A horrible but colourful rejection...

Myself and two friends were working as servants at a large mansion.  

We weren't allowed to live with the other servants, but were living outside in the grounds, where they kept the coal.  As a result of being excluded, the three of us were very close and I cared for them a great deal. 

The owner of the mansion was the Queen but she was very ill. She had turned purple and gone all folded and all the stamps had had to be changed. 

Foreign dignitaries kept visiting but they would all fall ill. It was on every news channel. 

We however were more concerned with food. 

The cooks made food for all the other servants but three of us were not allowed in. We stood at the window staring in at roast dinners being eaten, or worse....left half eaten. 

The only food we were allowed was frozen potatoes. The other staff would throw them at us for fun. 

I told my friends that I'd see if I could reason with one of the two head cooks and one day I actually got in and wandered in to their quarters only to realise one of them was my great aunt. 

I thought I'd easily be able to reason with her. She was friendly and welcoming and very sympathetic. She went to get me a cup of tea but came back with a giant omelette which she threw over me. 

When I got it off me I was in a different place and everyone else was there including my two friends who were congratulating each other and laughing at me. 

I had a sudden panicky feeling of being set up and fooled and I realised my friends didn't really like me at all.  

My great aunt told me I was being auctioned off as a slave. She showed me dozens of metal paint tins and told me they all had a different colour. 

The final price they got for me would determine my duties as a slave. Not even the bidders knew the prices and duties but each band of prices had a corresponding colour and I would be painted that colour once the auction was over. 

I had been dressed in a corset and a cape made of black bin bags and rope. It was uncomfortable. 

Alan Sugar arrived. He was to be the auctioneer but he made an announcement first that he had invested all his money by hiding it in sheep in west Wales. 

The tins were opened in readiness and I wondered what colour I'd end up as. 

I didn't think anyone would bid and wondered what they'd do then and if they'd let me go. 

The bidding however, started but it didn't go in order so lower bids were coming after higher bids. 

Also, not all of the bids were in money. Someone bid a zoo car park and someone bid all the post boxes in side streets. 

In the end one of my original 'friends' won the bidding with their bid of the letter 'e'. 

I felt fully resigned to everything going on and the paint colour turned out to be burnt orange which was painted only on to my arms. 

My 'friend' said he'd had pleasure enough already just fooling me for so long so he would donate me to the whole room.  I felt very hurt and bewildered as to why I was so hated. 

Everyone surged towards me cheering and started painting me every colour. Then they just got over excited and just threw the paint over me all shouting and laughing. 

I woke up feeling horrible after this dream :-/ I deliberately haven't named the two friends.

Who'd argue over me!?.....

Well no one!  But this is a dream ;-)

My husband and I were walking through Cardiff past a very tall, posh looking apartment block. I noticed a car driving along the roof and somehow recognised my friend Ann driving. 

In the dream I remembered her saying that she lived in such a place and that she had her own parking space on the roof.  Both my husband and I looked carefully at the interestingly shaped building and couldn't see how on earth cars could get up there, so concluded there must be something clever going on round the back. 

When I looked up again and waved to Ann, I saw there was a party in full swing. Everyone was dressed in a most provocative and unusual way and from what we could see it was clear it was a fancy dress sex party/orgy. 

Ann waved at us and beckoned for us to go up. My husband didn't want to and said we'd come out to go shopping but I wanted to go and said it would be a bit of fun. 

In the end I went on my own and as I went up in the glass lift, I could see that each floor had its own roof. 

I also seemed to acquire an appropriate outfit whilst in the lift, which I'd best not describe for fear of upsetting certain people that may be reading!  

Once up there, I saw two men I knew, but who seemed to know each other...which surprised me. One was a friend (M) and the other I can only presume was a figment of my imagination. 

They seemed to be arguing and I remember thinking 'uh-oh' as I tried desperately to back away and run back downstairs before they saw me... but it was too late. 

Suddenly the three of us were on a beach on Pendine sands. We could see that thousands of people were trying to get to the sea but were being held back by police. 

We were the only three allowed on the beach. In one direction was a never ending crowd of people pushing hard to try to get past the police and in the other direction, the sea. In between was a huge sandy beach with only us on it... and the open top car we were stood next to. 

The two men were arguing over who owned me and the argument seemed to involve bedsheets stained with blood which were being waved around angrily. I sat in the car with an overwhelming feeling of helplessness and that this would not end well. 

I noticed there were three mattresses on the floor in an allotment which had appeared on the beach nearby and I wanted to go to sleep but as I tried to walk away, both men grabbed an arm without even looking at me or stopping their argument. 

Eventually they decided to try to coax me to pick one or the other and each one opened a trunk to show me items to represent how my life would be as their slave. 

I had better not describe the items!  

I chose one trunk not knowing who it belonged to, but the argument broke out again and this time it seemed to be about shaving. 

I suddenly realised that the crowd had broken through and were running towards us, so I started the car and drove off with both men hanging on being pulled behind. The crowd were impossibly fast and I drove faster and faster until I realised I was heading for the sea and couldn't stop. 

Bit of a sexual theme this time....

I was using the software GarageBand but to create a sexual experience rather than a piece of music. There were layers of sensation and stimulation to create so I had to keep sneaking off to find a private space to 'record' bits, but I was followed everywhere so was constantly moving on from room to room and hiding.

I seemed to have many sex toys but most were broken, deformed or covered in black fluff. Eventually I got it finished and it was so good the government declared it the national anthem orgasm.

In a separate part of the dream I was in a fairground and a man was in one half of a two person extreme swing. He needed a partner. There was quite an audience and they all thought I was the exact right size to balance him. They said I could go on for free so I did.

The swing got higher and higher and ended up breaking free and swooping through the clouds. It landed in a cave garage and I was taken off to be the man's sex slave.