Date: April 10, 2019
I – a pedophile – got away with something last night…
…Entirely without intention or trace…it was “the perfect crime”…involving nobody but myself…and nothing but the fruits of my biological processes…
I had a dream…This was not an ordinary dream, but an ultra rare dream…My senses were all present, and vivid…
…I could feel his weight…I could feel his soft skin…I could taste his soft skin…I could feel his small penis…I saw his face and his short, blond hair…I saw and experienced the pajamas he was wearing…and I’d have to estimate he was about seven years old…
I don’t know I’d say I entirely condone what took place in that dream…as there wasn’t any talking…and no back story to set it up…We were just two male humans, there in a bedroom…apparently prior to going to bed…or just after waking up.
At any rate…I got pulled along with the events unfolding…just as this boy was…I did not know what was about to happen…It just started happening…
The boy was, presumably, a product of my unconscious mind…unless it’s possible to jump into another persons dream…and interact with them in that setting…which I don’t specifically believe is possible…but I’ve had very strange experiences in my life, which go beyond simple explanation…So…who knows?…
…Maybe there’s a blond haired, seven year old boy wearing blue pajamas, who also woke up extra happy today?…somewhere else in this world?…
No…It probably all happened, isolated in my own head…
There is no such thing as voodoo molestation, after all…Right?
…But what an amazing super power that would be…visiting people in their dreams…
I should be clear, before saying just how utterly real the dream was…I don’t have any real world experience with fondling a seven year old boys penis, through his pajamas…So, technically…I don’t know that this experienced dream was indistinguishable from the real thing…I don’t have memories of the real thing, to compare it with.
This experienced dream was without shame…or fear…it just was…it just happened, in a completely free zone…without judgement…
…And it was very nice…an all too rare treat, my unconscious brain gives me…once every several years.
There is no physical trace of it…There’s no psychological trauma from it…You cannot judge or prosecute me, for having had this experience…which to my mind, was indistinguishable from a real world experience, while it was unfolding in my dream…
…I just wish I knew…how to force these kinds of dream to happen…because I haven’t had nearly enough of them…
This one BoyLover friend of mine…we’re very estranged from each other [in a “drifting apart” kind of way]…I remember him once saying, that he always had these kinds of dreams after eating a spicy, pepperoni pizza…
…I thought he was just joking around…but, I’ve been eating on a double pepperoni pizza for the last two days…
…Hmmm…
…He may have been onto something.
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