u/BriannaAlt

I had another dream last night. Sometimes my dreams are nightmares, and sometimes they feel almost beautiful. This one was different.

I was completely naked, trapped inside a glass box with no way to escape. People walked past me without even looking, their faces cold and indifferent, as if I didn’t exist. I saw groups of men talking amongst themselves, five or six different figures, but none of them acknowledged me.

Then I saw my mother leaving the room.

Her expression was distant, avoidant. She wouldn’t look at me. I called out to her, screaming for her to stop, but she either couldn’t hear me or chose not to. And then she was gone.

The moment she disappeared, harsh fluorescent lights burst on above the box, blinding me. The brightness burned into my eyes. I raised an arm to shield myself, trying desperately to find relief.

Beyond the glass, the room itself was pitch black.

Slowly, dark silhouettes began to appear, standing shoulder to shoulder in the darkness. I could barely make them out at first, but I realized they were staring directly at me. Some of them held themselves in their hands, moving with disturbing intensity while watching me trapped inside the glass.

Panic hit me instantly.

I threw myself against the walls, trying to escape, but the box wouldn’t budge. The glass was impossibly strong.

The pressure inside my chest became unbearable. It felt like they wanted something from me, expected something from me, and the more I failed to understand, the more aggressive they became. Their muffled cheering echoed through the glass. My heart pounded violently. My thoughts felt crushed under the weight of fear and humiliation.

I started to cry.

The men pressed closer as streaks of thick fluid hit the glass around me. I screamed for someone, anyone, to help me.

They were all cumming. But nobody came for me.

Eventually, I collapsed to the bottom of the box. Hopelessness spread through my body until I couldn’t fight anymore. I felt limp, empty, helpless.

Then suddenly.

The lights shut off.

Everything went dark.

A sharp cracking sound echoed around me as the glass shattered.

For a moment, my body felt weightless, floating in complete darkness.

And then I disappeared into nothing.

I have recurring dreams about being on display.

In the dream, I am trapped inside a glass box beneath harsh white lights, naked and exposed while a crowd of men stand outside watching me in silence. Most of them are without pants, staring at me as though I am something to be examined rather than a person.

At first I feel terrified. The men stroking their cocks to my movements. I cover my chest with my arms and try to hide myself, overwhelmed by the fear of being objectified. But the more attention I receive, the stranger the feeling becomes. Every time I reveal even a little of myself, the men outside stroke furiously, and slowly my fear begins to blur into something else.

I begin to dance.

At first the movements are hesitant, but gradually they become more confident and seductive. My body glistens beneath the bright lights, sweat forming on my skin in the heat of the enclosed glass box. My nipple piercings catch the light sharply, making me feel even more exposed, as though every inch of me is being studied.

Despite the humiliation of being watched, I also feel strangely safe inside the box. The glass protects me from the horny men even while it places me completely on display. I feel trapped and protected at the same time.

As the dream continues, the box grows hotter and begins to fog with condensation. I press my hand against the cool glass for relief, then lean my body against it, aware of the reactions from the men outside. Their attention becomes more lustful the more I move, until the men begin one by one to cover the glass with cum. Each man covering a large space with warm sticky fluid.

Eventually only one clear space remains. Through it, I notice there is only one man left standing outside the box. He is taller and broader than the others, almost looming over the crowd. Stroking his large member.

And then I realize who he is.

It is my father.

And like that the glass is completely covered.