So I’m one of those people who’s got a vivid enough imagination when I’m awake... and so sometimes I have some really crazy fuckin dreams. And other times I have some kinky dreams. And last night I had a kinda fun, cute dream? That could possibly lead to kink? And is a rare but enjoyable scenario of mine.
Ok so it was real quick-- basically I was this younger dude who’d left his town behind to study magic in the wilderness with a witch.
And she took me up on a hill overlooking a valley. This was a gorgeous place, mind you. We’re not talkin’ Skyrim, all white and gray and brown. We’re talkin’ like some Uncharted 2 levels of pretty: big grassy hill with rocks and ledges to sit on, stream running through the valley, some trees and flowering bushes, more Disney than Harry Potter here.
And she was friendly and seemed eager to teach; she was more the ‘crystal ball and wrist bangles’ type than the traditional ‘pointy hat and broomstick’ witch. And she had these little targets down in the valley, little red and white and blue bullseyes. She could wind up and pitch a ball of energy like a baseball player, or just raise a hand and let the spell slowly float over and strike the target. Very accurate.
One of the targets was so far away it looked like something you could hold between two fingers-- a pill or a coin. She hit it anyway.
I exclaimed “wow, can you imagine being all the way over there and suddenly that spell hits and you’re like ‘oh no what’s happening to me’ as you start shrinking?” And I kinda wiggled my body and bent my legs to mimic shrinking.
She laughed. “With enough practice, you’ll be able to fling spells even farther than that. You can even learn to guide them onto a target, if you think you’re going to miss.”
heh. I mean that’s it, really? It was probably like a thirty second dream. But the POTENTIAL for a story or some kinky shenanigans... I had to write it down here.
