The Fabula Rasa

Okay Blog, I had the weirdest, oddest sex dream last night. Like dreams, they sometimes make no sense. Yes, I remember my dreams with extreme clarity. I don't make these details up.

Let's describe the fashion that all the people had on. Best way to show an example is Madonna's Vogue performance for the MTV Awards '90. It was 18th century France fashion. I had a daring decolletage showing with a full skirt, adding all the frills and lace to it (even a few bows - eww). My hair was like Madonna, I felt curls going down towards my chest, hiding my chest. It only gave a peek of my cleavage when I moved. The men  were wearing those vest, coats, knee length pants that showed off white stockings and buckled shoes. 




Now off to the events.


It started off as two women (someone else and I) and two men were walking through Co-Op City next to the highway where Checkers is located. As we are walking there is a sexual tension in the air. I am aroused but have not chosen a male to satisfy me. 


The location transformed itself into a garden, the type without flowers and off to the side was a small iron table. We all end up on the floor leaning on our side. While I was leaning to my right, the male across from me was leaning towards his left. His right hand on the groundd in front of him. His right leg crossed his left one. His outfit was in the baby blue tones. The eyes were brown, skin was white, and he had a lean figure. His face was covered in white powder, red cheeks, painted lips, a fake mole on the top left side lip, and a white wig.  This wig curled over his ears but much bigger than the picture shown. He was staring at me, a look that said he wanted to gobble me up. 

I put my left hand on my hip and slipped it into a pocket in my dress. In this pocket.....was the inside of a tampon all bloody with a wrapper around it. I was disgusted that it was in my dress. While I was holding it out in the middle of the circle, the man plucked it from my hand, unwrapped it and started to suck the blood off the tampon!! While he sucked, he kept staring at me intently. I guess he thought this was arousing but boy was it NOT. The man kept sucking as if it was a lollipop.  Than the dream scene changed.

The location changed to being in a mansion. It's walls were a dark gold with brown wood furniture. There is a staircase the leads down into the basement. French glass doors separated the grand room from the hallway. The grand room had wood flooring, gold french glass doors leading to the garden, golden chairs with red leather and .... a bar on the left side. There was a small piece of wall that led from the hallway doors into 1/4 of the room.

 A man followed me into the room (brown hair, brown eyes, lightly tan complexion, lean form, maybe 5'10 feet). He than pushed me onto the wall. Our bodies pressed together. We began kissing, our tongues stroked one another. My skirt was slowly being lifted, when I was free I wrapped my legs around his waist. My arms went from around his neck to ... magically a trapeze appeared for me to grab on (Thick rope attached to the ceiling that led to a triangle that I could grab by raising my arms above my head). Underwear also disappeared and he thrust inside of me. I moaned at how deeply he felt inside of me.

A few minutes later I began to hear people walking down the stairs, continuing on with the wall screwing I waited until the last moment they could possibly see us before dis entangling myself from him. I just arrived in the hallway when two men arrived, different from the other two earlier but same style of dress. In my head I said to hell with it, I want to keep screwing, if they watch they watch. Went back into the room where the man and I fondled each other but he didn't want to have sex anymore. Leaving him I went back into the hallway and the dream took the oddest turn EVER.

As I arrived in the hallway I knew I HAD to get off the floor. There was a worm like mass underneath the floor that can sense my movements through direct contact. Jumping onto a stringy woolly rug, I used a piece of wood to push myself towards the stairs. The bump on the floor kept circling me, waiting to grab me at any second. Finally making it to the stairs I ran up only to encounter a hallway that became a river of weirdness.








There were two pillars in the hallway river. The river itself was purple sluggish goo that contained hypnotizing black and white swirls, dots, and lightly dark orange curvy things. There was a cartoon monster with a bulbous head. Its eyes were round, its mouth open wide ready to it me, teeth that were rounded. I was swimming in the goo trying to get away from it. Kept getting distracted by the swirls and the pull of the river. Woke up still running away from the monster.

