Porntastic

I got lazy this weekend, so I didn’t write my dreams down. But I did commit them to memory so that I could post them later. This weekend was like late night Cinemax, only more explicit.

Saturday:

I was a Japanese woman, and I had rented myself a Japanese man. I was at some kind of RV show, looking to purchase an RV. I was in some stands like at an athletic field, silver aluminum risers, and they were mostly empty; just a few old men in the stands. I had the Japanese stud perform his duties at the top of the stands, by the announcer’s box. He was a little afraid of discover, but being the hired help, he didn’t have much say in the matter. My hands were against the box, I was bent over, and it was hot.

Sunday:

I was surfing porn on the internet, and the categories had gotten ridiculously specific. I clicked on one, it was labeled “high moms.” The loading graphic was a black and white animation of the style of a traffic sign of a woman giving head. When the movie loaded, it was of man with two women (presumably high moms). It was in a gym setting, and the man was standing, with one woman in front of him, bent over in half. The second woman climbed up on the man’s shoulders, facing him, and well, suffice it to say, they did some raunchy things, most of which were sexy, some of which were physically impossible. I had to spend some time with Smurfy after that one.

Monday:

Less porntastic and much more creepy. I went to this lady’s house to lift weights with her. She was rich, and she didn’t have to work. Around the walls of the gym were pictures of her from her beauty queen days. She was a beauty queen in the eighties. She still looked the same. She wore the eighties work out clothes, had the same hair and make up, it was creepy. I was lifting weights, and her nephew came in. Her nephew had downs. He was grown. I don’t know if she told me, or I saw something, but somehow I knew that she wanted to do very inappropriate things with him. I left shortly afterword, and was riding in a car with my mom and sister, and they asked what was wrong, and I went into this lengthy description of how pathetic this woman was and how I was morally conflicted about her designs on her nephew, because while she was a sick puppy, she hadn’t done anything. I didn’t know if I should tell his mother. My mom said I should.