Dream – March 25, 2011
Today, I dreamed of the beginning of the end of the world: the world decided to release radiation. It was unclear why, but apparently, it was the only way to deal with some kind of disaster, and it was supposed to affect everyone, meaning all of humanity would be affected. Even the press announced it – this is the beginning of the end, and they gave predictions about when the final end would come. The feeling was very strange: everything in the world was disrupted, everything was twisted. What was once taken for granted no longer affected people at all; they stopped being obligatory, and real “survival” began. Some people rushed to do whatever they wanted before everything ended. Others, on the contrary, turned to spirituality and quickly sought peace and enlightenment within themselves. Many people were confused and wandered around in distress. The most striking thing was that everyone began to feel something completely new, as if all processes had sped up drastically.
Dream – March 27, 2011
Angelina Jolie kissed me on the lips and said, “Natasha, I love you.” Aunt Nina gave me a box with many bottles of pastel pink nail polish. A frozen bird, literally sitting on a branch with its eyes wide open, very orange, and rather large (about twice the size of a pigeon), appeared outside the window. There were large, fluffy chicks in a nest just below the branch. Somehow, they flew up to my window and fought with Danya. Unfortunately, one chick got unlucky – Danya seriously hurt it, and all sorts of stuff poured out of it. I had to catch it while it was running alive down the corridor, losing everything, and throw it back out the window. There was an immeasurable number of household spirits and other “fairy-tale” characters, mostly playing tricks on Danya at night: scaring her, gluing white paper over her eyes… In general, I decided to leave that “nasty” apartment, but just as I was about to, my body decided it was time to wake up.
April 29, 2011
I was a small, slender girl with wheat-colored hair and long, thin legs like matchsticks. He was a tall, athletic blonde. And he was captivated by me. He came into the small room by the beach where I had stayed to rest with five other girls, sharing the room like in a summer camp. He waited while I changed, and then, gently taking my hand, he led me down the crowded beach full of buildings, people, and tents. I needed to put on strap shoes, but he wouldn’t let me even bend over. Kneeling, he carefully took my feet and fastened the straps of my right shoe, then my left shoe. In gratitude, I bent down to kiss him on the cheek, but he turned his lips towards me, and we ended up sharing a wet, burning, and incredibly tender kiss, with his gray eyes sparkling with a smile.
I was wearing a short, light skirt and a big summer sweater. He was also dressed in something light. And we walked — two shining wonders — along the bustling beach, looking ahead, because we weren’t going anywhere; we were just walking together. We were high on the fact that we were together. I was high because I felt good. I was high because he liked me. I was high because he was so beautiful. I was high on the beach, the ocean, the mountains, and the evening. And he was high from pride — that I was by his side, that we were walking like two shining beings, and the world revolved around us.
We were in the water. I fell into the rolling sea and swam on my back so quickly that the shore quickly started shrinking. Then I swam back — also very quickly. And he was somewhere near me in the water. I knew he was there; I felt him… I climbed out of the water, wet, and ran home to change. I barely managed to pull on a long sweater that covered me like a dress when he came running and pulled me outside to show me something. Bare beneath the sweater, I yielded to his force but soon realized that this would take longer than a few minutes, so I asked to go back to at least put on underwear. He got terribly excited at the thought that I was completely naked under the soft sweater. He knelt down and gently slid his warm hands up my legs.
Despite the incredible heat and desire, I stopped him and pulled him back home, trying to escape the gazes of the crowd…
These were the dreams from Thursday to Friday. 🙂
Dream – May 20, 2011
In general, the whole dream was like an adventure movie – very interesting and very beautiful. But this moment just killed me. I dreamed that I, suffering from extreme thirst, leaned over a little fountain in some building where I had come with friends. However, the fountain was more like just water in a bowl on a high pedestal. After drinking a little, I realized I wanted more and took a few more sips. As they watched me, my friends started changing their faces and losing their lower jaws. What they saw seemed so incomprehensible that I began to worry. However, my fear of the unknown quickly dissipated, and another one took its place: what have I done, and how do I undo this?
I felt that a beard was starting to grow on my face. And a mustache. But that wasn’t all. My chest deflated, and I felt that where my breasts used to be, a beautiful muscular definition began to form… a male chest. My soft belly started to disappear, making room for… defined abs! My shoulders broadened, my hips narrowed, and very beautiful quadriceps appeared on my legs. My hair suddenly became short… I looked in the mirror and realized – that’s it, I’ve become a man. It turns out that the water in the bowl was magical, and there was a spell on the mirror next to it. By reading it carelessly, I activated the magic…
The most amazing thing about all of this was how intensely I felt the transformation process! I immediately ran to the room where I was staying (probably in a kind of temporary pioneer camp) with a couple of other guys. Still in my female clothes and for some reason still speaking in my female voice, I said to them, “Guys, do you know what happened to me? I can show you!” – and started tearing off my shirt and the now unnecessary bra, exposing a beautifully muscular male chest!
The guys were certainly impressed, but they didn’t fully believe it. I said I could show them something else, which they asked me not to do. But for reassurance, I grabbed myself by the private area, felt some very real “tools,” and confirmed that, yes, maybe not very large, but it was there! I then thought that if it was about 10 cm when it was flaccid, it surely could be… well, what am I saying?
In any case, I behaved like a true man, full of testosterone. It was, I must say, a unique experience. The guys teased me, saying that my first pee would be extremely funny. I couldn’t (or, rather, couldn’t) understand why. But I never managed to do it in the dream because the morning woke me with its light and sounds. I woke up as a woman again. The magic had faded. Not in the sense of sleeping, but in the sense of falling away. However, what difference does it make? Maybe the magic was just sleeping and dozing while I woke up. The fact remains: I enjoyed being a man. I didn’t mind shaving every day, as long as I didn’t have periods, huge breasts, or the need to be liked. My solid, toned body was amazing, and I couldn’t wait to use it.
It’s a shame dreams rarely have sequels.