Played Diablo with Linda (?). Had lots of equipment, couldn't use half but rest was good. Gloves had no armour but thin leather gloves had fire protection.
Walked around the neighbourhood on a dark autumn/winter evening, fixing small, cute and cuddly donkeys that were malfunctioning. Had to kick them hard three times to make them light up green - like a satire of teaching animals, I thought in the dream.
Went down by the sea with a girl who had problems with her dog, I kicked it hard several times until it would work again.
Came into some sort of store room with loads of pole dancers of varying attractiveness. I was going to select some for something. After having seen them all I liked the first ones the best, they were brunettes with enormous boobs and cute faces, but as I asked to see the first ones again I noticed another tall one, taller than me, who drew my interest because she stood out. I pushed her up against the wall and she gasped. I suspected she was trans. The other girls started spanking me with something that looked like the long plastic tubes you can spin in the air to create a whistle. I liked it.
I heard the "A Wild, Wild Party" (from the Wild Party play) song being played, in Swedish, and I left the girls to follow the music and started singing along. A huge crowd was singing it and I made my way through some big, wooden halls towards the song. I was glad, because I remembered having introduced that song on my laptop for the party host (who was someone that I half know like Nils Burman or Johan Larsson). I entered the party, which was in another nice wooden chamber, filled with people, and we all finished the song with lots of harmonies. It was amazing. I had prepared a song myself, which had been delegated to me before the party. I wanted to tell someone that I had had a nightmare about coming to the party without having prepared the song, but now I knew it well. At least I had a piece of paper with me. It wasn't my turn yet, but the next singer was a close friend of the host, who started singing the classical Bamse opening theme. It then faded off and turned into a ballad version of the song. I thought it sounded like Purple Rain, because so much of it was just talk, and it turned out that it was Purple Rain, but with Bamse lyrics. Some people wanted to do a toast for me and Linda and I didn't want to ruin the party mood by telling them that we had separated, so I let them and raised my glass. They said something about how we'd be together forever. Then Siri (or someone who I thought was Siri in a teddy bear suit) stood up and said something like "Excuse me, hello, but didn't you know that Hjalmar and Linda already broke up?". I went to sit in a corner, far away from the rest, not to draw too much attention from the party.
A beautiful and quite tall, blonde girl in a purple tulle dress came over and sat on my lap. She was obviously making an approach. I put my arms on her legs and she leaned back towards me. Then she started complaining that her underwear and leggings were uncomfortable. I didn't realise what she meant, but she stood up and pulled them down. Then she pulled up her dress and showed me everything. It was neatly shaved. She was going to sit down again, but when she didn't get a proper reaction from me, she took my hand and made me feel her, and even pushed my fingers inside of her, talking about how wet she was. I pulled down my own trousers, so that she'd have something to sit on, but then she told me that we should go to another room. I got up, quite clumsily, trying to quickly pull up my trousers, but had such a huge hard on that it was hard not to reveal it. We had sat a bit away from the crowd, but standing up most of them could probably have seen us if they weren't so focused on the singers. I remember thinking how I hoped that no one in the room saw it. Especially Linda. We made our way to the next room, but some random guy, probably the next singer, came running in with a water gun. He shouted "GUN!", which startled her so much that she threw her drink up in the air, getting all soaked from it. I wanted to ask her if she was American, having such a strong association with that word. I think she spoke Swedish though and vaguely reminded me of someone. The guy left and she started removing my trousers, which made me a bit uncomfortable as it wouldn't be as easy to scramble up and hide if someone came in. She started taking my socks off and I helped her. I was about to explode and remember thinking that I wouldn't last long if we started.
Walked around the neighbourhood on a dark autumn/winter evening, fixing small, cute and cuddly donkeys that were malfunctioning. Had to kick them hard three times to make them light up green - like a satire of teaching animals, I thought in the dream.
Went down by the sea with a girl who had problems with her dog, I kicked it hard several times until it would work again.
Came into some sort of store room with loads of pole dancers of varying attractiveness. I was going to select some for something. After having seen them all I liked the first ones the best, they were brunettes with enormous boobs and cute faces, but as I asked to see the first ones again I noticed another tall one, taller than me, who drew my interest because she stood out. I pushed her up against the wall and she gasped. I suspected she was trans. The other girls started spanking me with something that looked like the long plastic tubes you can spin in the air to create a whistle. I liked it.
I heard the "A Wild, Wild Party" (from the Wild Party play) song being played, in Swedish, and I left the girls to follow the music and started singing along. A huge crowd was singing it and I made my way through some big, wooden halls towards the song. I was glad, because I remembered having introduced that song on my laptop for the party host (who was someone that I half know like Nils Burman or Johan Larsson). I entered the party, which was in another nice wooden chamber, filled with people, and we all finished the song with lots of harmonies. It was amazing. I had prepared a song myself, which had been delegated to me before the party. I wanted to tell someone that I had had a nightmare about coming to the party without having prepared the song, but now I knew it well. At least I had a piece of paper with me. It wasn't my turn yet, but the next singer was a close friend of the host, who started singing the classical Bamse opening theme. It then faded off and turned into a ballad version of the song. I thought it sounded like Purple Rain, because so much of it was just talk, and it turned out that it was Purple Rain, but with Bamse lyrics. Some people wanted to do a toast for me and Linda and I didn't want to ruin the party mood by telling them that we had separated, so I let them and raised my glass. They said something about how we'd be together forever. Then Siri (or someone who I thought was Siri in a teddy bear suit) stood up and said something like "Excuse me, hello, but didn't you know that Hjalmar and Linda already broke up?". I went to sit in a corner, far away from the rest, not to draw too much attention from the party.
A beautiful and quite tall, blonde girl in a purple tulle dress came over and sat on my lap. She was obviously making an approach. I put my arms on her legs and she leaned back towards me. Then she started complaining that her underwear and leggings were uncomfortable. I didn't realise what she meant, but she stood up and pulled them down. Then she pulled up her dress and showed me everything. It was neatly shaved. She was going to sit down again, but when she didn't get a proper reaction from me, she took my hand and made me feel her, and even pushed my fingers inside of her, talking about how wet she was. I pulled down my own trousers, so that she'd have something to sit on, but then she told me that we should go to another room. I got up, quite clumsily, trying to quickly pull up my trousers, but had such a huge hard on that it was hard not to reveal it. We had sat a bit away from the crowd, but standing up most of them could probably have seen us if they weren't so focused on the singers. I remember thinking how I hoped that no one in the room saw it. Especially Linda. We made our way to the next room, but some random guy, probably the next singer, came running in with a water gun. He shouted "GUN!", which startled her so much that she threw her drink up in the air, getting all soaked from it. I wanted to ask her if she was American, having such a strong association with that word. I think she spoke Swedish though and vaguely reminded me of someone. The guy left and she started removing my trousers, which made me a bit uncomfortable as it wouldn't be as easy to scramble up and hide if someone came in. She started taking my socks off and I helped her. I was about to explode and remember thinking that I wouldn't last long if we started.
