The following is an actual dream included in my dream journal, and does not describe actual facts
Dream of: 13 September 2009 (2) "In The Shadows"
I was lying on a bed while Michelle lay naked asleep on top of me. With my left hand I began feeling her butt and with my middle finger I searched for her rectum until I found it. I began easing my finger about a centimeter into her rectum, even though I knew she didn't like for me to do that. I was careful not to awaken her. Since my left hand felt cramped, I thought I would manage better if I used my right hand instead. I eased my finger back out, then began groping with the middle finger of my right hand. Abruptly, however, I couldn't feel Michelle on top of my anymore. All I could feel were the covers atop me. I raised up, looked around, and didn't see Michelle anywhere. Disappointed, I realized I had simply imagined the entire episode.
I looked around the room, which appeared to be a motel room. Three cats and three small dogs which all belonged to Michelle were in the room. She had left them with me, even though I didn't want to keep them. I thought the next time I saw her I was going to have to tell her to get rid of the animals which were such a nuisance. It was morning and now I would have to let all the animals out so they could relieve themselves. I didn't even know if I were allowed to harbor the animals in the motel room.
I stood up and walked outside, which reminded me of the backyard of the 17th Street House. I was taken aback when my first wife, Louise, stepped up. She didn't look like herself. She was slender and taller than usual (probably in her mid 20s), moving ever closer to me.
At the same time, I knew Michelle was inside the House (no longer a motel). Nevertheless, I kissed Louise, hoping Michelle wouldn't see me but anticipating she might. At the same time, I began thinking I might be able to stick my finger in Louise's butt. As I kissed her, I moved my hand around to Louise's derriere, even thought I knew Louise didn't like that. Before I was able to maneuver my hands and fingers into position, we stopped kissing. I looked up toward the window on the kitchen door, spotted someone inside, and knew the person was Michelle.
Michelle stepped onto the back porch with a look on her face as if she had seen me. I wasn't holding Louise: I had stepped back away from her. I walked away from Louise back up onto the back porch and into the kitchen of the House where Michelle was. She was standing off to the side of the kitchen where she couldn't see me, but I could see her. She was obviously angry and she appeared as if she would try to leave. I thought I would have to try to placate her -- if I could.
But yet another woman (probably in her mid 20s) with long black hair showed up. I knew her, not well, but thought I might have had sex with her. I knew I could have sex with her on the spot. Her son (7-8 years old) accompanied her. When she stepped up to me, even as her son watched, I pulled up her skirt and started to stick my finger in her vagina. Finally I pulled out a little wooden stick, brown like a cigar, and stuck it in her vagina. I told the son he could push the stick in the vagina with his finger. He followed directions and pushed the stick into the vagina. In the process, part of his finger also slipped into his mother's vagina. I tried to stay out of the shadowy area where Michelle was so she couldn't see me.
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