What are flirting dreams about?

Before I begin I want to say that this colleague is 14 years older than me, and I never saw her in a sexual way. I sort of playfully flirt since we’re the only single people at work.

So I had this dream I’m at a tropical resort. I’m relaxing in a secluded spot in a stone bath. The water is nearly full to the brim, there’s fern trees, bamboo shoots around the area making it more secluded. The bath seems to be rather milky coloured with white and pink hibiscus flowers floating in it. And a rock statue of an owl watching over the secluded bath.

And then my colleague turns up and disrobes beside the bathtub. She gives me a brief smile as she drops the bathrobe. I see her full curvy figure, a nice thick bush, and a large chest with some sagging . She joins me in the bath, there is like a large banana leaf as like a towel mat... and I’m absolutely aroused by the sight of her.

As she gets in I feel her pubic mound brush briefly against my erect penis. She stares at me with a smirk as she bathes and massages her chest, and says: “you are safe now.”

She’s plays and massages my penis which feels like it’s growing and I noticed as she has gotten into the milky bath her breast look more firm and bigger. There is a strong aroma of honey and coconut in the air too.

My colleague then gives me the most amazing blowjob to which I cum in her mouth and on her face.

So this dream happened a few weeks ago. But I’m embarrassed about it, and it’s only the last week or so she is now flirt with me too! And when she does I can’t get that dream out of my minds eye.

Is there more to this? Work has been a bit of a roller coaster lately but I’m just worked up over how vivid it was and the fact she is now fliflirtbit with me.

Sorry if this is messy. Last night, I had a dream that lasted over the course of years. During this time I fell in love, got married, and was so very happy. I can still remember so many details vividly and can still remember our first and last kiss. I can remember how everything felt emotionally and things as simple as hugs.
For a little bit more detail, I met my husband and immediately fell in love. We would write secret notes to each other and flirt for so long. At the same time I was stuck in an engagement I didn’t want to be in. The notes were found and my family tried to make it seem like he was an awful person to save my reputation. I ran away with him, causing my family and most of my friends to shun me. It didn’t matter to me, though. I knew I loved this man and didn’t know what to do without him.
Right before I woke up, he kissed me and was about to leave for work. He was almost through the door when he turned back and gave me a long kiss. He said “I love you, I’ll be back soon.”

And i woke up

Now I am grieving someone who never existed. Someone that I thought I’d spent years with. I know this is pretty ridiculous, but I’m unsure of how to move past it. I know I have no choice and that I need to move on (and I will), but I’m unsure if there’s any possible meanings behind this.

I had this dream a while back, I still think of it, so I was wondering if anyone would care to offer an interpretation?

It's a bit long, so if you need tldr...
- too large for gorgeous dresses
- perfume that transforms my shoulders and arms to paper scales
- flirt with British beatnik in an alley who turns me down cold
- get deja vu of being raped
- car won't start, see bad man behind me.

Still interested? Details below. :-)

I'm in a clothing store browsing for clothes with my friends. There is a new Prada dress that has been released and a steady stream of thin gorgeous girls are literally grabbing the dresses off the rack. I have spiteful fun telling a girl she is a size 10 and watching her get upset she's not a size 8. The dress only comes in a size 8, so I am obviously too large for it. This continues for a while.

There is a glorious shining perfume wall with many beautiful perfumes and I delight in trying them. Then the store is closing and the lights dim. But there's time for just one last perfume.

I quickly find one with little bits of glitter in the bottle, and swiftly sprinkle it over my shoulders and arms. It doesn't really smell much; it's a bit disappointing.

As I exit the shop, I notice that my arms and shoulders are completely covered with a scale-like covering of little squares of silver paper. I laugh to myself.

I see a somewhat scruffy beatnik looking man smoking a cigarette watching me. I grin and ask him, 'Do YOU fancy being covered in glitter?'
He replies with a British accent, 'No... Why would I want that?'
'Oh, you never know,' I reply, flirt.

I walk around a secluded corner, casually picking and rolling off bits of glitter and pieces flutter to the ground.

I'm suddenly on high alert and aware I am dreaming. I remember that in a previous dream, I was viciously raped here. I have forgotten the dream but know it in my body. I don't remember by whom or exactly where, it is a bit like de ja vu- this has all happened before.

I think if I can get to my car, I can drive away fast. There doesn't seem to be anyone close by, so I hop into the car and press the central locking button. But as I look in the rearview mirror, I see that a different man had already hopped into the backseat. The car won't start. I am filled with dread. I try to get out of the car and wake up.

In my dream, there was an attractive man around my age who had wavy, shoulder-length hair, olive skin, and a fit body. It felt like we had been friends for a while, as if he had come over to attend my family parties when we were children. In the main event of the dream, flirting turns into foreplay which turns into full-blown sex. I’ll spare the details except for one that seemed quite significant - the guy is not using a condom and ejaculates inside of me. Beneath the pleasure I feel in the dream, there is also worry because I am not taking birth control. He seems completely relaxed about it, meanwhile I flit between feeling shy acceptance of having his children and a determination to feel safe in such an uncertain scenario by reassuring myself that I could secretly get an abortion if I later decide that’s what I should do.

Let me know if you have thoughts on what this dream could symbolize! In real life, I am single and circumstantially celibate

I had a weird dream about some very average looking guy who was out on a date with a succubus. The man was fairly unmemorable looking. Just your basic brown haired, blue eyed slightly chubby average Joe in his early 30s. But the succubus had kind of an alt type thing going on. She had short spiky dark hair, loads of piercings, and wore a tight magenta dress and was probably no older than 20. She also had a very long tongue and would frequently stick it out and lick her lips at her date.

They went and got a hotel room together and she pulled out a plate and silverware and lit candles and put some movie on the TV, all while they were bantering back and forth and talking to each other flirtatiously.

Then she sits down next to him with the silverware and carves off a piece of his hand and eats it! And he just doesn't care. She keeps carving off and eating bits of him and he doesn't act like it's anything weird. The entire affair is treated like it's some kind of romantic dinner out and he's just sitting there flirting with her while they chat back and forth, sometimes laughing like nothing fucked up is going on.

She continues to eat him until not much is left but his head and a few slabs of meat. Then it's the next night of their stay and she shows up in red lingerie. The guy she's with is literally just a head at this point and the remaining meat has been turned into sandwiches but for some reason he can still talk. And once again they continue chatting and flirting while she eats him like they're out on some normal kind of date.

Then I get a glimpse from the man's perspective and it's no longer third person. He notices she keeps flicking her tongue out. And he's starting to realize that there's nothing left of him but a head. And he knows somehow if he cuts out her tongue he'll have his entire body once more attached to his neck and in one piece again.

So he asks if he can try a bite of her too. She seems so flattered by this sentiment, puts down her sandwich and gets the silverware and starts to carve a small part of her face while grinning and giggling. "Sure, babe! You can have *anything* you want!"

And then I woke up.