I dreamt that I was on a traveling bus with a cult leader, his one follower, and the adorable puppy they used to gather “fame” in multiple cities.
He would release the puppy around people and use his drone to capture their interactions with him so he could upload the videos to various social media sites for profit.
But we kept showing up to places that had lions, tigers, and other big cats that would threaten the life of the puppy, which prompted the cult leader to quickly scoop him up and place him in the small box he housed him in. Seeing how small the box was irritated me to no end, so I spent any moment I could just holding the puppy against my chest and petting him to give him the love I felt he needed.
During a powerful nighttime thunderstorm, we took refuge with others in a huge department store where the cult leader felt the need to brag about his glorious cock. I already knew he had a little man syndrome, and sure enough, upon him showing me his biggest asset to mankind it was confirmed.
I immediately burst his bubble by snickering, and asked if his one follower was actually satisfied with it. She hesitated at first, but then confessed she wasn’t. Her and I began swapping stories of what backed the satisfaction from the men we’ve been with, making him walk away with a deflated ego.
The next morning, they were loading the bus getting ready to head to the next town. As they were making their last trip to the bus, he looked back at me and with a deeper voice than usual asked if I was okay…that I had been quiet. But the way he looked at me spoke deeper. My pace instantly fell off of theirs as I watched them board the bus and leave me behind.
But what they didn’t know was that overnight the puppy turned into a little boy and the small box he was held in was now empty on the bus. I want to say he was with me, or I at least knew where he was, but I don’t think I did because of how alone I felt in that moment. But I was okay with that because I was free and so was their captive now.
Each time I remember a dream, it’s the same reaction.
But we kept showing up to places that had lions, tigers, and other big cats that would threaten the life of the puppy, which prompted the cult leader to quickly scoop him up and place him in the small box he housed him in. Seeing how small the box was irritated me to no end, so I spent any moment I could just holding the puppy against my chest and petting him to give him the love I felt he needed.
During a powerful nighttime thunderstorm, we took refuge with others in a huge department store where the cult leader felt the need to brag about his glorious cock. I already knew he had a little man syndrome, and sure enough, upon him showing me his biggest asset to mankind it was confirmed.
I immediately burst his bubble by snickering, and asked if his one follower was actually satisfied with it. She hesitated at first, but then confessed she wasn’t. Her and I began swapping stories of what backed the satisfaction from the men we’ve been with, making him walk away with a deflated ego.
The next morning, they were loading the bus getting ready to head to the next town. As they were making their last trip to the bus, he looked back at me and with a deeper voice than usual asked if I was okay…that I had been quiet. But the way he looked at me spoke deeper. My pace instantly fell off of theirs as I watched them board the bus and leave me behind.
But what they didn’t know was that overnight the puppy turned into a little boy and the small box he was held in was now empty on the bus. I want to say he was with me, or I at least knew where he was, but I don’t think I did because of how alone I felt in that moment. But I was okay with that because I was free and so was their captive now.
Each time I remember a dream, it’s the same reaction.
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