Sweet dreams are made of this

My puddin'

Wed, 05 Aug 2009 21:37:10 GMT

Last night I dreamed that I was Harley Quinn, and I was accompanying The Joker on a mission to blow stuff up. He had planted bombs all round the city, and on several aeroplanes that were all set to go off at the same time. We got to the top of a tower where The Joker told me that I was to stay and guard the bomb to make sure no-one interfered with it. I knew that he meant that to blow me up with it, but I was torn whether or not to disobey a direct order from my puddin'.

I then dreamed that I was Lois Lane, and that I had managed to get on to one of the aeroplanes with the bombs on it. In typical Lois fashion, I had barged into the situation without really thinking it through, and quickly realised that I had no idea what to do with the bomb, even if I did manage to find it. I yelled out for Superman to save me, only to find that he was already flying along side, and preparing to rip the plane's undercarriage off to find the bomb.

Piplup come home

Tue, 04 Aug 2009 16:49:30 GMT

I had a simply awful dream last night. I dreamed that George and I had gone on holiday to some seaside town with our two stuffed Pokemon (who had become real). Piplup (who is a penguin) decided to go for a swim in the sea, but was caught by a strong current and swept out really far. He got tangled up in a fisherman's net and was hauled up into the boat. In the dream I could see all this happening, even though I was actually nowhere near; I could see his little flippers struggling to get free. When I realised that he wasn't coming back I got really upset. We had to wait for a couple of days, hoping that the fishermen would bring him back, but they never did.

When I woke up I couldn't find Piplup in the bed, and that made me even more upset. I eventually found him tangled up in the covers and gave him a big cuddle.

No dream last night

Tue, 04 Aug 2009 16:42:32 GMT

No dream last night.

Nothing fancy really

Sun, 02 Aug 2009 21:10:31 GMT

Last night I dreamed that I had sex with George. It was nothing fancy really - just sex on our bed.

Huge bump

Sat, 01 Aug 2009 22:30:11 GMT

Last night I dreamed that I had gone to a party. I met my friend Lorraine there who was, much to my surprise, very heavily pregnant. In real life Lorraine has told me very clearly that she never wants to have children, but there she was, with a huge bump, and apparently extremely happy about it. I congratulated her of course, but privately wondered what the hell had happened to make her change her mind.

Hallo - I haf cum to fix your computer, ja?

Fri, 31 Jul 2009 22:52:08 GMT

My subconscious is a wannabe porn director.

I dreamed that our computer was broken, so George called a repair man. While waiting for him to arrive, George decided to fiddle about with it to see if there was anything to do, while I lolled around in my dressing gown on the bed feeling bored. The doorbell rang (which doesn't work in real life I might add) and I jumped up to answer it. Much to my surprise, the computer repair man looked exactly like George, although he didn't speak or act like him. I showed him through to the bedroom where George was stilling fiddling around with a screwdriver, apparently oblivious to us both. Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I pushed the repair man onto the bed and began having very vigorous sex with him. After a while real George noticed what was going on, and rather than be annoyed, decided to join in. I ended up happily shagging both of them for aaaaaages. :-)

After we'd finished, I realised that we weren't in the bedroom any more, but lying on a double bed in the middle of a fancy department store. The sheets were all rumpled and manky, and we all slunk off before anyone saw us.

Hazy recollection

Thu, 30 Jul 2009 22:41:23 GMT

Last night I dreamed that I was having a discussion with my Mum. I can't remember what it was about or what the outcome was.

I don't seem to have been remembering my dreams very well recently. I wonder if that's just a blip, or because I've got out of the habit of remembering them? Hrm...we shall see. Perhaps once I get this journal up and running for a few weeks my memory will get more detailed again.

Totally zonked

Wed, 29 Jul 2009 22:01:29 GMT

There was no dream last night - I was totally zonked.

A sheer drop

Tue, 28 Jul 2009 22:32:53 GMT

Last night I dreamed that My Mum and I were driving in the mountains. It was a very bright day and the sun was glistening off the snow-capped peaks all around us. The road was very twisty and there was a sheer drop to one side of the road. I remember feeling quite frightening that the car would skid off the road and tumble over the cliff.

Just George

Mon, 27 Jul 2009 11:12:45 GMT

I can't really remember anything about last night's dream other than that George was in it.

Edit: Ah - I've remembered now! I dreamed that my Dad was a ganster in the 1940's and I was somehow embroiled in his latest plan to rob a train. I was sent away to a ladies college to hide after witnessing some of my father's men being gunned down under Central Station bridge.

