vainillasoup34
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I was in an apartment or hotel room that was quite beautiful, in my opinion: it seemed to be of a privileged price; one of the walls to my left was a shelf full of books; the wall in his right side was directly the glass door-window that looked out onto the outside, where you could see that we were at the top of a building in a big city at night; the walls were white; the width of the room was perhaps about 5 or 6 meters, about 3 or 4 meters high and it was somewhat deep; there was a chandelier.
I wasn't alone; I was with a former high school classmate, whose name I won't mention for obvious reasons, but let's call her Mabel. She wasn't exactly my crush (I was never in love with her) but I did find her very attractive. We weren't wearing skimpy or scarce clothing, much less naked; we were wearing latex: I was in a completely black suit that accentuated my muscles, and she was in a grayish-green suit with black gloves.
We were sitting around a small, round, dark wooden table, no bigger than an elbow in diameter. We were sipping champagne and eating salted chocolate (a weird detail is that in my house there was the "rule" that we didn't mix salty and sweet, until the point I used to believe it could kill me until some months before the dream). We were talking about trivial things, and I could see her smile and her freckles shining beautifully. She spoke in a happy but slow tone, like something out of a romantic movie, and I was relaxed but a little confused. After a few minutes of conversation, she asked me a question that would make anyone shudder, and she suggested an extreme game: waterboarding. In case you don't know, waterboarding is a form of torture where you're tied down, your face is covered with a cloth, and water is poured over it so you can't breathe and feel like you're drowning. For some reason, I nodded and said yes to the game. I should clarify that it wasn't a lucid dream but a product of my subconscious.
In the next scene, I appeared in a white bathtub on the other side of the room. My hands and feet were tied, I was lying down feeling the latex and the dampness, and she had her hair up. She then placed a white cloth over my face, positioned my head with her hand, and proceeded to pour water over my face. At first, it was just a trickle of water that was uncomfortable when it touched my nose, and I could feel the water starting to seep into my airways. It felt very uncomfortable, and my nose began to burn. I started coughing and sneezing uncontrollably, an intense itching that made me panic, and that itching turned into pain. It was, sick as it is to admit, the most bittersweet sensation of my life, because it was a sharp pain throughout my body, a feeling of panic, anguish, and the sensation of drowning, but also a strange pleasure, a guilty pleasure that caused my mind to short-circuit. After an indeterminate amount of time of that exquisite torture, Mabel removed the cloth from my face and asked if I was alright. With one last cough, I said yes. She simply smiled at me.
In the next scene, which I'm not sure if it's the same dream, I woke up in bed, wearing a short-sleeved white t-shirt. It was already daytime; I could see the sunlight streaming through the windows and that strange morning aura. I walked to the balcony. I saw a demonstration marching in the street, packed with people. I looked to my left and still saw people crammed together, with banners, signs, instruments, and anarchist flags. I could also see the whole apartment complex, Soviet-style. The sky was that color where I couldn't tell if it was cloudy or clear, but it was cold; I saw people wearing polar jackets and snow in some empty spaces. When I looked further ahead, instead of to the left, a little to my right, there was a kind of park or simply a place without buildings. There was snow, but there was a square, about 6 or 8 meters on each side, without snow or pine trees. In it, a group of children were surrounding another child. The children wore jackets with two diagonal stripes: one half black and the other half a different color: maroon, red, orange, green, light blue, purple… They were all surrounding a boy with a yellow and black jacket, and the boy had ginger or light brown hair. The children circled the red-haired boy until they started throwing snowballs at him until he was unconscious or half-dead.
I wasn't alone; I was with a former high school classmate, whose name I won't mention for obvious reasons, but let's call her Mabel. She wasn't exactly my crush (I was never in love with her) but I did find her very attractive. We weren't wearing skimpy or scarce clothing, much less naked; we were wearing latex: I was in a completely black suit that accentuated my muscles, and she was in a grayish-green suit with black gloves.
We were sitting around a small, round, dark wooden table, no bigger than an elbow in diameter. We were sipping champagne and eating salted chocolate (a weird detail is that in my house there was the "rule" that we didn't mix salty and sweet, until the point I used to believe it could kill me until some months before the dream). We were talking about trivial things, and I could see her smile and her freckles shining beautifully. She spoke in a happy but slow tone, like something out of a romantic movie, and I was relaxed but a little confused. After a few minutes of conversation, she asked me a question that would make anyone shudder, and she suggested an extreme game: waterboarding. In case you don't know, waterboarding is a form of torture where you're tied down, your face is covered with a cloth, and water is poured over it so you can't breathe and feel like you're drowning. For some reason, I nodded and said yes to the game. I should clarify that it wasn't a lucid dream but a product of my subconscious.
In the next scene, I appeared in a white bathtub on the other side of the room. My hands and feet were tied, I was lying down feeling the latex and the dampness, and she had her hair up. She then placed a white cloth over my face, positioned my head with her hand, and proceeded to pour water over my face. At first, it was just a trickle of water that was uncomfortable when it touched my nose, and I could feel the water starting to seep into my airways. It felt very uncomfortable, and my nose began to burn. I started coughing and sneezing uncontrollably, an intense itching that made me panic, and that itching turned into pain. It was, sick as it is to admit, the most bittersweet sensation of my life, because it was a sharp pain throughout my body, a feeling of panic, anguish, and the sensation of drowning, but also a strange pleasure, a guilty pleasure that caused my mind to short-circuit. After an indeterminate amount of time of that exquisite torture, Mabel removed the cloth from my face and asked if I was alright. With one last cough, I said yes. She simply smiled at me.
In the next scene, which I'm not sure if it's the same dream, I woke up in bed, wearing a short-sleeved white t-shirt. It was already daytime; I could see the sunlight streaming through the windows and that strange morning aura. I walked to the balcony. I saw a demonstration marching in the street, packed with people. I looked to my left and still saw people crammed together, with banners, signs, instruments, and anarchist flags. I could also see the whole apartment complex, Soviet-style. The sky was that color where I couldn't tell if it was cloudy or clear, but it was cold; I saw people wearing polar jackets and snow in some empty spaces. When I looked further ahead, instead of to the left, a little to my right, there was a kind of park or simply a place without buildings. There was snow, but there was a square, about 6 or 8 meters on each side, without snow or pine trees. In it, a group of children were surrounding another child. The children wore jackets with two diagonal stripes: one half black and the other half a different color: maroon, red, orange, green, light blue, purple… They were all surrounding a boy with a yellow and black jacket, and the boy had ginger or light brown hair. The children circled the red-haired boy until they started throwing snowballs at him until he was unconscious or half-dead.
