Last night i had a dream (a shemale romance included.)

Hello everyone, my heartily greetings to all of you dear and beloved Forum members (ladies and gentlemen):

First of all, I would like to narrate (synonym for 'to tell') the dream I had last night. It was a mixture of so many different things including different settings or locations such as my gym, the red light zone that my friend used to visit, which was an abandoned and strained road in the middle of nowhere where it could be found prostitutes from Eastern Europe, Africa and so forth up to my humble home.

At the beginning of such dream, I was attending a karate lesson in which we were doing a very basic warming-up using discs and pads to do, among others, push-ups and squats along with shoulders in the same exercise. We had been working up for 20 seconds or so, and I know that this does not make any sense whatsoever, but trust me, my dreams present a degree of peculiarity themselves. Then, I remember having opted to do one more set of 20 push-ups or so and, as soon as the sensei could see that I was not standing up in a row like the others were doing and as soon as he saw that I really wanted to do more push-ups, he ordered me to do 50 more push-ups while the others were lying patiently on the floor.

Later on, I moved to a completely different scenario in which I was in the middle of different orchards in which orange trees were being cultivated and in which there were so many shemales that all of them were extremely eager to hook up you in order to make a benefit after offering you 'the best service for the lowest price.' I remember that I was with a friend whom I did not know at all and she fell in love with one of these shemales. I opted to 'hire' a service from one of them who took me to my house and literally pushed me to my bed and started strucking my dick so sensually while showing me their protuberating enhanced boobs while I had the chance to imagine that a very special documentary was being shot and that I was their special guest.

Finally, someone to whom my love is tightly devoted, caught me in the act and saw the whole scene. Luckily, I managed to explain myself and make her realise that everything was a strategy to approach such shemale to my friend and that the only thing I was doing was testing her to see whether she was suitable to my friend.

In the end, I managed to lead them to the altar where there was a clerk sent by a secret sect who married them successfully and I appear at home anew without knowing what had really happened. I felt as if everything had been a confusing and weird dream in which the only way out was run away from all that crazy and insane madness, which is in reality a triple crossing of three different but similar concepts being limited and strongly restrained by the nervousness one might feel when trying to look for the most appropriate words to write in an exam where two teachers powerfully armed with two dictionaries are waiting for the moment for you to fail in order to make fun of you or mock you somehow.

Well, tell me guys, what do you think about the whole dream? Wasn't it weird at all?

Greetings,

Forcemil.