I’m not a writer, but here goes!
I started off at a park with a bunch of friends; faces I couldn’t see, just a bunch of shadows but I knew they were my friends. You know that comforting feeling. We were hiking and through this whole hike, I was being pulled off by random women behind bushes that had colorful flowers. Each time I was pulled off, obviously in secret, there was a different colored flower and each time it was a different color. There was one bush in the dream that had no flowers on it; it was just shrubs. As I got pulled behind it, I felt a poke on my back, right in the middle of my back and the next thing you know, I’m getting stung by bumble bees on the middle of my back and along my spinal cord. I wasn’t worried about the front of my body even though I was facing it; it was the back I was afraid of. For some reason, my back was attracting them and I don’t know how many times I was stung but it was a lot.
In the dream, the bumble bees really stood out like if I could feel there furry little bodies as they swarmed around my body. The rest of the dream continued on, as I went back with the group along with the girl and we perused on as if nothing happened. But I felt the pain, just like if I had worked all day lifting heavy boxes. As I was kissing these women behind these bushes, it was just kisses—nothing special. Until the last kiss; the kiss after being stung.
Again, a different woman pulls me off from the group and walks me to a park restroom near a picnic sight and right before we walk into a co-ed restroom we began to make out and out of all her kisses, her kiss stood out the most. Her kiss was a French kiss. I couldn’t tell what the other woman’s kisses were, but this one was a French kiss. Again, I couldn’t tell who she was; her body and hair stood out, but her face was shadowed. But her kiss really stood out and it almost felt so real, just like the bees. I could really feel her tongue. Just like how I could really feel the furry bodies and stings from the bumble bees.
After this whole kiss, we continued to walk into the coed restroom and she disappeared and I urinated. Soon after, I walked back to the group as they were walking down the road and nobody knew that I had walked away. With the pain I had, I was walking really slow so I stayed at the back of the pack, as the women I had kissed earlier were coming back to me and asking me how I was feeling. I was so much in pain, yet I was able to walk normal. Then I woke up.
This is my first time doing this and as you can tell (whoever is reading this), I’m sorry about all the bad grammar. I’m not much of a writer; it’s not one of my strong suits. But if anybody has any idea what this means and or has opinions, please tell me. I know my writing is bad. I also have tons of other dreams that I will be posting up, the more I get used to this site. Thank you.