**Make the big monster smiling my accident, suppose to be upside down. Still learning to draw**

There were three separate dreams that transitioned into one another.

1 - there were two people, a man and a woman, with tan skin and white hair. Each had a brown cloak. Both were standing on grass with white coarse rock around them. They were in a valley with it's wall cut out like steps. In this valley was a city made of white rock. The two people were together when they faced a vision, a woman with brown hair in a plain soft looking gown, floating and moving to a breeze the others did not feel. She told them to run, run hard and fast. That they only had three minutes to get out. The man and woman packed brown leather bags which took them two minutes. The lady vision appeared again and said to forget the bags, RUN! A horse, its mane and coat white, appeared. The man climbed bareback onto the horse, pulling the woman behind him. They raced towards the dense forest and I sensed why we had to run. An atomic bomb, like the disaster of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, was upon them.








2 - The vision than changed. First let me explain the room. Three walls contain three arches. Out of the three, two have walls have faces on all the arches. The wall where I am standing has old armor between each arch. Each armor has a plume on their heads and where holding a spear. On the far wall where I was looking were two floor to ceiling windows in gold. All the furniture and arches were made of dark wood. There was a table in the far back wall containing books, the left table contained papers. The middle table was the worst. There was a puppet sitting there with a hat in straw facing a table that contained a globe on top. It's clothes were also dark. While light was pouring in from the windows, the room was still gloomy. Each space in the arch on the walls was pitch black.

I was child standing on the left of the three arches that faced the room. My right hand was touching the beam of the arch. A group of children ran ahead into the room but I held back in fear. I remember clearly a small blond hair white child disappearing into the last arch on the right side. Yelling out "No, I won't go in. I won't," the puppet slowly turned its head towards me, never moving his body. It terrified me even more and I ran backwards.






















3 - I ran into a white still gloomy hallway that veers right. I stopped. Never looking anywhere but down my chest, I saw through my peripheral a room with things inside. It was something white and red. A white Persian cat slinking towards my left leg. Than I went completely petrified....a deep terror, and I am not kidding, a soul wrenching terror entered me. I could feel my neck pulse bounding away, small tremors running through me and still I could not move. The cat suddenly climbed on it's back feet and sunk its front claws into my leg all while smiling.......a maniac evil smile like a cartoon.  Mix the chesire cat from alice in wonderland with a persian and add a dose of pure evil.

I start to feel like I'm on choking in fear...I still couldn't wake up. It started climbing and climbing until it reach my stomach. Saying again, "No, I won't" the cat replies, "You won't leave me."  The cat starts clawing into my stomach, shredding it six claws, three on each paw making deep grooves/lacerations on my stomach. Blood starts to pour from wounds, staining my white shirt. I could see the layer of fat attached to the skin between each cut. When the cat stops I could finally move and push the cat away. The cat converted itself into a demon, a lizard looking one which started to wind around upwards on my right arm. It lightly touched it's head to my jaw, anchoring its two front legs on my shoulder and it slithered. I felt the breeze of its tongue.........than I woke up.

Recently I dreamed I was in a forest. There was an open space in the forest, flat brown dirt. The space was in the shape of an oval with a "road" leading in. At the point where the road met the space, light filtered from the trees in a halo.

I was a knight on a white horse holding a spear and a shield. My face armor was pointy in the middle, like those seen in Beauty and the Beast.


I knew I had to survive for as long as I can and they will come in "rounds." Each round getting bigger and bigger.

First two goblins arrived holding full length shields. They had a head armor with the face shield up, a red feather on top that glistened gold in the light.

The goblins were ugly. No smooth skin, just bumpy dark gray skin with a hooked beak nose and ears that stuck out like elves. Their hands were clawed. Each standing straight and walking in unison.

I ran to them and struck them down with my spear than pulled back. I looked an the dead goblin's bodies were gone, in its place, six goblins arrived dressed the same way. Two rows, three goblins each. I got pushed back to the middle of the clearing. After trying them down, I ran towards the entrance again.

