I have a very vivid imagination when masturbating. Right down to the emotions of my imaginary, or sometimes not, lover is feeling, what i'm feeling, if he moves a strand of hair in a certain way, if my eyes are closed, etc, etc...
I write a lot, so I think that's where it comes from.
Anyway, I won't go into my fantasies because most of them are extremely personal and mainly painful to think about...
But I can tell you that I had the most amazing (and slightly weird/creepy) dream this morning!
I dreamt that I was on the run with a best guy friend, trying to catch these people that had apparently stolen some child. I found out who it was, and actually had known the people previously somehow, so they took me as well. I got to a dark basement area, and they told me that I had to be killed. I knew that they would do it violently so I decided to ruin their "fun" of torturing me, so I took a piece of broken glass on the floor and stabbed myself in the stomach. The two that were in the room with me (a man, and a woman) saw me drop to the floor and thinking that I had no wish to live anymore, were now worried that I would actually die painfully and slow. They moved me to another room with a mattress on the top right corner. The girl stayed with me, until a few minutes later the man returned with a needle filled with drugs. He told me that instead of bleeding out to death he would let me instead overdose. (??? I know...this dream is nutty.) So I offered my arm out to him, and instead he told me 'no', and stabbed it into my temple. I started to hallucinate, and flashes of my old "life" flashed before my eyes, I felt like I was going crazy, and then suddenly I fell still. A new man, that I had once known well, came into the room. Apparently I loved him in my dream. I was crying when he entered, but not sobbing, just basically waiting to die. He lied down next to me, and just talked to me. I don't exactly remember the conversation, but it was comforting, and I kept thinking at certain moments I was dying, but I would always come back into conciousness. Finally, he asked me what he should do, and I asked him to just hold me. He wrapped his arms around my waste, and held me while I cried. Then I turned towards him to grab his waste, and when our eyes met we kissed. He made the most beautiful love to me, and kissed every tear off of my face. Then I woke up.
WEIRD. I know, but I woke up and masturbated to it, cause the feelings were so vivid and intense in my dream that I could still feel them when I was half-awake. Ever get that? Anyway...I'm totally not into romance, and corny shit like that, so that was weird for me.
I'm pretty sure that was just a giant waste of everyone's time, and slightly psychotic. Woops. Don't read that.