For the most of us who can't readily traverse the Atlantic ocean or afford a custom shoot, I ask this question. All my other WAM dreams have been only about me or random friends or imaginary characters, but yesterday I had a fairly innocent dream about meeting YMG. (I think she is one of the best "girl next door" wam models and is very much "my type".)

I had arrived in the USA with a male friend and we met her in the restaurant and got chatting. We saw that they had big cakes on sale, and mentioned that they'd be nice for sitting on. My friend looked at me curiously to which I replied that they were now in the minority and he understood she must be into WAM too. I had figured out where the cakes could be purchased and she ask me to confirm if they were really good for sitting on... "If you say they're perfect for sitting on, I'll try it." she said. "The best!" I replied, and so YMG ran of to buy a couple. Then the dream turned a little more for the realistic as while she was away doing that I got a lecture from my friend about how any WAM session I might end up having with YMG would constitute cheating on my wife.... Thank heaven it was only a dream eh?!

Anyone else had dreams like this?

First, I like your taste in dreams! I'm a big fan of hers too, and I agree that she is one of the best (and most endearing) "amateur" wammers.

But to answer your question, I've dreamt about Jilly a few times. None of them have been quite WAM scenes in the sense of one you'd buy, as I've yet to dream about meeting her at the MostWam studios before gunging with her with everything they've got. Instead, I've tended to dream about meeting her in common locations for me, such as my house, or in the streets round by me and so on. Nonetheless, they usually develop in a WAM direction. A typical one is where she's come over to say hi, we chat for a bit, and then she ends up pieing herself, or maybe even asking me to do it...

Come to think of it I have had a couple. None of them were particularly sexy or about WAM though.

I remember one where I was visiting Maria in NOLA, and she was completely shitfaced in a bar and about to get us thrown out.

I had one where I was going to visit Jayce. I don't remember much except playing a lot of video games with the boys and her getting mad.

Then I had one where I went to visit Leon and the crew. I was mostly hanging out with him though, and I got stoned and passed out on his living room floor.

Since I at least know the first two people, those aren't off the wall...but no idea where the Leon dream came from.

As a weird postscript to my other post, I did have a WAM dream last night. It wasn't about a WAM model, but someone I used to work with.

I saw her standing quite normally in a bus queue on her way to work but when I looked back she, along with everyone else in the queue, was involved in a huge pie fight. They all seemed to be playing a game in a messy show. I wasn't sure how enthusiastic she was - loving every minute or just going with the flow? - but did watch her get plastered from head to foot as she was hit by pie after pie in round after round of the game.

I typed my original reply late last night, so can only assume it set something off in my sub-conscious which duly produced that dream...

Leon comes alive after midnight, so staying up late and chatting shit with him in the lounge is the best thing ever

So you're saying he's a WAMpire?

Boom... boom!!

Up until my YMG dream, all my WAM dreams usually featured work colleagues or just imaginary women, and usually didn't feature the act of getting messy but just the build up... Good looking girls in circumstances that would inevitably lead up to them getting caked, pied or slimed but never actually witnessing it.

I did have a work colleague previously though who I dreamed straddled me naked and as we began to have sex she poured a massive bucket of tinned spaghetti over her tits and body (and me)!!

(One completely imaginary dream saw me on a tour of a factory where.... well, I have no idea what they were producing (apart from WAM content), but there was a production line with naked women on it lying down with legs apart, and a machine that pushed a slice of cake into their pussy as they went along on the conveyor!!!)

One or two. But can you guess whom?

I've met a few WAM models in person (e.g. at splunches), so I haven't really dreamt about that as an end in itself. However, my subconscious tends to "cast" familiar faces when I dream.

So, I'm unlikely to have a dream where the whole point is that I meet Lisa Moomin. I'm more likely to have a dream where I'm late for work, and I get on the bus but I've left my wallet at home, and the bus driver (who happens to be Lisa) refuses to believe me when I say that I'll pay later, so I have to get off and walk, etc.

Ok, so I totally had one last night, and it was REALLY fucking weird.

The setting was Messmaster's house. The basement was like a warehouse though (tall ceilings, girders, etc.) and used for a WAM studio. It had these really neat but simple light fixtures hanging from the ceiling by wires. There were also a couple huge steel dumpsters suspended by bridge cable. One of them was filled with custard, and the other green slime.

The upstairs of the house was strangely...my Great Grandmother's house, with one exception. There was a small office that was a bank attached to the front corner of it (like a little branch office). So, even though the basement and the bank were weird, I felt perfectly at home because I knew this house.