This time their were three marching goblins but two goblins on horses galloping towards me with their spears pointed. The spears on the right arm and smaller shield on the left. I ran the horse towards the end of the circle and knew I met my end. The two goblins struck me down. One face stayed, a goblin just laughing and laughing evilly.


This is an image of a similar face structure that was in my dream.

In the first dream a young woman gave me a golden straight haired child, a boy, to take care of. He looked to be about 2-3 years old. 


Days turned into weeks and she still never came back for her child. I called the police and the operator said they'll be there soon. When they arrived, it was two police women. One was Hispanic looking, brown hair in a bun with brown eyes and tanned complexion. I told them, "It's been two and a half weeks since she gave me the child. He is like a son to me now. The mother renounces her daughter and the daughter renounces her son. She will not acknowledge him." 


Scene changes. The grandmother of this child berates her daughter for leaving her son, for not accepting him.


He never left my arms when speaking about the child. His name stayed with me, Issaic. 


"She lives within six blocks of Washington Heights." The police women went to look for the mother.....


I felt a deep love for this child and didn't want to give him up. The dream changed but this scene stayed with me hours after I awakened. 

Hello Blog! It's been another while. My fiance today suggested since I always remember my vivid dreams to write them down in my blog so that is what I am going to do from now on, my own personal dream list. So last night's dream:

On a snow cap mountain, surrounded by windy snow that makes it difficult to see more than one feet in front of you, a group of travelers were continuing to scale the mountain. It is all snow and rocky terrain as they travel. The group had no discerning features other than completely brown with a mixture of physiques but undeniably one child was part of the group.  


All of the sudden I get a sense of danger, an appending attack from somewhere. That is when my point of view suddenly changes. 


Now I am in this house that is a mixture of chinese and american style, with walls gold, the floor was red and Victorian furnishing matching the color scheme. There were three goddesses and one child living in the house.  The goddesses were wearing delicate flowy(?) garments while the child was in a dress from the Victorian era.  


Goddess A was the owner of the house. She was the one who allowed the child to be with her mother, Goddess B, even though she was human. The owner also had a barrier on the front door preventing those who were not permitted to get inside.  


Goddess B was mother with a child who stay in the sitting room playing together. I remember the goddess sitting in a chair while the child, had pale skin with long brown wavy hair, was leaning towards her. 


Goddess C was dressed in red with pale skin and long hair. She was the goddess of the Winds. 


Goddess C suddenly vanished to the child that was traveling in the group up the mountain. He is laying on the floor on his back, naked, tan complexion with black hair, only in a loincloth. He looked at me with trusting eyes while I said to him over and over again I will save you.  She explains to him that she can try to bond them together by mixing their blood since he was not born from her womb. Pricking his and her thumb with her nail, she presses their thumbs together (her right and his left). While pressing, she prays in Spanish, "padre nuestro que estas en el cielo." She than takes her thumb and makes the cross on his forehead (only on the forehead saying - "en el nombre del padre, del hijo y del Espiritu Santo"), both eye lids, and inside the wrist under the thumbs. Grabbing him suddenly she wails and vanishes with him to the house. 


The goddess arrives inside the house and realizes the child was outside the front door. She speaks to Goddess A (in the formal sitting room) asking to allow her to save him, her child, to let him inside. This goddess refused. In anger Goddess C screams that "IT'S NOT FAIR! WHY DOES SHE GET TO HAVE HER CHILD?!"  In rage, the Goddess C tells Goddess B never to allow her child to be in the ocean or near her for she will kill the child. 


The goddess C vanishes to an open courtyard at the back of the house, facing the edge of the cliff, the winds raged in every direction, the pattern of the wind seen through the snow. It was a violent orchestra of wind's power. Her hair tossing her hair in everything direction, she yells, wails, and cries her sorrow in not being able to help her child. She than feels it inside that her child has died and lets out one final heart wrenching scream. 


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