I was working in the costume department of a professional circus. The grande finale featured the movie actor Vin Diesel, acting the part of a kind of Polynesian warrior, covered in full body tattoos, who climbed to the top of a tall building to escape persecution, exactly like King Kong. On my first day on the job I had to help him get into his costume, which consisted of a bodysuit printed with fake tattoos, and a kind of codpiece, to cover his modesty.
Well, the costume was very tight and in order to ease his way in to it, Vin had shaved off all of his body hair - and I mean ALL OF IT! [I think I've been looking at The Lovely Jonathan's porn collection a bit too much lately!]
It was very exciting to be so close to such a muscle-bound and completely naked man. The mood of the dream itself was very sweet and romantic, but I managed to run my hands all over him and press myself against him, sly wench that I am, as I helped him on with the costume. Of course he couldn't resist me, so he kissed me and said he would see me after the show.
I went outside to join my hubby and kids [Huh? how did they get in my dream?!!]
on a sunlit lawn to watch the show. I kept trying to catch Vin's eye and send intimate and meaningful smiles to him. After the show I ran eagerly to meet him, throwing small children and old ladies aside in my haste, but was utterly crushed to find him surrounded by a crowd of worshippers, including two very young and beautiful women, one on each of his brawny arms....
Then I bloody well woke up before I had time to fight them off and drag my prize to my underground, yet tastefully decorated (red velvet and ceiling mirrors) lair. It's so unfair when dreams end badly, isn't it? I want my money back on that one.
Strangely, I have never particularly fancied Vin for real - I only saw him once in a silly motorbike action movie - but this dream has made me see him in a different light....