You Ever Been Boxed Out Of Your Own Orgy?

That happened to me last night. Allow me to explain.

Now, before the covid police come crashing through the door, lights and sirens blaring, prepared to browbeat me into submission…I did not have a real orgy.

It was a dream.

You know how the details of a dream can be smoky around the edges? That’s exactly how my memories of last night feel. But here’s what I recall.

I threw a party, and it was not in my current hovel. I lived in a large, lavish home. I distinctly remember that there were crooks and well obscured spaces all over, and it seemed that everywhere I turned, there was sex to be found.

The central character of my dream was this beautiful young lady. She was 5’10”. I remember distinctly because she was a smidge taller than me. She had black hair, in a short pixie cut. She wasn’t anyone that i could readily recognize, but she had beautiful, sumptuous lips, and a beautiful smile. Those are a few of my favorite things. I think her face would’ve been described as “innocent.”

So there we were, in this sex charged atmosphere. We were drinking. I can’t recall exactly what we were drinking, but it had me happily on that edge of delightfully inebriated, and too drunk for ones own good.

So what I initially remember is sitting in a secluded spot, drinking, laughing, and flirting with this amazing woman…and the next thing I know, she’s engaged in a sexual act that shall remain unnamed ( :: cough :: fellatio) with some random bloke. I don’t recall ever seeing his face. Honestly, as I think of it, the only face I remember from my dream is hers.

I do remember feeling hurt and dejected while watching.

Now, I honestly can’t remember the last time I had a vivid dream. The fact that I recall this one so well, even a few hours removed from it is super interesting. And…isn’t it always interesting when we can recall how we “feel” in a dream?

From there, when they were done, the guy disappeared, and there we were, sitting awkwardly, me sipping my cup of magic potion. She then grabbed my hand, and led me down a series of what felt like endless hallways, twisting and turning, until she approached a closed door, and entered what was this amazingly luxurious bedroom.

On the bed was a large throng of people, and she pulled me down with her onto the bed, and for a moment, she was in my arms, and we were laughing in our drunkenness. For a moment, my nose brushed the nape of her neck, and it felt so real, so close.

And the next thing I knew, I was reaching across the bed towards her, and she was nose to nose with some guy, and in my drunkenness I stood up and exited the room. I walked the hallways of this huge, beautiful home for a while it seemed, until I found myself back at the bedroom.

At this point, there was a full-on orgy. Everyone on the bed was engaged in some sex act, including the…well, I suppose the woman of my dreams, who was getting nailed hard by some guy. I watched for a few moments, before sauntering down the hall.

It was at this moment that I startled to consciousness. I audibly said “fuck that” as I rearranged my pillows under my head. I looked over at the clock, and it said 6:30am. Let me tell you that that dream was so discouraging, I made a conscious decision not to go back to sleep. I didn’t need anymore of that. Who gets played that hard in their own dreams? I feel like there is a subtext and subconscious message here that i don’t even want to shake hands with right now.

So, have you ever been boxed out of your own orgy? In your dreams no less? Let me know if you have down in the comments. In the end, the lesson I’m taking from this mental misadventure is to not drink.

That was a rough start to the week. :-/