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pony play dream
Feb. 5th, 2009 06:32 pmI have never had even the tiniest interest in pony play. Pet play, yes, absolutely. But not ponies. And I don't identify as a furry, or anthropomorphic in any way.
Last night I had a very bizarre dream which felt in many ways like Something Wicked This Way Comes (so much Bradbury love). There's a place down the block from my family's home that I've dreamed of many times, but doesn't actually exist. It's in a residential and there is a concrete or stone entrance set back and mostly concealed by overgrowth of nearby flora. It looks a lot like this. Sometimes it's a former military site, last night it was a former casino. There's always a pizza place on sort of a cliff or an overhang and a big field underneath with a few tall poles. Usually the field is a parking lot. Last night it was the setting for a carnival.
There was an acrobat on this sort of spiderweb between some poles, a mistress of ceremonies who was also in charge of the human pony races, and a few other people, at least one other man who was important but I can't remember what he did. They all went around frightening and intimidating children and their games and performances were rather sinister.
For some reason they needed someone to run a race from one end of the field to the other and I ended up getting roped (forced?) into it. The mistress of ceremonies gave me a pair of hooves to wear, a bit, and blinders. I was also wearing some sort of body harness with a tail. I was hooked up to a small cart I had to pull, on which stood the mistress. It looked kind of like this. I tried to explain that I can't run very fast and I'm in terrible shape, but they didn't listen.
The race was against one of the important men I can't remember. He was not running in pony gear, or standing on a pony cart. I think he flew across the field. I lost, obviously. I didn't even know what the race was for, though it apparently involved permission to go somewhere and do something because he immediately left.
The thing is, I really liked the pony play, particularly wearing the hooves. I wanted to do it more, and wondered what it would be like to do it with a lover. I woke up really horny and confused.
Last night I had a very bizarre dream which felt in many ways like Something Wicked This Way Comes (so much Bradbury love). There's a place down the block from my family's home that I've dreamed of many times, but doesn't actually exist. It's in a residential and there is a concrete or stone entrance set back and mostly concealed by overgrowth of nearby flora. It looks a lot like this. Sometimes it's a former military site, last night it was a former casino. There's always a pizza place on sort of a cliff or an overhang and a big field underneath with a few tall poles. Usually the field is a parking lot. Last night it was the setting for a carnival.
There was an acrobat on this sort of spiderweb between some poles, a mistress of ceremonies who was also in charge of the human pony races, and a few other people, at least one other man who was important but I can't remember what he did. They all went around frightening and intimidating children and their games and performances were rather sinister.
For some reason they needed someone to run a race from one end of the field to the other and I ended up getting roped (forced?) into it. The mistress of ceremonies gave me a pair of hooves to wear, a bit, and blinders. I was also wearing some sort of body harness with a tail. I was hooked up to a small cart I had to pull, on which stood the mistress. It looked kind of like this. I tried to explain that I can't run very fast and I'm in terrible shape, but they didn't listen.
The race was against one of the important men I can't remember. He was not running in pony gear, or standing on a pony cart. I think he flew across the field. I lost, obviously. I didn't even know what the race was for, though it apparently involved permission to go somewhere and do something because he immediately left.
The thing is, I really liked the pony play, particularly wearing the hooves. I wanted to do it more, and wondered what it would be like to do it with a lover. I woke up really horny and confused.
