Dreaming in Technicolour

Sexual Party Pooper

Only on two separate occasions have I ever had dreams about Nephele in the twelve years I’ve known of and have been friends with Nephele. The first dream happened sometime in 2021 and was a sexually themed dream, where I admired her charms as a hidden nymph. Then the second dream happened this early morning, where Nephele was forced by her partner to open up their relationship into a polyamorous one. Nephele was obviously not happy with the one-sided decision that she ultimately relented to. So somehow, out of all of the guys she knew, she went to me and propositioned to be my muse. I was flabbergasted because of all of the guys she knows, I am most likely one of the least attractive to what I know she is interested in. Regardless, in this second dream, it was quite vivid. It went something like this…

  1. Nephele appears before me with teary eyes, holding back light sobs.
  2. She told me that her partner decided to open up their relationship to a polyamorous one, that she did not want, but relented.
  3. She asked if I would take her as my muse.
  4. *I told her I was surprised she would ask me when clearly, we’re not each others’ ‘types’.
  5. Before accepting her as my muse, we spoke about the basic rules of our relationship.
  6. One of her requests was that she is to be my only muse besides Amber being my wife.
  7. One of her other requests is that I can never speak with her boyfriend about us, and prefer we don’t get into the habit of becoming close friends.
  8. In the next sequence of events, Nephele stood in front of me, as I was seated. She took off her shirt exposing her exquisite bare breasts, while I unraveled her belt, loosened her jeans, and had them drop on the floor, revealing lovely white panties.
  9. She had her arms raised and folded behind her head, while staring down at me. I proceeded to caress the sides of her body up and down, invoking her nipples to become erect and the aroma of her pussy to become a muskier. However, when my left hand touched a large rectangular spot on her right abdomen, she would verbally and physically stop me, telling me that she had trauma there and demand I avoid that area. I noticed that her abdomen there was covered in a sticky gel substance and noticed some brown scars on there as well.
  10. I told her I will avoid her right abdomen, then proceeded to kiss her stomach, pelvic area, hips, and up to her breasts, where I engulfed each of them in turn with my mouth succulently.
  11. Awhile of adoring her naked body with my mouth and my hands, Amber spoke from the other room and asked us to join her.
  12. I lead Nephele into the bedroom, helped her onto the bed, and she laid down between Amber and I. Amber made out with Nephele, while I fondled the both of them.
  13. The rest is just more foreplay and intercourse between the three of us.
  14. After our orgasmic adventure, Nephele laid alongside Amber in quiet panting, while they stared into each others eyes smiling. I laid down next to Nephele’s feet, kissing her feet and toes every now and then.
  15. Nephele brought up something that happened in real life. She asked us if we noticed how she has always been sexually reclusive in our conversations whenever the topic of sex came up. Both Amber and I looked at each other, then blurted out laughing. Nephele’s facial expression suddenly went from surprise to a more mellow one. She simply nodded and said, “Mhm” in acknowledgment that we definitely saw that sexual reclusion. We three spoke about it extensively, having Nephele go into detail on why she was like that.
  16. At the end of her explanation, both Amber and I were already making love to Nephele again, but this time, Nephele initial apprehension melted away, like she was suddenly able to uncage her desires and emotions.
  17. In a separate scene, while I was having some tea in front of my computer, I noticed Amber and Nephele speaking away into the evening, like old friends catching up.
  18. In the early morning, as I was getting ready for bed, Nephele appears beside me and we kissed. She thanked me for letting her be my muse. She said it like this: “Thank you for letting me be a part of you, be a part of the both of you.” Nephele explained that she chose me, because of all of the horndog men she knows, she felt she could trust me/trust us the most.

Note, that all of that was a part of the second dream I had of Nephele. So obviously, none of that was real. However, like 95% of all of the dreams I’ve had from the entirety of my life thus far, my dreams have acted as an untainted intuition advisor of sorts. Basically, most of my dreams take the experiences and perceptions I had with people and convert them into a format that my brain can decipher in a useful understandable sort of way. These vivid dreams have actually never failed me in terms of understanding the reality of things.

