Anonymously. I had a dream today. I'll try to tell you what I remember. I mean...

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Anonymous.
I had a dream today. I’ll try to tell you what I remember. I mean some knight is seeking the love of another princess. But I don’t quite succeed in this because I’m very old and have two children behind me. But the love between me and her burned so strongly that we overcame all public resonance and met. In general there was passion. But I know that I have a risk, if I commit dishonor on a princess, I must either perform a ritual like “harakiri”, or turn into .... a prickly cactus!))) And the princess either jumps off a cliff or turns into a bird , which cannot fly. In a word, we chose suicide.
But. After death, I turn into a cactus. And I see myself branched, tall, with branches in the shape of my members and terrible needles. And the princess, jumping off the cliff, turns into a running bird, like a dodo.
What’s most interesting is that we continue to want each other and don’t know how to make it happen. And the princess is forcibly held around me by a whole field of small cacti. So we suffered, suffered. Me with my risers branches. And the bird, desperately screaming, walked around the thorny barrier, not knowing how to approach me. Finally, she could not stand it and rushed with a heart-rending scream through the living thicket of cacti, tearing her body, feathers flying in shreds. And the cacti stubbornly did not let her in. All wounded, the bird finally overcame the barrier and approached me exhaustedly. And the forest of small cacti began to shrink menacingly around us. And then the princess threw herself on my thorny branches in the form of phalluses and poured into me, merging with me with her weakened body, completely disappearing from existence.
And I turned back into a lonely knight without fear and reproach, without dreams and love.
I wake up with a wild hard-on and it feels like SHE has just pressed herself against me, I feel her familiar smell, the touch of her hair and the pink tint of her wet lips.
I’ll dream about something like this! I still couldn’t remember the details, but the dream was so heartfelt and sensual that it seemed more obvious to me than a cold November morning. And besides the boner, my sentimentality was expressed in silent tears flowing onto the pillow.
Many years ago I was widowed, having lost my only beloved.
But for that November night to play on me so deeply.
nOf course, you can joke about the post, express your caustic comments.
But the dream is really strange, crazy, absurd and piercing to the very roots with its symbolism.