Dreams, they always fascinated me as the things I could not, not even dare to think I could do that in my dreams.
I could feel things like touching a woman's skin or vagina, butt, hair, boobs, or the back of her body, which I never did. It feels very real.
The whole story I make just to get some puss is soo perfect, feels like a movie.
But then, like good stuff, there is bad as well. Sometimes it's soo bad I can feel my heartbeat and sometimes just don't want to sleep.
People say dreams are us in an alternative universe, but I say it's like a TV, but for primitive humans. Like for practicing, seeing scary stuff or, when horny, seeing sex stuff.
I think that's all it is, and the reason people stop getting dreams is because they watch a lot of this stuff in real life. Their mind has nothing helpful left to play.
I started writing a dream blog, I think from 2025 or half of 2024. It has been pretty great. The more I write, the more dreams I saw and remembered.
Fuck, seems like the file in which I wrote observations of dreams has been lost. This blog is fucked.
Edit – I will also clarify that just because all those women come into my dreams, whom I fuck or who appear in any dream for any reason, that does not mean I love them in any way. Either, at that period of time, you were the only woman I had contact with, or you have a nice body. There is only 1 woman till now whom I fucked in my dream because of her personality or whatever people like to call it.