Last night I had a dream where I watched a show that was somewhere between a carnival act (in a tent and all) but then there was apart where you could have a more private experience. The performer was dressed sort like a hobo but also had a magic suitcase which would supposedly give you specifically what you needed, whatever that was. And I went out back and into the private performance which was In a little wooden building that was much bigger on the inside. (I think there was a small extra fee but maybe not?). There was the performer and he took his hand away from the open suitcase and his hand was cupped like when you pull water up from a stream. I cupped my hand and he poured the clear liquid into it. “Your drug” he said and I drank it. It was slightly bitter but not bad. Maybe like quinine in tonic water? I figured it was part of the gimmick. Then he rubbed the bulge in his pants and said I have exactly what you need. I should have felt alarmed, but wasn’t. He walked around behind me and when he came back around, he bent towards me and was suddenly Martin Freeman. His coloring had been similar enough to begin with, not that I had noticed it before. I can’t remember what all he said, but it was dirty and hot. He got me on my hands and knees, rucked up me dress and pulled my panties to the side. I couldn’t tell whether he had put a condom on. I thought so, but was lost enough in sensation that it honestly didn’t phase me. He rubbed along my slit and then began pushing into me. He fucked me hard and rough, gripping my hips tightly, pulling my hair, etc. I came shuddering and so did he. He pulled out. When he helped me to my feet and smoothed my dress back in place, he seemed to be the carnival worker again.
WTF brain?
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