A Wet Dream’s Most Unlikely Plane Sources
Sunday, December 19th, 2010Now, if I have an orgasm during sex, I feel pleasantly shaky and sleepy. You know when you just want to close your eyes and sleep off that pleasant experience and marinate in the positive vibes of that post-orgasmic glow?
But I just had an orgasm triggered by a dream, that has woken me right up. And except for one occasion, many years ago, when I had a wet dream about Arnold Schwarzenegger, I don’t dream about sex. Strange that, but I think it is some background conditioning thing. Not that I mind. I prefer sex to be real if it’s going to happen at all. And during my erotic hypnosis sessions, I do encourage my subjects to continue the experience with suggestions that when next they sleep, or anytime they sleep, their fantasies will continue, feeling even more real, and with them able to direct what happens next. I was inducing people to have lucid dreams before I even knew what a lucid dream was.
And may I say at this point that I had never, previous to that one occasion, ever seen Arnie as a sex symbol, so the dream surprised me as much because it was a wet dream but also because it was about The Terminator who frankly, had terrified me the first time I’d seen the film. I remember running around the living room screaming so loud I was admonished to keep quiet. I meekly calmed down, reminding myself that it was all just fiction. So no, Arnold was not an object of any of my waking fantasies. So imagine me dreaming about him naked and about to … . Kind of hard for me not to see him on TV now and not nurse a secret blush since then, even decades after the dream.
But I just wanted to establish that I am not one for sexually charged dreams. Only writing this blog entry made me conscious of this fact, even though I encourage sexually charged dreams with my hypnotic subjects.
But as I’m lying awake in the early hours of a Sunday morning, having been awake for a couple of hours and having been woken up by a few orgasms, it suddenly dawned on me how weird the circumstances for me being awake at the moment are.
I had this dream in the last few hours, in which I was at an airport, and not an airport I recognise from real life travels. I was travelling alone. In the dream I was one of several people trying to figure out where we were meant to be boarding our plane. We were directed somewhere but there was no plane apparently waiting there, yet there was the pressure of knowing that not being able to find the plane would be down to us; it was going to take off at the scheduled time, whether we could find it in time or not.
Meanwhile a man in a khaki coloured looking uniform, with airplane like wings attached to his back (as if this were the most natural thing in the world) was earnestly attempting to take off, jumping off the ground and travelling short distances of a few yards through the air, almost as high as a tree, before landing and taking off again, as if testing his flying device. His bearing was reminiscent of an African or maybe Haitian official, so I know I wasn’t in a Western country. It didn’t help that he was conducting his test flight in a rather wooded area with trees, instead of an open clearing.
Perhaps I was so engrossed observing his progress that I stopped being aware of time and the next thing I knew, I was filling a bottle with water when I learnt, by chance, that the last call was being made for my flight! I insisted on filling the bottle and then dashed back, to find the plane was being boarded where we’d been told but I know had a steep flight of stairs to climb to get there. I raced up knowing I had mere seconds to spare and that I should have given up on making the flight. Indeed, as I got in through the door (it was like walking in through the back doors of a raised lecture theatre and instead of narrow aisles as you’d find on a plane, people were seated in rows) I was told there were no more seats. But casting a desperate eye across the room/plane, I spotted one or two empty seats and pointed them out with determination.
And as I realised in the dream that I’d made the flight by the seat of my panties, I realised I was so turned on by the rush that I was seconds away from cumming. One of those orgasms that you just know is going to feel so good, you have to act on it NOW! In the dream (and maybe this is the part where it becomes partially lucid) I braced myself to cum. And as I came in the dream, I remembered being a little concerned that those around me might realise I was having an orgasm in public so I was doing my best to contain the pleasure, yet enjoy it. And I think that added to the sheer ecstasy of it all. Like sex in public, where you want to have your cake and eat it. Not wanting to be caught, but the sheer proximity of discovery just pushes the boundaries of the pleasure beyond rational thinking.
Then I woke up and realised it had been a dream, but I was still cumming in reality and it was still feeling so good, but now I was worried that I hadn’t had that moment when you wake up and take stock of where you are. So, maybe I wasn’t alone, maybe I wasn’t in my bed, maybe I was about to cum in the most inappropriate situation imaginable, so as a precaution, until I was fully awake and knew where I was and who was within earshot of my moans, I had to make sure I didn’t cum too loudly. Then came the relief of knowing I was in my own bed and could cum as loudly as I pleased.
So I did. Two more times. And all because I dreamt about almost missing a plane! And I had this deja vu feeling when I woke up that this wasn’t the first time I’d wake up in the throes of multiple orgasms because I’d dreamt about almost missing a plane. But like any unscheduled orgasm, this is like that bonus feeling when you find a £5 note on the pavement, quite unexpected, but jolly useful and gratefully taken within one’s stride.
I’m no weirdo! Believe me, I’ve missed and narrowly missed my share of flights in my time, and not once had there been even the remotest hint of eroticism about the whole traumatic experience. Quite the opposite, in fact.
Which is why I wonder why I would be woken up after barely two hours of sleep, to multiple orgasms over a totally non-erotic dream. I did find I was incredibly thirsty so turning over and going back to sleep was out of the question as this night of all nights, I didn’t have a glass of water by my side. So I had to leave the comfort of my warm bed in search of a bottle of water …
But now I’ve written about this weird orgasm trigger of mine. Wondering if I’ll have another on. They aren’t regular occurrences, but like I said, I’ve noticed the trend: almost miss plane in dream = have multiple orgasms.
I’m going to post this blog entry, nibble on a Digestive biscuit, have another sip of water, turn over, go back to sleep … and dream of what, this time?
Cleopatra, Queen of Erotic Hypnosis in London, UK
Cleopatra is a female hypnotist specialising in Erotic Hypnosis, Mind Control, and Brain Washing in London, UK where she offers live, in person sessions of real, one to one hypnosis, a unique experience for those that wish to experience complete loss of control.
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