A bizarre dream

After an image like that, I almost wanted to try and score a round 4 for the day. But, right now, I needed to lie down. Turns out, an entire morning of nudity, arousal, and sex was tiring for someone not adjusted to that. Who knew?

I walk back into my room, seeing it much the same as I'd left it. Not bothering with the blinds, I lay down on my bed, passing out after a few minutes of laying there.

While I was asleep, I dreamed of myself back in the other world when everyone covered themselves. When everyone tried to hide their sex lives. But one element seemed more...**** than I remembered. My clothes felt extremely uncomfortable. The tiny fibers of the cloth felt like the needles of a cactus, digging into my skin with each and every little movement.

They also felt much tighter than I remembered. Not necessarily tight as in revealing, but tight as in restrictive. I found it difficult to even walk. I tried expressing these thoughts to the people around me, but they all looked at me like I was crazy, or something. Like these feelings were perfectly normal, and I should just shut up and go along with it.

Even though it was likely only a few minutes, it felt like weeks passed in my dream. I tried going out with friends, going to work, living my life, but my thoughts kept coming back to these painful, uncomfortable sensations my clothes were giving me. Eventually, I was driven so crazy that I tried to rip them off. Fully rid myself of this curse, damn what anyone else thought. But as soon as I did that, new clothes slithered up my body and wrapped themselves around me. And these were more prickly and restrictive than the old ones. I tried this again, but the same thing happened.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Quickly, the clothes were so tight that it was hard to even breathe. I felt like they were cutting off my circulation. Again, I tried to plead with the people around me, tears streaming down my eyes, begging them for help. But they only smiled and shook their heads, as if I was a child saying they didn't want to eat their vegetables.

My vision started to darken at the edges as my oxygen was cut off. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, in my ears, blocking out any other noise. I was **** to try something, anything. But I couldn't even move my individual fingers at this point, let alone free myself from this artificial prison.

And then, my vision went completely black.

My eyes shot open. Like in the dream, my heart was beating a mile a minute. I was panting like I'd just run a marathon, and I'm covered in sweat. My arms and legs were a tangled mess with my sheets wrapped around them.