MM was having a party of sorts, and we were all down in the basement drinking at Great Grandpa's old bar that was still in the basement (They ran a speakeasy during prohibition so he always had a bar)

For whatever reason, I go up stairs and check out this bank (still not sure why , or why it was there). But when I get there, I totally see Jilly Lane working there. I don't really say anything because I don't really know her, but when I leave I immediately call Jayce. I'm like, "yo, I'm at MM's and your sister is totally working at a bank attached to his house...WTF" I don't really remember any response to that, and that's where it ended.

So next we are getting smashed, throwing pies and shit, and everyone is crashing at the house. I climb way up top close to the ceiling and sleep on one of the top shelves (Home Depot aisle style shelving). The dream ends with someone slamming into the bottom of it, and I end up rolling off and falling a good ways into the custard dumpster.

Still probably not what the OP was looking for, but it was too damn weird to not post since it happened last night.

See my above post. I can completely relate to Jilly-themed dreams!

But weirdly, I don't think I've ever dreamt about Jayce. I have, now I've had a few days to think and remember, had the odd one about Jessie, the occasional one starring Fi Stevens, and plenty of dreams containing Jilly, but not Jayce. Given how much I like her, and her stuff, and how much I've bought of it over the years, that is pretty odd...

Not necessarily. I mean, I don't really dream about people I'm attracted to. I generally don't have many sexy dreams either. They're usually just bat shit crazy...or night terrors. Also, I don't know Jilly like at ALL, only from posts here and talking with Jayce.

I'm the opposite. In fact, it's long become a running joke with myself that I can't truly say I find someone attractive until I've dreamt about them!

The most persistent example is the classmate I had a crush on when I was in primary school, as to this day I still dream about her about two or three times a year. (Although I must say I dream about an adult version of her, and NOT how she was then!) No other girl from school has "survived" in dreams since (and of course, why should they?), but she has. I guess it's because she was the first girl I liked in that way. Plus, my liking for redheads started with her, which is another reason she's still in my subconscious.

But to return to the Jilly/Jayce puzzle, I suppose the answer is that I was on e-mail swapping terms with Jilly for a while before she retired, but haven't been with Jayce. Another reason is that Jilly has, more or less, the pale complexion that goes with red hair (see pic) and which I love anyway, even if the hair colour itself can't be arranged. Put those two things together and it's almost inevitable I'll dream about her.

I think I can remember a total of TWO perhaps THREE sex dreams, tops, in my entire life of 55 years. 99.999% of all dreams I have are either of

1) still being in either high school or college, feeling trapped there, with assignments due,
struggling to get to class, but events constantly obstructing me & being extremely frustrated

2) trying to watch & record The Simpsons on Sunday night
but events constantly obstructing me & being extremely frustrated

It's been 10 years since I took a college course.

And, no, I am NOT making that second one up just because I've been a 29-year-long Simpsons fan. I find it more amusing than anything else what things in real life get stuck in our/my brain/subconscious.

Jesus, I get these ALL THE TIME!!! I hate it! Except with me it's usually that I'm my current age but in school again because I never graduated or something (which is weird because I have my actual diploma in a box still). And it's never college, it's always high school. Also, I never seem to know my schedule or what class I'm supposed to be in...ARRRGH!!!

I know WHO I'd like to have dreams about though. Maybe I don't because I feel guilty?

Well now I feel like a pervert. Even if I 'get my satisfaction' during the day still have two maybe three sex dreams over a week, granted I have probably 5 different dreams that bleed together over a night. Not to give two many details, but one of the weird reaccruing themes is how I'm a man and I'm fucking my woman self. Probably means I'm an extreme narcissistic.

So far only unconsciously though.

Straying off topic but.... ME TOO!! Totally like back at high school, late for an exam for which I haven't prepared or something. Sometimes half dressed as well.

I get similar flashbacks to the army too. Turning up on exercise without my boots and no ammo for my rifle, just totally unprepared....

Back on the WAM dreams though, I hear what people say when they're usually not overtly sexy. I'm always thankful when I get the extremely occasional one that is!

Someone told me that the human mind struggles to imagine a face it's never seen, so all the random people in dreams are in fact people we've seen in the street or something. I wonder where I saw the women in my cake pussy stuffing factory dream!!?

I hate that word, "pervert". As if that entitles others to inflict violence on a person.
It means nothing. My point is: don't feel bad about yourself, Stella.

And, my point with my Simpsons-watching & school dreams is that I do NOT believe
that dreams have any practical significance or importance. Certainly not in MY life.
My no longer being in school, there are MANY more urgent worrying problems
than getting homework assignments turned in, or me unable to watch The Simpsons
on Sunday night (although I actually DO struggle to see it, since Comcast freed me
from the additional expense of cable tv, I use antenna tv, which unfortunately is highly
sensitive to wind & rain, so I run over to the clubhouse to see it if I predict that happens).

I've got to put my hand up to plenty of "unprepared in education" dreams too. I think they're very common, and are rooted deep in human nature.

