Dreams prostitute

In my dream I was the head of an ancient order of tantric monks. Our order had perfected extremely advanced sexual techniques that allowed us to transcend the physical limitations of time and space. Many of these techniques utilized semenancy - and as a result most of the monks were constantly experimenting with supplements to increase the volume of the semen they were capable of ejaculating. Somehow these supplements were genetically modified by evil oligarchs in such as way as to increase seminal volume several thousand times beyond the maximum sought by semenancy practitioners. As a result many monks were rocketed into earth orbit by the force of their own ejaculations. My dream ended just as I was about to interpret a particularly fascinating semen splatter pattern on the face of one of our young temple prostitutes. It was very frustrating as it seemed like the meaning of everything was about to be revealed just before I woke up. But that's a spurt scrying dream for you....

My husband and I move into a new house and I feel happy where we live. A prostitute appears in our house and he chooses her over me. I leave the room pissed off he has chosen the prostitute. I go in the next morning and they are naked. I ask my husband what they did and he tells me they gave each other oral then fell asleep then woke up and had unprotected sex. I feel shattered and angry and said that's great you had a happy family and you destroyed it. I leave him.

I was a prostitute who was having sex in front of children in a an elementary school, there were old cellphones candles

Im running in a race, that goes underground and then through a church, then back underground. i keep running this same root till i find the guy im looking for. but right as i reach him im taken by the priest of the church. he takes me out side and i have changed into a prostitute. then he puts a large dress on me covering me from head to toe. then throws kerosene on me, ties me to a wooden ladder and lights me on fire. i turn my face and the guy i was looking for to begin with is watching as i burn.

I dreamed Jacob and I moved into a luxury suite in my old dorm at Indiana State, where -- apparently -- many of my old schoolmates still lived. Then I dreamed that on a dark street, a druggy-looking prostitute started skipping in circles around me trying to get me to contract for his services. THEN, I dreamed that at the Easter Vigil at St. Peter's Episcopal Church, Chicago, a guy who was supposed to read instead walked to the tabernacle, took out a ciborium full of hosts, scattered them all over the altar, and then proceeded to do a liturgical dance by candlelight, being roundly booed and hissed and finally manhandled out of the church so that the deacon could proceed to read the Gospel. Later in that dream, the liturgy stalled for an hour when the acolytes couldn't get the candles lit.