Warning: This dream has some graphic gay sex in it. If that would make you uncomfortable, is unlawful in your state, or you are a minor, please don’t scroll down.
Dream 20030212, 5:30 AM:
I am walking into a room, it seems like I’m at the back of an area with stadium-style bleachers which lead down to either a field or a body of water; I really can’t tell what’s at the front of the space, except that it doesn’t seem to be any sort of event, just a large flat open space.
I walk down the stairs, and close to the front in the center there is a woman there who acts like she and I are supposed to carry out some sort of liaison there on the benches; I realize that she is the Queen, and although she is very beautiful I’m not interested. She is lying back on the bench, looking alluringly at me, and I just don’t feel it. She gets frustrated, and then seems angry, but it’s not like she’s angry because I’m rejecting her, it’s like it’s disrupting a plan or something. She starts writing a note on a large white bed pillow; it says something about “The Queen of Hearts.”
Then, I’m at the back of the room again, walking along behind a handsome and commanding blond man. He is the King of Hearts. We are walking toward the front of the room; I can see the Queen sitting on the bleachers still, surrounded by people. The man has an odd piece of flesh behind his left ear; it’s probably an eighth of an inch thick, two and a half inches wide and almost four inches long from top to bottom, and looks like one half of a Valentine heart, like it’s just tacked on behind his ear, but it’s obviously part of him. I reach out and touch it, and he says something about how I shouldn’t touch it, it’s the Mark of the King, and no-one should lay hands on it. At first, I’m walking along and he is in front of me; then, without any noticeable change, I look back and he is behind me. He is naked now, and it seems like he is at quite a distance; my image of him is like he is twenty or thirty feet away.
The dream takes sort of a horny turn at this point. The King of Hearts and I are walking through a building that sort of reminds me of a school or a library. There are couches and benches around the walls, and lots of windows. Some of the windows are higher up, with a brick wall below. We are looking for a location to have sex. I don’t remember negotiating or discussing this, it just seemed to happen. We stop at an area of big flat couches, and sort of settle onto one, and he leans over and starts opening the big glass windows right next to it. I try to explain that it’s not OK to do this right there where everyone can see, and he tells me that it’s a shame that we can’t do it next to the open window so that the air can come in and we can hear and see the outside world.
Then, there is a weird blurry segment. It seems almost like I wake up for a little bit. Then, I am in a room, it seems almost like I’m hiding in a small storage closet. I’ve got this blue gelly thing that is some sort of masturbation device, and I’m stroking it on my dick. There is a man in the room, he seems kind of creepy, but in a geeky way, not a threatening one. He wants the masturbation device, and he asks for it through the door, but I don’t want to give it to him. He calls it a lava-something, I forget the exact name. I keep telling him to go away.
I gain a degree of lucidity; not full-blown, but an awareness that this is a dream. I know that I really don’t want to be jacking off in the dream… I open the storage closet door and walk out of it, and down a hallway to the area with the couches. There is a cute little hunky blond guy here, and I sort of knock him down, not forcing him, but just being kind of rough; he seems to enjoy it, and doesn’t fight me. I pull down his pants, it looks like he’s wearing white painter’s coveralls, and push my cock into his ass. He grunts and squirms, and I recall very clearly the image of my cock sliding in and out. I say aloud, but mostly to myself, “God, I love banging ass.” He looks back, and asks if I’m using a condom; rather than argue even though I know it’s a dream, I grab one from the couch (we’ve moved to the floor somehow) and in one movement, pull my cock out, slip the rubber on it, and stick it back in.
I woke up, needless to say, with a hard on.