I remembered this dream when I walked down to my basement yesterday. I dreamt that the basement was flooded and my mom is reminding me that I need to go down and mop it all up.
She opens her room for the night, shoulders back sitting tall with confidence. The mood is relaxed, but with excitement. Her crown sits perfectly atop her silky hair, she is the Queen of the night. No one dares disrespect her for they will have at least a dozen men attack them at once. Her admirers surround her like a fortress, ready to give anything just to be in her presence. Her nipples press hard through her sheer bodysuit. Her look is stunning, fit and glowing with natural beauty. Her body moves before their eyes, a display of sexuality and art. Strict and sensual, she guides them through the night, filling them with pleasure and pain. Her time is pricelesss and nearly impossible to obtain. Teasing and toying with them she becomes rampant and filled with desire. She can barely take anymore as the sunrise begins to glow through her window… and that’s when he arrives. To take her away from them all. The only one who sees her deep inside, she can’t hide from him. This fills her with fear and discomfort, but that’s why she loves him–why he excites her. He knows exactly how to release everything built up inside her from the night. One of the many ways he loves to spoil his Queen. Her toes curl in ecstasy as they both reach the moment they have been longing for. He showers her with gifts and love as she curls up in the mountain of pillows behind her and her eyes flutter shut. He loves to watch her fall asleep, messy and exhausted from her work. And so ends the hot summer night, filled with sweat and satisfaction.
I don’t remember the beginning of the dream, but I had a fight with one of my friends and I felt she owed me an apology. She shows up at my door and when I open it she walks up close to me. The background kind of fades around her and she say I’m sorry right before she jams a syringe the size of a turkey baster hard into my stomach and I have no idea what she is injecting me with. My stomach is cramping and I say, “What are you doing, what is that?” I’m standing there holding my stomach, it’s starting to hurt really bad and then I wake up.
I want to become a cam star. I love the idea of being famous online and being a normal person where I live, though I wouldn’t be opposed to something bigger. I want to have a regular clientele and I want to be on the leaderboards regularly. I would make so much money I would never worry about having enough to pay bills ever again. I will be taking care of myself like it’s my job–well it is. I will exercise, eat right, get enough sleep and always make sure I have a little time for just me. I will have time to read, study and travel. I will be able to afford regular salon appointments and I won’t mind doing my nails because I will be on hiatus from that career. And I will feel great about myself too. I will love how I look and I will have so much more energy. I will have a really fun life. Tanned from the sun and happier from actually getting to absorb some Vitamin D. I’m going to be happier than I ever thought possible while always staying true to myself. I will have a beautiful natural look that is always on point. I will always stay true to my style as well and I will have my ideal wardrobe. I will always smell of Gardenia Woods and a perfume that compliments it. I will have grown to be much more humble than I am now. I will be much wiser and have learned an invaluable amount from my new career. I won’t live here anymore and I won’t care who knows what I do for a living. I would encourage people to be open with their sexuality and accepting of other people’s. And I will always stay in the flow. In fact, I will lounge in it like a lazy river. It’s where I need to be if I am to help other’s the best I can. So may the greatness and beautiful little gifts continue to multiply.