Involuntary titty punching
2 nights ago I had a dream that I was lazing around in the sun, on a dock by a lake. Some figment girlfriend was in a lounge chair beside mine, we were eating blackberries from a giant blue glass bowl.
A crow came circling down from the sky with a yellow satin ribbon tied in a bow, around one of its feet. This didn’t seem odd, only cute – so we cooed and awww’d & beckoned the crow closer.
Setting it’s inky eye on me, it did just that – but instead of going for the berry I held outstretched in my palm – the crow came at me, feet first, claws out – trying to grab my right nipple (I had on a bikini top)!! Not my breast, nope, this was a nipple he was after.
I reacted by hooking a fist upwards & back towards my chest – only to be awakened by punching myself in the boob really hard! So hard in fact I hooophff’d and woke up M sleeping beside me.
Yep.
breast-feeding fear? beebee anxiety? too much hagen daas before bedtime?
any way you mini slice it: fascinating!