MR. C!—WTF?

I was at a university and looking for something to change into.

It was semi-dark.

I could still see but the natural light inside was limited.

Two small kids ran past me.

Then, I saw a small blur on the floor in the closet.

It kept moving around.

When it stopped, I saw that it was a small white mouse.

It had caught something and was holding it in its mouth.

The walls in the hallway were close enough so that I could put both hands and feet on the wall.

I lifted myself up, so that the mouse could pass.

But it didn’t.

It attempted to jump on me.

I hopped over it, but it came for me again.

So I repeated the act of lifting myself up onto the wall and hopping over it.

Two Caucasian girls came into the building carrying a large hamper together.

They looked at me and kept talking amongst themselves.

They carried the hamper into a room.

When I looked down, my clothing had changed into a white gown.—Victorian-era

I was about to exit the building when A couple of white guys moved past me.

“See you outside.” One said to me with a smile.

I followed them outside and the grounds were full of students.

They were gathered together in groups talking.

As I passed by them, some stopped and stared at me.

They were in awe of me.

Some of the guys smiled in appreciation.

“I’m popular. I’m famous.” I thought.

I was looking for the guy that had spoken to me in the building.

I found him, and he turned to watch me but kept talking to a person that he was with.

Another white guy approached me and he said something about meeting up with me later.

I agreed, hugged him, and then left.

JUMPED SCENES

I was in a house.

I was either the host or the servant.

There was a small crowd of guests seated in a sitting area.

Maybe it was a gaming area.

As, the guests were playing cards, drinking, and smoking.

I was going around the room collecting empty glasses, plates, and cigarette trays.

I still had my white gown on, and I smoothed it down.

Before making my way around the room again, to collect more debris and glasses from the guests.

I approached a group of three women.

And I was shuffling a deck of tarot cards.

One lady was being sassy with her words to me.

“You’re a Taurus aren’t you?” I asked her.

“How did you know?” She inquired.

“Ooh, what am I?” Another one asked.

“I don’t know,” I replied.

I left the women.

Mr. C entered the room.

A few men lined up and they hugged me and thanked me, before saying their goodbyes.

Mr. C was last in line.

When it was his turn he hugged me.

He made to leave but then he turned back to me.

“Come here.” He instructed me before turning me around.

My back was to him as he pulled me into his arms.

WHEW CHILE…!

Lol…

That man!

A cover was pulled over us.—From head to toe.

He was holding me in his arms.

He felt so good.

The cover was removed and then he made to walk away again.

But he returned right away.

He pulled me onto the couch, and a cover was pulled over us again.

We were having sex but our clothes were on.—Dry humping

It felt good.

And he verbally let me know that he was loving it.

With one hand around his neck, my other hand gently explored his back.

I was further turned on by his hard, toned back.—Whew Lordt!

BUT…

“How did he make me feel?”

I was loving what he was doing to my body.

But I felt confused and unsure.

Maybe because we were in a room full of people.

END DREAM

MESSAGE:

Recurring dream.

The white mouse represents new beginnings, a new start.

Mr. C is a Taurus.

In another dream with MR. C, he rubbed his dick print on my pussy.

Our clothes were on in that dream also.

Mr. C may have an issue or fear of getting too close emotionally.

He maintains an emotional detachment with his sexual partners.

I’m in his energy.

He’s attractive to me.

The sexual desire for him fizzled out a month plus ago.

I didn’t look at him that way, but I still watched his podcasts.

It’s a recurring dream.

So, it’s a message.

(Shrugs)

Well, this dream reawakened my sexual desire for him.

Because, honey….

His stroke game is on POINT!

Damn!

Now, I understand why he has a lot of kids.

“I got next!”

Lol…