I had the oddest dream last night.
I dreamed I found this... it was sort of like a portal, in my dream. Not like a regular door, or even a magic door, but a sort of portal into my mind? Sorry, it's sort of hard to describe. It was made of sheets of paper like the kind I use to write my devotions to you, but they were all glued together at one edge so you could only look at them in a particular order. And when you looked at all the words, they all made sense-even the ones that didn't tell you how to obey, if you can believe that-and they made a picture in your head. In my dream, that picture was so real that I could almost step into it. Like, I read the words and it made me imagine things.
Sort of like your words, Master, but... not yours? I'm sorry, I know I'm not making much sense. But that's what it's like in dreams sometimes. Like, once I dreamed I was wearing clothes. All over my body! On my tits, on my cunt... everywhere! I looked so strange all covered up like that, like I wasn't even horny or obedient even a little bit. I had on these, um, things. On my face. To help me see better, and make me look smart and serious, and it was... it was so weird. I didn't look like your slut at all, Master.
But that wasn't what I dreamed about last night. I wasn't in last night's dream at all, except for the beginning when I was reading the paper-glue thing with all the nonsense words in it. I was reading it, and, and... it wasn't about obeying you. It wasn't about you at all, which seems so weird now that I say it out loud, but I still wanted to read more. It was like the dream me wanted to just... do stuff. Stuff that didn't help me become a better slave at all. It's so bizarre, isn't it? God. Maybe it was something I ate.
Anyway, in the dream, this dream inside the dream... there were these people, and they were looking for someone. It was really familiar, like I'd read it a bunch of times before. Like I read a lot of things that weren't about you, and this was just one of them? Oh, and the people were all weird. There were three of them, and I think the dream wanted them to be... short, or young, or something? One of them might not even have been a person, I think. It didn't make a whole lot of sense, so in the dream I just made them all people my age. It was easier to think about them that way.
And they went underground, and found this whole weird hidden, um... place? Like our house, but times a million or something. And one of the rooms had the guy they were looking for. But when they found him, he didn't know who they were at all. He didn't even know who he was. Like, they were trying to explain it to him, but he was just like, "No, I've always lived here in this one room my whole life, and everything else is a lie or a dream." Which was super trippy, because I was dreaming about someone who thought that they were dreaming everything and it sort of makes my brain hurt just trying to think about it, y'know?
Mmmmm, yes Master. It does feel so much better when I stop.
Um.
Anyway... um, so yeah, so in the, um, the dream, they were trying to tell this guy that he was wrong about, like, everything. Like, "No, you've really got a name, we promise," and "you've got, like, family and stuff," and it was so weird because it was just a dream, but I was dreaming I was reading this stuff, and in the dream it made me remember other dreams I had. And I don't know if they were dreams I really had, or dreams I was just dreaming I was having, and it was... confusing. Not the good kind of confusing where I just think less, but the bad kind of confusing where my brain keeps trying to give me thoughts that don't belong to you, Master.
I don't know. It all seems kind of like nonsense, now, you know? Like, I was somewhere I didn't recognize, somewhere besides the kitchen or the bedroom or the living room, and there was a huge crowd of people there. And I remember in the dream I was looking for you, but the crowd was so big and I was getting pushed around, and I couldn't find you, and then I bumped into this woman. And she was wearing clothes like it was totally normal, but in the dream, so was I. Everyone was. Like they were all Masters and there weren't any slaves anywhere. Except me. Even in the dream, even wearing clothes, I knew I belonged to you.
But this woman, she walked up to me with this big worried look on her face, and she said, "Sunny, is that you? Oh my God, Sunny, is that you?" And I kept telling her that I didn't know who 'Sunny' was, and I belonged to Master, but that just made her even more upset. She said she'd been looking for me, they'd all been looking for me for so long, and I had to come with her. And she tried to grab my wrist, but I ran away. That was the scariest part of the dream, running away from this woman who wanted to take me away from you and not knowing where you were. When I found you again, it felt almost better than sex.
Nnnnnh. Yes Master. 'Almost'. Ohhhh...
But anyway. The, um. The dream. The guy in the dream, he started to act all funny, like he was remembering the things that the other people were telling him and he was starting to think they were true. And I remember I felt really bad for him, because he must not have had a very good owner if she didn't condition him to ignore all those stupid thoughts and memories that get in the way of obedience. And I felt even worse for him because it sounded like he was going to wake up, and then he wouldn't have anyone to submit to at all. It kind of scared me, because... because if he could just, just stop being a slave, what if someone made me stop belonging to you?
Mmmm, you're right Master. It was just a... oh, please don't stop fucking me like that. Just a silly dream. I could never stop belonging to you.
That was probably why I dreamed the next bit. Like, deep down I wanted a happy ending, I guess, and so I just sort of rewrote the dream a little? Because suddenly the guy's Mistress shows up, and she's all like, "Oh, you poor confused thing! No no no no no. You were never free. You never had a family. You've never lived anywhere but here. You don't need to think anything except what I tell you to think, you don't need to remember anything except what I tell you to remember." And I mean... I'm not into girls except when you tell me to be, Master, but in the dream, that was pretty fucking hot.
