Dreams licked

In my dream I was with this guy I like and he licked my face then we were watching tv and he was half naked and I was playing with the strings of his blanket

I licked an eyeball

In a huge parking lot at an event filled with cars. found a lot of loose change on ground in different locations.found 2 sets of car keys. then found a third set. tried pressing the remote starts to find out which cars they belong to. clicked the remote and two of the closest cars started. clicked the third set but that was a car far away. opened first car and started to open trunk and go through car to find things of value. checked inside, then trunk. female owner came out, told them I found the keys and they were grateful. while talking to her, other car owner came to her car. she was looking for her keys but couldn't find them. I yelled to her I found them. She knew first owner. they were happy. then went into brick building. looked like a high school. I was dressed as a mailman. girl was with me. she seemed scared to go in. she said they wont bother her if she was with me because I was a federal worker. we walked through the crowded halls. there seemed to be security all around. we past a well dressed young attractive lady. she had a name badge on that said, supervisor. we walked past. I turned around to her walked back but now she was dressed without her suit jacket on. it was during lunch and she was with a large group talking to them. I waited, but then interrupted her. I told her I found a large leather suitcase filled with stuff in the parking lot. It belonged to the third car that I had keys for. she opened the bag but it now had compartments filled with electronic tools and meters and papers. they was also a large, separate homemade electronic device. we tried to figure out what it was. I turned it on. I examined it, then she did. it had a small television screen that turned on. I said that I think it belongs to a electrician person. I work for the post office and we can find out who it belonged to. I also thought I could use all the tools but that wouldn't be right. I thought it might be a friend who owns the third car. I tried to shut it off but it would not turn off. it finally did but after awhile. I thought briefly that it could be a bomb. moved to stores where my wife and I was walking. we sat down near some steps. I picked up a armful of what appeared to be giant leafy weeds. I through them into over fence into grass/dirt field. My wife told me she just took out 500 dollars from the bank to get hair done. I was afraid we took out all our money.

Tried to jump over a spider web, but my foot kept getting stuck. I tried three or four times, then I saw that there were dead lizards all around the web. A spider got on my ankle but I flicked it off.

I was in an abandoned building with Mohammed Alsharif and this couple (whom I don't actually know but I seemed to know in the dream). The four of us were going to go somewhere and I ended up outside in the car (a yellow convertible) with the couple. The guy was driving and he started to drive off without Mohammed. I protested and the guy said something to the effect of 'screw him' and then said, 'He shouldn't lag behind.' I got highly offended and demanded we go back. The guy refused; I argued; he refused. So, I told him to let me out. He woudn't. So, we argued about that until I told him this was kidnapping and got my phone out to call the police. I was deposited on a dark, rain-slicked skid row street. It was very dark and I started to walk back to the apartment to find Mohammed. I got to the upstairs doorway - a kind of doorway without a door to a landing with cracked and abused plaster, the cement floors covered in dust and debris - and he was there. "I'm so sorry, I said. "No problem," he shrugged in classic Mohammed fashion. "No, it's terrible. They were going to leave without you." "It's okay." Again, quintessential Mohammed casual shrug. "They're assholes. I'm so sorry. What should we do now?" I asked, thinking we would make alternate plans for the night out. He smiled in a cute, coy way and blushed as he shrugged his shoulders. I got the hint and smiled and blushed and looked down at my shoes. As I looked back up, he put his arms around my neck - very gently, very shyly - and leaned over to kiss me. It was gentle at first, but as I became more receptive, he got bolder. At one point, I gave a little whimper while he was kissing me and lips still on mine, he smiled and repeated my whimper mockingly. In this torrent of polite and demure passion, the boldest I could force myself to be was to press a hand to his chest. His hands never ventured beyond the back of my neck.