The latest crop of dreams have been bringing a few memories to the surface. Starting with Sheila’s pussy, with the obvious replay of a memory but it brought up another memory. It was a hot January afternoon and I was attending a free Australia Day Rock Concert, put on by a local Canberra newspaper. It was a pause in the proceedings as one bands gear was being packed up and removed from the stage before the stage was made ready for the next act. I was feeling hot and tired, so I sat down, where I stood, cross-legged on the ground. There was this young teenage girl standing in front of me, and she was facing me. I knew her from our school, but not personally, she was in the year below me.. She was wearing a very short skirt, and from where I was sitting I could see she wasn’t wearing any underwear. There was this big, black triangle of pubic hair in front of my face. I can’t remember how long I sat there but I just couldn’t take my eyes of it. I’m sure the girl knew what I was looking at. But what I remember was just how naïve I was because I couldn’t understand why I couldn’t stop looking at it, or why I was getting an erection from looking at it.. I wasn’t that naïve I didn’t know what it was. In the language of the day we called it a box or a cunt. I don’t think pussy was used back then. This memory brought up another memory of an other concert. It was a Saturday night and I was down near the front of the stage and , whoever the band was, they were in full swing. We were packed in like sardines with everyone pressed up against other people. I could feel someone was pressed up against me behind me and I could feel like, what felt like, an erect penis being pressed into my buttocks. Soon a hand was coming around from behind me and was fondling my penis, through my jeans. When my penis became erect, the hand slipped inside my jeans and masturbated me. I never saw or found out who my abuser was. I don’t know what the person in front of me was thinking, but with the noise and the crowd, was probably unaware. I don’t think this memory had anything to do with Sheila’s pussy dream but I think it has a connection with the ‘another naked dream’.

Now my latest particularly the erotic follow on dream brought up 2 memories, aside from the general memories of someone noticing I had an erection and molesting or sexually abusing me.
As I have mentioned before during the eighties and nineties I hang out with a group of bohemian people. One weekend we went camping at a nudist resort. One day a lady and I we were sitting around having a chat, by ourselves, when my penis became erect for no reason at all. The lady was absolutely fascinated by this. She had seen an erect penis before but she had never seen a penis become erect before.
The other memory I think I have already mentioned this one to you. Back in the days when licensed clubs provided free gyms for members, I would regularly use the gym at the North Sydney Leagues Club. On this particular day it was packed. After I had a swim I headed for the sauna. The sauna was packed, all men, everyone of us were naked. I was sitting up the back. I had an erection. I did have my towel with me but it was folded up and I was sitting on it. If I stood up and retrieved it everyone would see that I had an erection. Eventually I managed to retrieve my towel, without standing up, and holding the towel in front of me, I left the sauna and went into a shower stall to have a shower and wait for my erection to go down. But it wouldn’t go down. I thought about masturbating myself, hoping that after ejaculating it would go down. But none of the shower stalls, or the toilet stalls had doors fitted. As I said it was very busy and someone would have noticed me masturbating. I tried wrapping a towel around my waist but that made it even more obvious. Eventually I had to walk naked, with an erection, down to the change area and dry myself and dress my self in full view of everyone, as they was no private spaces available. No one said anything. I wasn’t banned from the gym forever. And I wasn’t molested or sexually abused either. I did think later that I could have hung my towel over the doorway of the shower stall and that would have given me the privacy I needed to masturbate myself. I don’t think that was the origin of the recurring dream where I discover I’m naked and no one notices. I have been having those dreams since I was in my late teens, early twenties.
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