative of the person of whom I was a girlfriend to. I knew both people, and have had a short bout of attraction towards the one I was attracted to in the dream. The funny thing was that he knew I was interested in him, and there was this whole under the table thing going on which I couldn’t quite comprehend with my groggy mind when I was awake.

The second was just out of this world.

I was a new staff at some company dealing with I don’t know what because all I did in the dream was to check my emails and help with the cleaning of the glass doors because the cleaner was on leave and we all had to chip in, all at the same time being very very afraid of the big boss who only saw you twice a year in his office.

Suddenly fear turned to enjoyment when it seemed the worst was over and I found ourselves having beer and drinks at some party. And then all the colleagues seemed to disappear apart from myself, two other guys and one other girl, and even though I seemed to have this secret relationship going on with one of the guys, I had no qualms about passionately kissing BOTH of them at the party.

How’s that for weirdness.

Did I mention in that dream the boss was a big bad werewolf and we were all creatures of the dark/underworld (vampires, ghouls, etc) with differing powers?

Oh, and both men & myself ride big bad bikes.

AND I was in a skin tight leather suit.

I think, eventually, my dreams would be more interesting to read than my now non-existent sex life.  The horror.

Weird Dreams continued.

Magic Mushrooms!

My adventures with weird dreams continues.

In both dreams on two separate nights, it was between me and this other person, both of whom I’ve only met once. In the first dream he was helping me with some school project, and in my dream the camaraderie between us was just wonderful. We joked and talked and chatted like close friends, and I found myself introducing him to parts of my life.

In the second dream I needed help with something else. I can’t quite remember what but it involved some degree of blood and gore, somehow. Just like the dream in the previous night with the other person in it, the connection with this one was interestingly stronger than what we have in real life. Afterall, I’ve only met him once, we had dinner, we chatted, that was it. No follow-ups, no nothing. But in the dream it was like we knew each other forever, and he was there to help me get out of whatever I got myself into.

In both dreams, they seemed to my knight in shining whatever.

Do I really need rescuing that much?

Super Hero.

I had the trippiest dream ever.

You know, the kind where you suddenly possess all sorts of superhuman powers and you can do just about anything? This was, somewhat like that, except that in my dream, all of a sudden my entire clan was being wiped out by some other family and all the men of seniority were being held hostage by this supposed enemy.

The rest of the family is reduced to hiding in obscure parts of the huge mansion that once belonged to us, while supposed enemy tries to locate every single one of us remaining souls and tries to get rid of us.

It gets even stranger.

I suddenly find out I am being hunted to death, and at the same time realise I have an ability to turn myself invisible and hide in closets (don’t ask why). I escape certain death and make it to be reunited with the rest of the family at some godforsaken corner of said mansion. At night, we celebrate, and my brothers and I risk being discovered by supposed enemy to head to Cold Storage and get (what else?) some beer to celebrate. Armed with $10 in my pocket and the power of invisibility, I grab a 24-pack of Chang beer, paid $9.40 for it and leave as quietly as I came. Along the way I meet with close shaves which involve said enemy sending people to Cold Storage to look for members of my family.

Oh, did I also mention that I was able to maneuver effortlessly when jumping off one level and sliding down onto another?

Ab-so-fucka-lutely Trippy.

I think I ought to stop watching Heroes.


I dreamt of someone this morning. It was an utterly strange dream.

I dreamt I was at a party, I got back to my hostel after that to clean up and received an sms from him. He said he was done with reservist and that he misses me.

Then he called, and he asked what was the status of our relationship. He has a girlfriend, and I have a boyfriend, and we only had sex once, and yet he was asking what I wanted out of it. Strange.

Even stranger because the person in question is not at reservist right now, and that I know that he will NEVER ever ask me something like that.

They say dreams always have a deeper significance, I wonder what this meant.

Weird Dreams.

Awhile ago, I was sleepless. Now, the physical and mental effects of studying for exams are finally taking its toll on me. I crave sleep, not only that, I manage to accomplish the amazing task of sleeping for 8 hours straight, wake up for breakfast, study for 2 hours, and then sleep for another 3 more hours. That’s like 11 hours of sleep people, much more than I have ever slept on any day in this entire semester.

However, I suppose some being up there really hates me because, while I do get to rest and sleep, I also get dreams. Very, very weird dreams.

I was suppose to meet this supposedly new fuck buddy of mine in his hostel for a quick fuck. So I was in my hostel room I grabbed my stuff and went down to meet him. We fucked, I gave him a blowjob. Then I realised he was the Boyfriend’s new neighbour, to make things worse, some bitchy guy entered the BF’s room, which I have magically transported myself into, and starting accusing me of all things. The BF not only did not chase him out of his room, but agreed with that the guy said! (Nothing to do with my infidelities). Pissed, I grabbed all my stuff and stomped out of his room, not forgetting to break up with the BF in the process.

Weird? That’s not too bad, it was what happened during the sex that was just utterly out of this world.

So I’m fucking this guy, and I’m giving him a blowjob, and then I realise I’ve developed a strong dislike for cum, and so I refused to let him cum in my mouth. Instead, he came all over the bedsheets and floor, and boy, can this guy cum. Anyway, I was licking and sucking him, he was somehow squatting and half bent over. Seriously, I don’t care. But halfway through giving this strange guy a blowjob, I opened my eyes and I SAW HIM LICKING HIS OWN DICK!!

What the fuck?!?

It seriously cannot get any weirder than this.