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ExSteelAgain -> Nightmares and BDSM (8/23/2006 3:31:43 AM)
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She told me the other day that she had a nightmare that left her confused and fearful after she woke up for an hour or so. That got me thinking about my own nightmares. Do you think that those into BDSM have nightmares that are related to our play? We had scened the day before her nightmare and I know my dreams often have that theme in some ways. My dreams come at two different times of the night. The first time is my affliction with the number 11:11. I will always look at the clock at 11:11. Why I do that, I have no idea, but I’ve often thought it was a message like in Close in Encounters. Remember the mountain fixation? There are many of us with that. Okay, so sometimes, I wake up with a dream when I’ve gone to bed early, but more often my nightmares come in early morning around 4. My last nightmare left me HEARING my heart beating. I mean these are much more than dreams of being naked in public or someone catching you masturbating. I can hear better during these times. My ears are especially tuned into the slightest sound. I have to hear the monsters creep up on me, you know. Now, don’t laugh, but the last monsters I fought were like silver chickens. They could fly in and attack me from all directions like in War of the Worlds. Know what saved me? My trusty blue and black suede flogger. I could snap those things out of the air and they would poof into little mushroom clouds of feathers. I flogged hard, fast and at all angles in a life or death frenzy. Poof, poof, poof. My dick shrinks up so small during these attacks that I’m sure it will never be a sub teasing tool again. It is scared as hell and hiding. I wake up thirsty for water and drink a couple of glasses trying to rehydrate my dick to life. I squeeze it in a sort of rhythmical CPR to bring it out of ventricular fibrillation. Could it be that Doms and subs alter our biochemistry during our play enough to cause nightmares? Do we release the Acme Hormone Moving Company that drives down our street in the dark, packs up our peaceful sleep into this scary, psychedelic painted, moving van? Is it guilt? Do I unleash a psychological monster from outer space that can make me hear my heartbeat? I didn’t do anything that day that I am ashamed of. I had used her ass like a drum for my hands and toys. I loved it, she loved it. Later, I may have had evil thoughts of raping and pillaging half the women on the CM board, but I always have those. It was a normal day of abnormal play and thoughts. Could it have only been the Domly Slim Jims and beer I had after the scene? Do you folks have nightmares that you relate to BDSM play?
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