However, further note that what I dream about in story, doesn’t necessarily reflect the reality of the people I dream about. Rather, the story is a metaphor of what I am experiencing in my own life. So Nephele could very well represent a fragment of who I am, rather than representing Nephele herself as a real person. However, on that same note, it’s also possible that dreaming about Nephele is showing me two entities within my dream: my desire to find a muse like Nephele, and an interpretation of what Nephele might be hiding in real life. So at the end of the day, even though Nephele has made an appearance in my dream, Nephele isn’t necessarily representing herself in the dream on a 1:1 basis.

For all of you Star Trek DS9 fans, imagine me as The Sisko and the characters in my dreams as the various timeless Wormhole Prophets.

Anyway, to give perspective to how real life has influenced my dream, whenever the topic of sex of any kind, educational and otherwise came up, Nephele tended to redirect the topic into more mundane things, as if she either was politely sex negative, or she was so horny, she didn’t want to be reminded of anything sexual that might trigger her sexual juices from overflowing. Amber and I have spoken extensively about this in the past, noting how odd it was for Nephele to always try to redirect the conversations of sex, even if 100% of the time, was not a conversation about her. What’s further odd, is that Nephele doesn’t sound uncomfortable, nor did she ever ask anyone to stop speaking about sex. For example, the following would happen in a group setting:

  • Leeman: “So T, you should consider expanding your sexual horizons with Y with some extra toys like the fucking machine.”
  • Y: “Oh, I rarely masturbate. I have T.”
  • T: “I would be up for it, but Y doesn’t masturbate.”
  • Amber: “It’s less about masturbation, and more about having your partner watch and perhaps, contribute to a different experience.”
  • Nephele: “A crow came to my porch the other day and gifted me a button!”

Or at a different time…

  • Y: [laughs about something naughty I said]
  • Amber: “Leeman has had quite an adventure. His stories right now are just the tip of the iceberg.”
  • Leeman: “I mean, T is such a tall guy with such a huge cock. Imagine doing pull ups on it while giving him a lick every now and then to keep him hard.”
  • Nephele: [enters the chat] “What are we talking about?”
  • Y: [tells Nephele a smidgen of our conversation]
  • Nephele: “Yeah so the other day at work, one of my co-workers brought in some butter cookies. They were the most delicious cookies I had ever had!”


Nephele is one of the very rare exclusive few I had very rarely thought of sexually. I mean, she’s quite pretty with a fantastic body, and a lovely personality to go along with it. Mind you, there is a glint in her eyes and a faint echo in her voice, that betrays who she seems on the surface. I am not saying she is an evil person in disguise. I am saying she is more than meets the eye.

For most of my female friends, at some point in my life, I had imagined, fantasized, thought of sexually, and for about half of them, desired them sexually and intimately. However, Nephele has consistently accidentally drained my sexual appetite whenever I tried thinking of her as thus. It’s almost as though she’s some sort of libido-draining ghoul or vampire. Perhaps her sexual appetite is so large, that in the void of not having regular sex, she accidentally drains the libido of people with high sex drives. I mean, she’s great to look at. Very feminine and strong at the same time. Hmm, I just realize she reminds me of Blade, a vampire-hunting vampire.

Anyhow, Nephele has an odd spot in my life, in the sense that I feel like she is a fellow vampire of sorts. Except, she tries her best to hide it. Where as, I am a vampire existing out in the open, but people don’t realize I’m a vampire because how mundane I look. So while Nephele does seem visually succulent, especially when she squats down so effortlessly, something within my psyche stops me from fantasizing about her. I’ve definitely tried, as she is quite feminine at times, and there is a hidden aspect of her that is so obvious to someone like me, but something simply just stops me. As if there is a divine presence that smacks the libido out of me, whenever I think of Nephele sexually.

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Leemanism is about my views, my thoughts, and my feelings with as little filtering as possible. These concepts are not reflected in the people I value and are associated with. People who accept me, adhere to the parts where we are compatible and tolerate the parts where we are not. So however people perceive me to be, ultimately it obviously doesn't mean the friends I mention in this blog are the same as me. It means it's possible they are similar or the same, as well as different than me. It is highly unusual for people to be completely compatible with each other.

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