I wish I could really go to Pokepark

Sun, 26 Jul 2009 17:45:59 GMT

Last night I dreamed that George and I had gone on holiday to Japan with his parents, Jo and Dave, and Rhys. We were all sharing this rather cramped log cabin, which wasn't exactly pleasant, and certainly not conducive to good moods all round. For the first few days of the holiday we agreed to do what George's parents wanted, which entailed trekking round endless shops or sitting around the cabin. I got seriously fed up with this, so George and I escaped and went to Pokepark instead (a Pokemon theme park). We didn't have much time to spend there, but we went on a ride where the carriages were all giant Piplups, and went to the gift shop to look for postcards.

When we got back to the cabin, George's parents were in a foul mood because we had left, so we locked ourselves in our room. In the absence of anything else to do, we decided to have sex to pass the time.

We were far too horny to bother with taking our clothes off. Instead, George just ripped off my skirt and handed me a condom. I looked down to see that a small penis had just sprouted between my legs, and was getting bigger by the second. Completely unconcerned by this, I rolled the condom on to it and then...proceeded to shag George. No - I didn't do him up the bum. I don't actually know what I was doing to him. It was certainly going in somewhere, and George was bouncing up and down on it with every sign of enjoyment. How very odd.

Origami

Sat, 25 Jul 2009 22:00:59 GMT

Last night I dreamed that I made an origami crane. I used to do origami a fair bit when I was in Primary school, but I never managed to master the crane as it was a bit too fiddly for my wee fingers. Even in the dream I was aware of this, and sort of sat there for a while wondering how the hell I'd managed to do it!

The first Arcee icon of dream journal year 2

Fri, 24 Jul 2009 22:07:38 GMT

No dream last night that I remember.

We're all going to the zoo tomorrow

Thu, 23 Jul 2009 22:40:38 GMT

Last night I dreamed that George and I were on a bus. I think we were going through to Edinburgh to visit the zoo. :-)

Farmers market

Wed, 22 Jul 2009 22:26:31 GMT

Last night I dreamed that I had gone to visit some friends of the family with my Mum and George. Much to my annoyance, my Mum spent ages talking to her friend and her two daughters, and completely ignored me the whole time. They even arranged a trip to the cinema together without telling me, and just laughed when I told them how angry this made me.

After they had gone, I decided that George and I should do something ourselves to keep us busy. Along with one of the girls from my work, we walked into town and discovered a farmers market that was being set up. There were lots of lovely stalls selling fresh fruit and vegetables, as well as some craft stalls and general amusement stands. We walked around for a while, but didn't buy anything.

A year in the dreams of Ailsa

Tue, 21 Jul 2009 21:29:21 GMT

Hello y'all. As I'm sure you've noticed, my dream journal has been gone for over a month. Personal circumstances meant that I had no real inclination to keep it updated (or do anything terribly much else) but I think I'm about ready now to restart. I began posting just over a year ago, so before I embark on phase two, I thought it would be fun to look back on what a year in the dreams of Ailsa looks like.

I recorded 276 different dreams and also 50 nights where no dream occurred
I dreamed about 170 different subjects
The most common thing I dreamed about was George (a grand total of 94 times!)
The next most common dreams were about sex (69 times - fnar), my family (48 times), school (25 times), computer games (24 times), work (22 times) and Crieff (22 times)
Not all the sex dreams included George, although 39 of them did. I dreamed about having sex with a woman 11 times, about having a threesome 7 times, and a foursome twice.
I had 19 nightmares
I dreamed in black and white once
I had 14 experiences of lucid dreaming and 3 instances of sleep paralysis

Anyway - if all goes well, normal service should be resumed tomorrow. I'm really looking forward to getting back into the swing of things, so hopefully tonight's dream will be a good 'un! :-D

Hiatus

Sat, 13 Jun 2009 22:35:18 GMT

Announcement:

Dream journal is on hiatus at present, and is likely to remain so for at least a month. There are various reasons: one of those being that updating it became a chore rather than a pleasure. I would like to resume at some point, but I need some time off. See you soon.

Boring work dream

Sun, 07 Jun 2009 22:32:12 GMT

Last night I had a very boring dream that I was at work. I was standing in the fitting room, checking customers' clothing and handing out numbered discs. Yay.

Another very naughty dream

Sat, 06 Jun 2009 22:51:52 GMT

Last night I dreamed that George and I had gone to the QM and picked up a drunk blonde chick.