For about a decade or so after leaving university I'd often have a dream with the same plot, over and over: it's the start of my last year at university, and I've got lots of work to do before the finals. But all of a sudden the exams are just around the corner and I haven't done anything at all. The theme is always the regret that I could have done something, as I had the time, but didn't. I had those dreams so often that I got utterly fed up with them.

They fizzled out after about 10 years or so, but they've made a comeback recently. The only good thing is that I get a feeling of relief on waking, when I realise it was just a dream and I actually did my last exam years ago...

And don't get me started on dreaming about your parents still being alive up to a year or two after they've died. And you thinking in those dream: "But, Mom. You're dead. Did you come back to life?" I totally forgot about THOSE dreams!

Yup. My Dad died in 2010, but he still makes semi-regular guest appearances.

Instead of sitting here dreaming about models and shit why not just go meet them? As long as you are not a creepy ass I am sure most models are pretty cool. They are just people like everyone else. They have jobs and bills to pay.

I did, I had a few dreams like that XD I dreamt of getting muddy with YMG, I dreamt once that I was boyfriend of Emily (From Mostwam) and we had a romantic swim fully clothed, I dreamt also once that I was having a gunge bath with Fi Stevens, another time I dreamt that I was pulled into the mud by Lisa (from mostwam too) or a mubbath with Shell ; I think it's really common to dream with your favorite models.
And it's even more common to have Messy dreams when you are in this world, you enjoy the things you love and they follow you to your dreams, I dreamt to get messy by myself and to get messy with some friends, it's common and sometimes Nice...

and for your choices of model!

I definitely seem to have less control over my dreams and recurring themes. My WAM dreams only actually involve carrying out the messy activities about 50% of the time.

I wish I frequently had WAM dreams but in truth they're usually strange alternative Indiana Jones stories that end in being trapped forever, or last night I dreamed I was joining Robin Hood's gang and my work colleague was Maid Marion....

Well Dal, since ya put it like that. I'll list out HOW I got lucky, and possible reasons that others cannot.

Note: Being friends, and having read your posts thought the past I don't think you meant any ill will with what you said. But reality is a harsh place to live for a lot of us. For some, "getting up off the couch" is literally impossible. I just wanted to cast a light on some of those who feel to "worthless" or "useless", "embarrassed" or whatever to speak up themselves. Because I was one of them.

My first meetup with any 'model' happened to be when MM decided to have a party in Philly a couple years back when I first came out from being a lurker and joined the site. The stars were aligned, It wasn't far, it was cheap, it was public. I could go, I wanted to go, and so I went. From there I met MM, Maria, and a few other people I won't mention because I don't know how comfortable they are with being mentioned being at social events etc.

Maria and I became friends and I met some others online through her. But I never saw anyone again until Maria happened to be coming through my town on one of her tours so I offered to buy her breakfast.

After that, again no contact until the Vegas trip came round. I was jealous because I desperately wanted to go but knew I couldn't possibly put up the money to get there, find a place to stay, and feed myself. Maria and a few house mates who have since become good friends pretty much insisted that I come. I was able to find cheap fare, and we split the costs and it worked out. In fact, I owe my housemates quite a bit. More often than not, they fed me and made sure I was well take care of. They were far better to me than I ever deserved. So then I got to "meet" Vika, Amy, Kymberly Jane, Mudbunny, Friday, Audra, and a bunch of producers and members.

So yay me. I did the thing.

Some people don't have that luxury though. Some people may have the money, but may also have debilitating illnesses. Cancer, dialysis, Parkinson's, strokes, etc. Some may have crippling social anxiety. Some may simply not have the money. Maybe they're bums, maybe the work 72 hours a week to support multiple family members that can't work. Maybe some of them are going through divorce rape? I actually fit into a number of the above mentioned categories myself, thus completely annihilating any hope of going at all.

Maybe for some, 'dreams' are all they can ever afford. Who are we to dash them to pieces or cast them aside with callous notions like "well maybe if you just tried harder". Some try and fight harder than you or I will ever know, and for more desperate things than meeting a model.

My "dreams" only came true because others lifted me up, and in some cases, carried me there. Without them, I didn't have the means to spread my wings.

But back to the spirit of Dal's post. If you can get up, if you CAN do something like Vegas, PLEASE do it. You owe it to yourself to go, be seen, speak, and listen. Drink and be merry, because one day, we're all gonna be dead. Oh, and don't be creeps

I'm actually so excited to be meeting some of the top WAM models at the festival this weekend but I can't say I've dreamed about them yet, maybe I will after I've seen them in person

I would actually love to meet not just models but more WAM fans in general. Not in the "I want to meet up and get messy one on one way" but more the meet people who think in a similar way as me way. If the Vegas meet up happened in my state or within 200 miles of me I would go on a yearly basis.