Butthole Fingering

2014-02-21

Another pair of dreams interrupted my dry spell last night, each one of them neat in its own way.

The first dream was straightforward enough: I was having sex with some woman. I'm not entirely sure if I ever even saw her face, but in the dream I could recall it and it seemed familiar. For the life of me, I couldn't describe it now.

There was no set-up to the dream. As far as I know, both of us materialized out of thin air and my dick was inside her before I even knew I existed. Our surroundings were nondescript, pure grey. It felt like I was sitting on a chair or on a bed, but I didn't see anything at all but her; even then, I only saw over her shoulder, into the grey nothingness that was our environment.

I could feel her, though. It was numbed and dry, as things usually are in dreams (I was probably dry-humping the mattress or something), but it was better than nothing I guess. She was straddling me cowgirl, our arms wrapped around each other in a close embrace, but the thing that stood out to me the most was her butthole.

I don't know why, but I was obsessed with playing with this chick's turd-cutter. I went in with my fingers, one at a time, not bothering to lube them up before entry. I started with my pinky and worked up to my middle finger, which went in hard, and she took it like a champ all the way down to the knuckle.

After having done this for a little while, I withdrew my fingers from her rear-end and looked upon them; no shit-stains, no blood, no reaction from her at all. I sniffed them and they smelled completely normal. I remember being somewhat disappointed in this development, which is where this dream ended and the next began.

The next dream was a weird concoction of several different things. It was part video game, part sci-fi/horror and part random interjection of family and friends.

The entirety of the dream occurred in some underground realm, maybe a series of connected tunnels than ran beneath the surface of a world, and everything looked like it was out of the set for the Doom movie. I was armed as I wandered this expanse of tunnels, and I seemed to be familiar with the system of passages. Moreso than average, in fact; the family and friends involved were surprised by how well I could navigate these miles of dreary gun-metal-grey corridors and caves.

The two primary figures in the dream were my friend Matt and my father. Matt lived at one end of the tunnel system and my father lived at the other, and apparently I was acting as a courier of sorts since I seemed to be running things back and forth between them. They were working together on something clandestine, but don't ask me what it was because I couldn't say.

There was an especially hazardous section of no-man's-land that separated the colony in which my father lived from Matt's, which is where some of the video game elements showed themselves. Every time I traversed this area, I would get 'points' flashing on my 'screen' for having done so. A quest marker would get ticked and I'd know that I had accomplished something impressive.

Another place where the game-like nature of the dream revealed itself was an instance where my father, since he ran out of money to give me as part of a 'quest,' committed in-game suicide because he knew that he would respawn and that I could loot his corpse for extra cash. It was weird. His body even faded into nothingness, like in NWN.

At about that point, the dream ended.