This dream contains sexual concepts that some may find distressing or offensive. Kindly stop reading if you think this may apply to you.
(It's quite amusing - I was just talking to one of my best friends last night about how my dreams have ceased to be sexual and then I have this one. Curiouser and curiouser...)
My brother and I were children (I perhaps eight, my brother about five - coincidentally the exact ages we were when we arrived in Australia from England) and we were with our father. We were in some dystopic setting, sort of underground - to be honest, it reminds me of the awesome train system in World of Warcraft. All the trains/carriages were full and it was for some reason essential to our survival that we get on one otherwise we would freeze to death. Time was running out. Eventually, we found one - it seemed to be disconnected from all other carriages and it was at a dead-end. We were about to get into it when we discovered that it was full of half-rotting prisoners. I couldn't bear the smell and my father was very stern that for survival we would have to. I insisted I couldn't, whereas my brother instantly jumped into the carriage.
It felt like some of them moved as if stirring from a very deep sleep. My father dragged out one of the prisoners and we both began to lay next to him. Unfortunately, he began to actually wake up - he wasn't dying. My father hopped into the carriage and told me to lie next to the prisoner. We were in trouble if this prisoner woke up. The carriage was open from the back and my father began to shout instructions to me. I was really confused as to why he wanted me to do what he told me to do.
My father told me to open the man's trousers. Still confused, I obeyed but struggled. The prisoner helped me. I recall quite vividly - he wore navy jean-like trousers, and the zipper and button at top were brass. The prisoner gently took out his erect member from his underwear. My father told me to put my fingers around it and stroke it. It was massive and again, I did as I was told but the pressure I put on it was too gentle. I stroked up and down the member and the prisoner told me to do it faster. My small hand struggled with this and the prisoner put his hand over mine, as if to show me, and we continued to stroke together.
I had no idea why anyone would do this - I'd seen my brother's member and it didn't resemble the prisoner's at all. I didn't understand the difference.
Eventually, the prisoner came, and he turned to his side to do so. I watched his facial expressions and kept asking my father, was he is in pain, was he in pain, why was he in pain. The prisoner finished and zipped up his trousers and explained to me that sometimes when people are really, really happy, it looks like they are in extreme pain. We both slept on our sides.
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The next part of the dream I remember is two Transformers (old-school, none of this new Michael Bay shit) in an alleyway. One was minuscule, the other massive. The minuscule one was begging next to a puddle. The large one then issued a command which effectively made the minuscule one commit suicide - by going face-down into the puddle. I heard the noise of electricity and water clashing. I didn't understand why the large one would do this - they were both Autobots. I watched in horror as the Autobot badge of the large one changed into that of a Deceptacon! He laughed the laugh of the comically evil.
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Then I'm fully grown and with a girl who I used to know all throughout primary and high schools, till we fell out due to her big sister's wedding. We were going shopping in this amazing underground (literally, not "underground" as in exclusive) market. I'd got into a shop and found a hideous belt. She sat nearby and we spoke to a man from Mauritius - I spoke to him in French. I found this beautiful but tacky fingerless glove/sleeve thing - it was made of stocking material and fluoro pink and black with a bit of lace trim. It was perfect for covering my scarred left arm! It even showed off a nice tattoo I had on my forearm (that which I do not have in real life).
She got angry and decided to leave without me. As she had my bag, I couldn't pay and so I left without this glove/sleeve. I got lost in the rabbit tunnels of the underground market till eventually I came across people from EMS having some weird version of Monday pub night. JW was there and was uncharacteristically nasty to me. There were several familiar faces and we ended up going back to some place to sleep. We were all paired up differently - as if our romantic partners in real life had been shuffled so we got someone else's partner. I was too dizzy to sleep.
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I was at some cafe and an old schoolmate walked in. I told him Bjork was covering Radiohead's "Everything In Its Right Place" and was shocked I'd never heard the cover before.
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Again, some amazing fantasy setting - a little similar to the grandeur of places in the third Lord of the Rings film. I was tall, stately, and dressed in ivory and apparently king (yes, I retained my female features but in this world was male) of this place. As I walked through, people would come up to me and link arms with me for a stroll and I welcomed them to do so. I wanted to be approachable to all. A woman came up to me, dressed in black and her bodice was jewelled black - it looked stunning. She asked me questions - hard ones, such as in all the kingdom, what would I choose as most important to keep? We walked for a while, arms linked and I told her I would like nothing more than to spend time talking and eating with my partner (who was female, and known to be female despite donning similar attire to my male-female self). She said that was a good answer. An old musty-smelling Jewish man then walked by my left side with me and sang a song. I did not know what the song was about but found it immensely comforting.
