Recent dreams of the subconcious mind

Over the last few weeks I've experianced a couple of profound, vivid dreams, in which my senses were so vividly stimulated, I could be lead to believe that they weren't actually dreams, but rather, actual events that will take place at some point in the future after a major change in the world takes place.

In my first dream, I was aboard a massive space craft, and was speaking with a young woman who was dressed in a halter-style, short black dress, and short black boots that stopped just below the knee.

This young woman was quite pretty, and everything about her lead me to believe she is a daughter that I never had here on earth, but I believe was taken from one of my exes during an alien abduction early in a pregnancy. I felt that this young woman was somehow helping me along, and guiding me in a way I have yet to discover, and the last words I remember from our conversation are:

"Are you going to have a sex change operation?"

and I answered, "Yes."

In my second dream, I was dressed in a sexy, black corsette, wearing black panties and four-inch high heals, red lipstick, fingernails and toenails.

I was on a bed, on my hands and knees, with two men in the room with me. I suspected there was another because I could hear him, but I couldn't see him.

The first man came around in front of me, naked, and placed one hand on the back of my head to hold it in place as he slowly pushed his penis into my mouth.

The second man, naked also, came up behind me, pulled my panties down, and slowly thrust his penis into me.

Within seconds after this I heard a voice say, "Ok, Nikki, start sucking," and then I heard the voice tell the second man to begin his sexual exploits of me.

I could hear both of the men moaning and groaning from the distinct pleasures they were receiving from my body, and just as things were about to reach a climatic boiling point, I woke up, sad and unsatisfied because I hadn't been alowed to fulfill my dream through its natural conclusion.

It's dreams like this that throw me into bouts of depression and anxiety from which I suffer for days on end. I go about my daily chores, keeping a smile on my face as much as possible, while at the same time dreading the tears that will flow when I finally have a few moments to myself.

Being a mild, meek, humble girl, who rarely shows any ill-tempered characteristics, it's moments like these that drive me to want to start throwing objects against the wall, and start smashing inanimate objects to vent my frustrations.

Perhaps my dreams are a figment of the subconcious mind, perhaps they aren't, but regardless of all these things, I still have my concious dreams, the greatest of which is to be complete and whole within myself so I may find that happiness which eludes me so very much.

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