Well, it looks like I had to say that Boy Toy doesn’t dream anymore for him to start dreaming again. This one’s kind of funny, with a gloomy, nightmare-ish start that obviously refers to our vacation (cottage by the sea, bad weather…). Of course, it has to turn to kink, being conjured by Boy Toy’s mind. I’m sure shrinks would have a field day, trying to come up with some significance for these dreams… Be gentle, Boy Toy feels quite shy about exposing his mind so thoroughly. Enjoy!

We were walking towards a cottage that we had rented, yup, reference to the trip, and it was really fucked up because it was almost in the ocean but huge waves were coming in, so huge that it was scary to go even near the cottage. It was up on stilts later, it was getting worse and worse. This huge log was crashing against the stilts and I was trying to push it away while you were screaming to me that a wave was coming, it was kinda dark and gloomy.

Then we decided that we weren’t going to stay, or we were looking for the owner to tell them that this was dangerous and made no sense. I felt we got really ripped off or screwed over. And you were talking with locals, one was this old lady with a bucket, almost looked like milk bucket, yup, the real local look. And I was looking back at the cottage and the waves were even higher now, really stressed about where the fuck we were going to stay and trying to wonder if this was all normal as a cottage, like if there was a solution, move it? Block the waves… something I didn’t see or understand? Read the rest of this entry »