Kitten was not my Domme, I can’t really make out the physical attributes of said Domme, but I do know she had a hypnotic voice.
In the dream, I was excited to serve and obey – all for the chance, to have a taste. To prove myself.
In the waking world, this is absolute nonsense. It goes against my every desire. It is foreign to me, to be led by another. It’s strange because I would out of place and uncomfortable.
I have no doubt in my mind that dreams are dreams – fragments, sensations whirled together to create a sometimes meaningful sometimes illogical picture – like viewing through a kaleidoscope.
For example, I don’t like being led. But the idea of a strong dominant woman is as appealing as strong submissive woman, know what I mean?
I don’t like the idea of being made to wait, of obeying – but I do practice edging.
And of course, I like to take my kitten when I want, not to be told when I can. Not to wait for someone else to decide.
So: the madness of dreams. How are yours, dear readers?