#jaye dreams

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I had a dream where I was a stunt person on the next Wonder Woman movie, a fucking Amazonian, and I met Robin Wright and long dream short it may have ended with me performing oral sex on her.

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Jaye sleeps. Her dreams no longer trouble her, but they remain mysterious. What does she dream of? The past? A memory? Could it be hers? If not, then whose?

The Aviar woman is tall & elegant, her tarsi & feet dark. Curiously, her feathers are nearly all white, unusual for her age. Ah, but... the inquisitive boy looks closer. Yes, there are splotches of reddish gold among her feathers. Curious, very curious indeed.

She continues to lecture her class in French. She is reading from what is fast becoming his favorite book, a story of a pilot & a mysterious boy, & the stories within that story. Many of the people within it remind him in some ways of his friends. So he listens, enraptured, until suddenly the bell rings, & he is snapped out of the wonderful dream of stars & tiny planets.

Shyly, he approaches the new teacher after class. "Bonjour mon élève. Comment ça va?" she greets him. "Ça va, bien," he replies. He searches through his memory for the correct phrase. "Uh, sil vous plait- uh, bonne- uhh..." She laughs in her lilting, musical way. "Non, non, it is fine, English will do. You are enjoying the story?" He rocks on his heels shyly. "Very much, Madame. I just wanted to thank you." She smiles warmly. "It is not often a student goes out of their way to thank me for simply reading to them. But I have rarely seen one so enamoured of this book than you. But unfortunately, I cannot stay long. I must return to my other work."

She tucks a few things in a bag & grabs an aviator cap off a stand, not unlike the one in the illustrations of the pilot in the book. What I wouldn't give for a hat like that, the boy thought. His teacher heads for the door, & the boy jogs after her. Once outside the small single-classroom building, she locks the door & tightens the leather straps of her cap. From a pocket on her bag she pulls out a pair of goggles. "À demain?" She asks the boy. "Will you be here tomorrow?" "Uhh, yes, I mean- oui!" She laughs again. "Tres bien, tres bien. Until then!" She stretches her massive arm-wings out to their full length, & the boy backs away hurriedly but continues to watch. Flight had always been a fascination to him, whether by Aviar or machine. Someday he hoped to build his own aeroplane. His teacher does one final check, then, with a running start, flaps her massive wings until she takes off into the sky. The boy watched her fly away, thinking of another boy, watching a man in a plane.

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Another dream... another time? Who can say...

She is always excited whenever he visits. Him, the one who always brings her such lovely books & reads stories to her. The last time she saw him, he promised that he would read to her something very different, but very interesting. As the flying machine touched down, she ran over, laughing. The man stepped down & loosed the straps on his aviator cap, laughing also. "What did I tell you about running up to me while the flying machine still makes noise, my student?" She screeches to a stop & shyly rocks on her feet. "Um, it's not safe?" she offered bashfully. "Yes, it's not safe," he replied. "A flying machine is very pretty, but also very dangerous. Only I know how to operate it. Maybe someday I will teach you, after my son learns. He is very eager as well."

She hops around on her feet around him. The machine's noise had long since stopped, & she was excited. "Wha'd you bring me? What are we going to read?" she pestered. He laughed again, in that broad, yet somehow musical way. "Alright, alright, you've waited enough, I suppose." He pulls a book out from his satchel. "I think you're old enough to understand, so today we're going to be reading from my favorite book." She stops quickly in her tracks. "Is it a boring book?" she inquires. He raises an eyebrow. "Boring? Have I ever read you a boring book? But I know what you mean," he chuckles. "No, this is a proper story. I had to find a version in the right language, but here." He shows her the cover, & her eyes widen in excitement. A small boy sits atop a small sphere of rock, looking out into a star-filled sky. A single rose planted beneath a glass case rests next to him. "Ooooh, what's it about?" she asks. "Many things," he replies. "I think you will like it very much. Come on, let's head inside & start reading." And together, they went off into the woods towards her home.

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Had some very pleasant dreams last night featuring Sebastian Stan, with lots of cuddling and kissing, before I woke up and felt genuinely sad that I had no such person irl to kiss and cuddle.

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Had a really nice dream [followed by a not so nice dream involving zombies that broke into a safe community, and I kept dying like a video game] where there was a really cute guy with this dark blonde hair and light green eyes who also thought I was really cute and we liked each other and couldn’t stop hugging, and I asked him why I couldn’t find someone like him IRL, I must have seen you somewhere since every face in a dream is one from RL, and he told me that his face was a combination of several people so I won’t be able to find him IRL and so I, and by extension him since it was my dream, were devastated and I asked him to keep me asleep for as long as he could so we could spend as much time as we could together.

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I had a really nice dream where me and a cute boy just cuddled together, I was so happy but I was really sad when I woke up.

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I had a dream where a cute American guy made me a burger, and I put beetroot on it, a typical Australian thing to do. He looked at me in horror as I ate my burger, asking why I would do such a terrible thing to my burger. I say that it adds a sweetness to the burger, but not like a dessert sweetness. I woke up wondering why I would give such a weird explanation.

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I had a dream where I was stuck on this ship and half of the people on it got poisoned with something gaseous and we all turned into self aware zombies.

 The first half i was just me trying to find a way to the half of the ship where I would be safe [I was a zombie]. I came across a room that Tom Hiddleston was in and I ran away and he ran after me and he was like “IT’S OKAY, I’M NOT GONNA KILL YOU” because he wasn’t infected. And so my character and his fell in love and it became his mission to protect me.

But then it changed and the second half of the dream was me watching basically the same plot but with two other people, one of which was definitely @thatsthat24 [both characters may have been him though, I recognised both people in the dream] and it was basically Romeo and Julio, or Warm Bodies.

Anyways, plot twist, it turned out that the ship’s principal [there was a school on this ship, idk] was the one that released this poison gas because he didn’t like half of the people on the ship and wanted to get rid of them. And then he turned into this Doomsday like creature a la Batman v Superman and somehow he was defeated, anyway, that was my dream.

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I had this terrifying dream where I went to visit the Queen and she told me that I had a pimple on my boob so I popped it but all this gunk came out and it turned out that each of my tiny fucking boobs was a cyst and by getting all the shit out I was left with no boobs