i’ve always been a vivid dreamer for as long as i could remember. for whatever reason though, the one i had last night was definitely the most intense i’ve had in a while. it started off with me running through this city i’ve never been to, but it was like dream me knew the place. i guess i was exercising, judging by the way i was dressed and how sweaty i was. anyway, for whatever reason, the dream cuts to me jumping around and running like i’m in a race or something while there’s this group of guys trailing after me and i’m laughing at them and taunting them like there’s no chance they can catch up to me, but they do end up catching up to me and huddle around me and i’m like oh well, guess you caught me, you win. and there’s maybe five or six of them surrounding me, and this lead guy i’m facing just goes to town and starts playing with my b**** through my shirt, in public mind you, while the other guys are cocooning, i guess you could say, around us and i’m getting really turned on like i’m practically climbing onto this stranger and dry h****** him while the other guys start to touch me too and before you know it i’m spread out wide with all these c**** dangling in front of me and every hole i’ve got has a c*** in it and i’m pretty f****** sure i’m covered in c** and i just keep asking for more. i never got to see how the end played out though, since i woke up just as i was about to c**. the mess in my p****** aside, i’m not gonna lie, it was a pretty good dream, and it feels really f****** nasty and wrong, but a part of me’s curious and actually wants that dream to happen in real life.