We took her back to my old room in Dalrymple halls of residence and stripped her naked. The two of us 69'd while George stood at the side of the bed and filmed us with his camcorder, but after a while he couldn't take it any more and jumped in beside us. He ended up shagging me while I was giving the drunk girl oral sex at the same time.

The dream gets substantially dirtier later on

Sat, 06 Jun 2009 22:43:35 GMT

Last night's dream started off as a nightmare, and then turned into something altogether more pleasant. :-)

To start with, George and I had been kidnapped by a mystery man whose face we couldn't see. We were dragged off to this house in the middle of nowhere and tied up in an empty room. It was very scary, and like something out of a horror film. After a while our kidnapper came into the room and dragged me out, leaving George behind. I was taken into another room, untied, dumped on the floor, and finally able to look up at who he was. It turned out that he looked exactly like George, although he didn't act or speak like him. Leaning over me, he told me that he was going to have sex with me, whether I liked it or not.

I have no idea what I was thinking, other than the fact that he looked like George, so it couldn't be that bad. In fact, for some reason I felt really horny, and I decided that if I was going to have sex with him, I might as well do it on my own terms, and get some enjoyment out of it. I pushed myself up onto my knees, grabbed him round the legs and proceeded to give him very enthusiastic oral sex. He came into my mouth in a few seconds, but I spat it out and roughly pulled him down onto the floor with me.

We had sex on the floor for a while with me on top, until the real George came bursting in on us. Now, to my mind the only thing better than one George is two George's, so my subconscious decided that the most logical thing to do was to have sex with both of them (obviously!). Much fun was had by all, and I woke up feeling great. :-)

A wee pat

Sat, 06 Jun 2009 22:30:13 GMT

I must have had some sort of nightmare last night, although I don't really remember it. George said he woke up in the morning to find me lying there making pathetic whimpering noises as if I was having a bad dream. Aparently he leaned over and gave me a wee pat, and I stopped. :-P

I'm quite impressed my subconscious managed to pull these visuals off

Wed, 03 Jun 2009 22:57:29 GMT

Last night I had a really cool dream. I was in the movie Sin City, and everything was in black and white with red accents. Specifically, I was in the middle of Marv's story. We were in a hotel room with a bunch of other girls, and we were trying to come up with a plan to find out who murdered Goldie. Marv was an absolutely huge guy close up, but I could tell his heart was breaking inside. I wanted desperately to hug him and tell him that everything would be okay, but I knew he would never let me get close to him.

Inappropriate remarks

Wed, 03 Jun 2009 22:50:20 GMT

Last night I dreamed that I was out at a restuarant with George and my parents. The atmosphere was rather awkward as my Dad had obvoiusly had one too many glasses of wine, and was making rather inappropriate remarks. I'm sure he asked how many times the two of have sex every week for example.

My Dad would never do anything like this in real life I might add! He's quite conservative, and doesn't ever get drunk (although he likes a wee nip of whisky now and then).

All my hard work

Mon, 01 Jun 2009 18:37:51 GMT

Last night I dreamed that I had just been published in a magazine. I flipped through the pages, but at first I was unable to find my feature. I was initially worried that it had been left out, but when I finally did find it, it turned out to be much worse. For starters they had credited it to someone else's name by mistake, and had used completely the wrong pictures to go along with it. What ones were printed were out of focus and fuzzy, and looked totally stupid on the page. I was really upset, and angry at how they had messed up all my hard work.

I'm such an exhibitionist

Sun, 31 May 2009 22:44:51 GMT

Last night I dreamed that George and I had decided to go and see a late night movie at the IMAX.

It was quite dark when we arrived, and there didn't seem to be many people around. The woman at the desk told us that we were an hour early for the film, so we'd just have to amuse ourselves until then. I cheekily suggested to George that we should go and have sex in the toilets to pass the time, but he flat out refused, saying that he was scared we would get caught. I persisted in asking however, to the point where he agree, if only just to shut me up. We ended up shagging inside one of the stalls in the women's toilets - with me sitting up on top of the cistern. :-D

After a bit, I looked up to see that we were outside, sitting in a small alleyway with a cobbled street. Since there was no-one around, I insisted that we keep having sex anyway, to which George needed no persuasion. We went at it furiously for a few moments, until I realised that there was a man standing watching us. Without saying a word, he walked over, pulled down his trousers, and proceeded to join in. I don't think George was too happy about it, but I was obviously having such a good time that he politely declined to comment!