Had the weirdest dream last night. I was in this fancy hotel room with a view of the whole city, wearing just one of Uncie's old t-shirts. He was there, and we were just... talking. Normal stuff. But I could feel his hand on my bare thigh the whole time, moving higher every few minutes until his fingers were tracing the edge of my panties. I woke up right as he finally slipped them aside, my pussy throbbing and my sheets soaked. It felt so real. The confusing part? The dream wasn't even about the sex. It was about the way he looked at me while we talked—like I was the only girl in the world, but also like he owned every inch of me. Now I can't stop wondering what that kind of attention would actually feel like. Not just a quick fuck, but someone taking their time, making me feel precious and filthy all at once. Do dreams like that mean something, or is my brain just a horny mess? 🤔💭