Had a dream where I was passing through this city sector that was falling apart due to negligence, incompetence and corruption. The city council had hired me to go around and fix things. So I was trying to talk to the foreman of some construction company who was hacking up concrete pillars to grind up into backfill for other projects, telling him to stop stealing or I would destroy him. On my way out of there, this asian foid corners me and invites me into her apartment.
Turns out she's a total BSDM noodle whore slut and is the madame of an all femoid sex cult. The madame has decided that I am going to join and will be initiated into the cult as the only guy. I get tied up and then she asks one of her submissive slaves to suck me off. The slave refuses with a look of worry and disgust on her face. I feel extreme anxiety and then suddenly, it was like I was wearing a mask and it fell off, or I had a magic spell improving my face and it wore off. My true face was revealed and everyone was laughing at me. Felt extreme malice and hatred directed towards me. They then cast me out of there, a trap door opened and I fell into it, and was sliding down this ramp, out into a lagoon where I struggled to swim because I was still tied up. Felt like I was drowning in my dream.
Why do our dreams torment us so?
Turns out she's a total BSDM noodle whore slut and is the madame of an all femoid sex cult. The madame has decided that I am going to join and will be initiated into the cult as the only guy. I get tied up and then she asks one of her submissive slaves to suck me off. The slave refuses with a look of worry and disgust on her face. I feel extreme anxiety and then suddenly, it was like I was wearing a mask and it fell off, or I had a magic spell improving my face and it wore off. My true face was revealed and everyone was laughing at me. Felt extreme malice and hatred directed towards me. They then cast me out of there, a trap door opened and I fell into it, and was sliding down this ramp, out into a lagoon where I struggled to swim because I was still tied up. Felt like I was drowning in my dream.
Why do our dreams torment us so?
