sadi
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This was a dream I was having...
I was at a tickle convention (or what I thought it would be, having never been there prior). Everyone who was part of this little event had their names placed in a box; where one name's randomly picked, to be the ticklee for everyone to have fun with.
It started when I was in the middle, having prior knowledge of everything this would entail. The man at the front was about to announce the name drawn. Everyone there had name stickers, showing everyone their name; mine was on my shirt. For some reason I was afraid it was going to be me this time - and in dreams it tends to follow your thoughts...
I was getting more and more nervous, waiting for him to announce the name, hoping it wasn't me for all I was worth. "And it's..." my heart was racing at this point. "Selena." Even though this isn't my name, in the dream it was. My heart jumped into my throat and skipped a beat.
Well, there can be other people with that name, I mean-come on. I was trying to reason with myself, and failing miserably. I zipped up my hoodie, covering my name tag, and started to move out; getting faster and faster as my heart was racing.
"Hey. Where's your name tag?" A guy asked me. I pushed past him and started to jog, trying to get out. My heartbeat's racing in my ears now.
Someone else stopped me and grabbed my shoulders. "What's your name?" He inquired, eyebrow raised in speculation. I shoved him away, running pell-mell now. Yet, I couldn't get far, as he grabbed hold of one of my hands. "You're Selena aren't you?" My eyes bugged out in fear, biting my lower lip. "N-n-nnNOO! And I bet there's a lot of Selena's here!- It could be them!" I mumbled, trying to wriggle out of his grasp the whole time.
"Hey everybody! I think I found Selena!" He called out to the crowd. That's when I punched his arm, trying to get away to freedom, and scared for my sanity.
"You're not going anywhere now, little miss. And you know the rules if you decide to go against them." Another man said, standing in my way and tickling my sides. I almost fell to the ground, being all the more sensitive with my adrenaline coursing through my veins.
"NOHOHOHOOOO!!" I yelled, trying to still weasel my way out, though more people were closing in.
"Come on. I'll bet you'll have a blast up at the front." He said, lifting me up to my feet and forcing me towards the front stage, one hand still rooted to a side where he lightly tickled non-stop, the other holding me in place firmly as he pushed forward.
"But I-I-III hahave to peeeeee!" I managed to get out, still trying to squirm out of his grasp. But, sadly he didn't. And I was still forced to walk agonizingly slow up to the front, knowing what would happen. The rules beforehand were that if anyone didn't come willingly up to the front, they'd be tickled until the announcer deemed the victim had had their fill, and they'd be tickled by any number of volunteers, instead of only two regularly.
I was begging and pleading for my captor to have mercy on me and let me go, knowing he'd never would.
I was getting such a rush from knowing that I was going to be tickled ruthlessly by a group of people that would have no mercy towards me whatsoever - then, the dog barked and woke me.
That sucked so much 🙁
I was at a tickle convention (or what I thought it would be, having never been there prior). Everyone who was part of this little event had their names placed in a box; where one name's randomly picked, to be the ticklee for everyone to have fun with.
It started when I was in the middle, having prior knowledge of everything this would entail. The man at the front was about to announce the name drawn. Everyone there had name stickers, showing everyone their name; mine was on my shirt. For some reason I was afraid it was going to be me this time - and in dreams it tends to follow your thoughts...
I was getting more and more nervous, waiting for him to announce the name, hoping it wasn't me for all I was worth. "And it's..." my heart was racing at this point. "Selena." Even though this isn't my name, in the dream it was. My heart jumped into my throat and skipped a beat.
Well, there can be other people with that name, I mean-come on. I was trying to reason with myself, and failing miserably. I zipped up my hoodie, covering my name tag, and started to move out; getting faster and faster as my heart was racing.
"Hey. Where's your name tag?" A guy asked me. I pushed past him and started to jog, trying to get out. My heartbeat's racing in my ears now.
Someone else stopped me and grabbed my shoulders. "What's your name?" He inquired, eyebrow raised in speculation. I shoved him away, running pell-mell now. Yet, I couldn't get far, as he grabbed hold of one of my hands. "You're Selena aren't you?" My eyes bugged out in fear, biting my lower lip. "N-n-nnNOO! And I bet there's a lot of Selena's here!- It could be them!" I mumbled, trying to wriggle out of his grasp the whole time.
"Hey everybody! I think I found Selena!" He called out to the crowd. That's when I punched his arm, trying to get away to freedom, and scared for my sanity.
"You're not going anywhere now, little miss. And you know the rules if you decide to go against them." Another man said, standing in my way and tickling my sides. I almost fell to the ground, being all the more sensitive with my adrenaline coursing through my veins.
"NOHOHOHOOOO!!" I yelled, trying to still weasel my way out, though more people were closing in.
"Come on. I'll bet you'll have a blast up at the front." He said, lifting me up to my feet and forcing me towards the front stage, one hand still rooted to a side where he lightly tickled non-stop, the other holding me in place firmly as he pushed forward.
"But I-I-III hahave to peeeeee!" I managed to get out, still trying to squirm out of his grasp. But, sadly he didn't. And I was still forced to walk agonizingly slow up to the front, knowing what would happen. The rules beforehand were that if anyone didn't come willingly up to the front, they'd be tickled until the announcer deemed the victim had had their fill, and they'd be tickled by any number of volunteers, instead of only two regularly.
I was begging and pleading for my captor to have mercy on me and let me go, knowing he'd never would.
I was getting such a rush from knowing that I was going to be tickled ruthlessly by a group of people that would have no mercy towards me whatsoever - then, the dog barked and woke me.
That sucked so much 🙁
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