Houston...We have a problem! An “I dreamt about a girl problem”🤦🏾‍♀️

I had a dream not too long ago and not just any dream… I mean, it started out

as a regular dream, and then it transformed into a lucid dream, and then I fell into

a deeper dream, and then I woke up.

My dream was so intense though; it was about a woman, not just any woman, but

my friend’s girlfriend.

I would know I shouldn’t cross this line because this one of em friends where

I share a special bond with, buh….bruh...bruuuh...bruh bruh… It nuh pretty:

“Ma dream bout ma bredrin’s girlfriend mi G!” 🤯😰😓🥺

The funny thing about this dream is that we were both aware that what we wanted to do was wrong. The tension surrounding our “forbidden interest” was so heavy that it literally weighed down my lungs. I could feel the pressure as my lungs threatened to expand beyond my rib cage and my heart seemed as if it had stopped, with only one beat left. I was in dire need of a pacemaker…

In my dream, we shared knowing half-hidden smiles, and when we made eye contact, the fire that ignited the “inner need” within us set ablaze the nerves that ran through our bodies, sending heat waves through us like a raging storm on the ocean, who’s waves were hungrily trying to decimate every sailing ship that threatened to keep us away from each other.🌊🌊🌊

Then there was this apocalyptic twist where we were hiding someone and they found her and my friend was supposed to come help save her but his GF - (let’s call her A) - “A”, and I kept trying to “keep our distance” but somehow we ended up with her being in the spotlight and me staring at her from another side of the room. Let’s fast-forward to me not being able to control my thoughts, - so this is the part where I felt it became a lucid dream: I was semi-aware of what was going on, so in my subconscious I allowed my mind in my dream to succumb to the thoughts of: touching her, kissing her...holding her against me as my hands traced her body. My fingers gently brushed against her lady part. Her reaction to my soft touches sent a thrill through me that I’d never experienced before and I got “heated”.

I spun her around as my “barely there” hand grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her closer to me. Our parts met and fire and desire were the only languages that our lips, emotions, and beings could understand 🤯🤯🤯.

Again...we were interrupted by an approaching being, everything seems jumbled now but I can tell you that waiting for her to return to me or me finding her again were the longest 30 minutes of my life😣. When I finally found her, my dream had already introduced new characters to our ‘forbidden story’: friends...my real-life friends and peers, and their stories in my dream were as real as they could be. They flowed so perfectly from the real world that I was sleeping in, into the dream world that I was slightly now controlling. I allowed myself the - well - I allowed them the great privilege of stealing from “our time” and I rapped with them a little as my eyes looked beyond the passage that was before me. My eyes searched desperately to find her, and when I did… she was in a room, a crowded room, slightly upset but venting through sexy Snapchat videos on her phone. Her “family members” - security rather ***roll eyes***🙄 warned me that she was not in a good mood and didn’t want to see anyone. They were basically telling me that she was under lockdown until her man came or someone… Who???!!! I don’t know...frankly, at that moment, I didn’t care either.

She looked over and desire formed a thick air between us when our eyes met. She slowly got off the bed in the most ass flexing, boob flaunting body gesture I had ever seen. If my lady part could “stand up”, I’d be exposed🥵. She (my lady part) danced in my underwear and soon there was a warm flow of liquid that was staining my panties. “I want this girl and I want her now”. I quickly got into “defensive friend” mode, after all...she was MY FRIEND’S girlfriend; so I took her by the hand and walked away. As we walked away hand in hand, the warmth of our bodies’ now hiked temperatures was everything BUTTT unnoticeable. She asked “What if they see us?”, “Where are we going? You know we don’t have that much privacy. What if they catch us?” I was too determined to feel, taste, and please this woman to even think about “What ifs”. I gently squeezed her hand and reassured her that we would be fine. We found the stairs to the roof and I led her to the room where we would be completely bare, open, free, and “undone”. After that...it was a whirlwind...like a blur...like a tornado effect: the touching, the kissing, the feeling, the cupping of one’s lady parts, the sucking, the “O-M-G I have to wake up, I’m dreaming about a girl!” 😰

I woke up...scared shitless… with a headache...confused. Grieving while ovulating is not my best friend.😓

“Bruuuuh! It’s my mother’s birthday!!! How can I be dreaming things like this man? Uuuuugh!!!”😖