Do you ever think it’s weird how our dreams occur? Like what moments or memories spark a dream? It’s not very often that I seem to remember my dreams. When I do I try my best to write them down! Luckily for you all, last night I had a dream and here I am to tell the world about it. 

It involved an ex-boyfriend, surprise! Lol 

It was interesting because we were never in love or anything. Things ended badly but he added me on Instagram a year ago and comments on my posts every once an a while. I was surprised (even in my dream) that he was in it. What was I thinking about before I went to bed? It wasn’t him. What in my mind triggered him to be in my dream? I guess we will never know.

It started in an area that looked like Hawaii, it was warm, there were palm trees all around this oceanfront hut. It was beautiful seeing the flowers, feeling the warm breeze, and hearing the birds around me. I was in a bikini and really feeling myself.

(Not physically but metaphorically)

In the dream I was waiting for someone to come back to me, I was laying in a lawn chair and had my eyes closed taking in every ray of sunshine I could get. I suddenly feel a passionate kiss from above me, I reached my hands up and pulled them deeper into my mouth. I got immediate butterflies and became wet to the touch. 

My dream jumps to him leading me from the ocean into this hut. It has a palm leaf roof and glass windows so you can see the environment outside. He holds me in a tight embrace kissing my neck, whispering in my ear to get in the bath and that he would be with me soon. Before he leaves he unties my bikini making it fall to the floor. He turns and walks away from me still unable to see his face. I have no idea who could be with me but without hesitation, I do as he says.

I grab some champagne and two glasses, heading to this beautiful tub big enough for 4, as I step in I notice there are these flower petals in the water. It was so beautiful. Candles and flowers all around me. As I’m settling in I see someone from the corner of my eye.

It’s him. 

Julian, he has beautiful dark skin, his hair slicked back from the water and a perfect white towel tied around his waist. He is talking to someone and I’m just sitting there, admiring him. I turn away and when I look back he is walking toward me smiling. I am nervous, unsure of what to expect but just wanting to know more.

He drops his towel as he walks across the room, showing me his beautiful naked body. I remember biting my lip and having goosebumps as he leans down and kisses my forehead, making his way down my ear and neck as he sits in front of me. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling my body onto his. He runs his hands down my back and onto my ass as he gently lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him, his hard beautiful cock sliding into me. 

And then I wake up. It was such a beatiful, odd dream. It has been weeks since I really talked to him, but this morning I woke up to a message from him replying to the meme I posted on Instagram. Gotta live for the meme.

Moral of The Story: Keep dreaming, no matter who pops up!