CW: anal sex, death
(Aryalat’s notes: I had this dream in the night between the 23rd to 24th of October, and while this one is not particularly sad I also cried when retelling it to my girlfriend.)
(Aryalat’s notes: Once again, the beginning of this dream is quite fuzzy in my memory. At least, it doesn’t belong to a previous dream, since it’s properly connected to it. I will give an overview of the setting and the previous events I can remember before starting with the story proper.)
(Aryalat’s notes: in this dream, the main character is basically me, but a few years younger. I hadn’t yet met my girlfriend, and while some people knew I was a girl, a lot still treated me like a boy.)
In this dream, I was part of an extreme challenge TV show. Contestants needed each week to learn a new skill, and face each other in duels to eliminate their rivals. Each pair had to overcome different challenges, so it’s not like all people learned the same. What viewers and pretty much anyone else didn’t know was that the show was actually criminal: the loser of each challenge was executed, and we were all there against our will, not like we could tell anyone. So the stakes were actually life and death, not simulated like they made it seem for the show.
While I remember nothing of the first trial, only that I won (since I was still alive), I remember very vaguely the second trial. It was sword fighting, and my rival and I were wearing full body white protective gear. We were cuffed to each other with very long chains from our necks, and fighting on top of a glass floor. I won somehow, and I still remember the image of the glass floor bursting under my rival, and them dropping down a long distance (Aryalat’s notes: I didn’t look down).
Time came for the third trial, the semifinals of the contest. This time, it was an airborne acrobatics show involving bicycles and trampolines (Aryalat’s notes: real me cannot ride a bike to save her life). As was usual for the contest, we had a week to prepare the trial, so I practiced in a very tall gym riding the bikes on the trampolines and doing tricks and such. The gym was light blue, and some of the trampolines were suspended on the air, and were small, only a wheel could fit, in the show they were more like platforms to bounce against. I was actually getting to do a good job, somehow.
Finally, the day of the trial came. The show was going to be performed on the top of a skyscraper, with the risk of falling off the building part of the adrenaline of the trial. In any case, the loser would be dropped from there anyway. My rival, this time, was an old high school friend of mine (Aryalat’s notes: I used to have a huge crush on him for a few years back in high school, never told him). We were both standing against a metal fence, with our protective gear on, not really saying anything. I was quite sad and affected about what was about to happen, as I knew either of us would die there. So I started talking to him. I said, in a sad tone, that one of the things I regretted the most was that, had he asked, I would have liked to do things with him. He looked at me perplexed for a few seconds before asking me to confirm that I meant what he thought, with an interested look on him. As a response, I took him by the hand and brought him to our changing room, smiling all the while.
(Aryalat’s notes: start of NSFW part). I took him to the bench in the middle of the room, and asked him to take me there and then. He pulled down his pants as I did mine, and got into position grabbing the bench in front of me, so I was bent over it but still standing on the floor (Aryalat’s notes: I’m actually a bit taller than him). He grabbed me by the waist and positioned himself. Finally, he entered me and started pounding quite strongly, while I enjoyed every second of it, moving back and forth with the rhythm. He finished inside of me, while I didn’t actually cum, but I was very satisfied by it all. (Aryalat’s notes: end of NSFW part).
After getting dressed again, we went back to the stage to wait for the program to start. I was smiling quite satisfied about what had just happened, and went to stand with my mother and my sister, who were there too for some reason. They asked me about why I was so smiley, and I told them that their daughter/sister had just lost her virginity back there. They laughed about it, thinking I was just nervous joking, but it was true. So I decided to give them more details about the event, and their jaws dropped in disbelief. I’m pretty sure they hadn’t closed their mouth by the time the program started.
My friend and I were called to the center of the stage, so they could present the new trial. We went hand in hand, and in front of the whole audience, denounced the whole show, how people were dying for real, how we were there against our will… That caused a commotion in the audience, and between the people in the public present there, and they tried to reach the organizers and the judges. Somehow they managed to make one of the parts of the scaffolding drop, and it crushed one of the judges, which actually made me very happy.
Sadly, they couldn’t stop the show, and it was my time to participate. I got my bike, looked forward determined, and I woke up.
