And if I do, I don't remember. Most of my dreams are forgotten by the time I roll my smelly ass out the bed.  

But last night I had a crazy dream. There was this lady and her husband that our family got to know when we first moved to United States almost 20 yrs ago. They acquainted us with how things are done over here (in the US), as they are lot different, or at least were at one point in mid 90s, than how things were done in India. Simple mundane things like doing day to day chores.  The lady recently passed away. She succumbed to ovarian cancer.  

So I dreamed of  her last night. She was talking to me. In the dream, I know its a fuckin' dream. I am saying to myself out loud. "You cannot be serious. This is a fuckin' dream." But she kept on talking. Like she was completely tuning me out. Then I am trying to frantically pinch myself out of the dream. But I am not feeling any pain - not even in the dream.  

It was fuckin' bizarre.  Its funny how our subconscious mind works.

I'm probably as good as most in remembering my dreams, and I've constantly been amazed when I drive home spent from a beautiful session, fall fast asleep, and awake in the morning THINKING about the lady, but NOT having dreamed about her. More likely that I'll have dreamt about the traffic hassles to or from the incall, but never about the woman herself. It really seems that I'd dream about the most significant aspect of the day's happening. But no.

I have a re occurring dream where I'm wearing a robe made of

Condoms. While women throw little pickled cucumbers at me while chanting.
"Dulce Periculum!"

Can't help but guess it's hobby related.

Really weird used to see this one local gal and she was awesome. We really hit off well probally the best sexual chemistry I've ever had in the hobby, clock would go out the window we'd grab dinner etc off the clock. . Sadly and great at the same time she finished her degree and moved on. Good for her bad for me, seriously though I'm happy for her.  
Anyway back to the topic, I had the strangest dream about her last night. We where fucking in this crappy Motel 6 motel with neon lights shining through the windows. Really strange and she always had this sorority girl next door look about her, cute as hell long dark hair but in my dream she had a hair cut like Miley Cyrus and all kinds of piercings and shit. But it was definatly her, we would get going and work would call and I would have to go fix something and then go back to the crappy motel and we would start going at it again.
Really whacked up dream must have been all the July fourth leftovers talking to me. Really weird!!!

I end up thinking more about her and many times end up having feelings for her,  if the dream was pleasant.  

I have had a good dream about a provider lately.   That's probably a really good thing.

I rarely ever remember my dreams. However there were a couple regarding providers that I did remember. First one was a few days after my second session with a lady. In the dream we were sitting down talking, fully clothed, and were having a huge argument over something stupid. I think I told her about that dream on our third date. I saw her a few more times. We never had that argument in real life. We became friends. She retired a while ago but we still occasionally communicate. In fact I just received an email from her this morning, right before I read this thread. Strange coincidence.

The second one was also about a provider I had seen twice at the time. About a month after my second date with her I was dreaming about her. We were making out on the bed, rolling around, kissing, clothes were coming off. I was completely naked, she was topless and I was playing with and sucking her boobs, but she still had her jeans on. I went to undo her jeans and pull them down and she had a dick! I woke up! I saw her again too, but I don't think I ever told her about the dream.

Another time I dreamt about a lady who used to post here a lot. I never saw her in real life and have no idea what her face looks like since she never showed it in pictures, but in the dream I knew it was her and it was like we knew each other forever. It would be funny if I did meet her someday and her face did look exactly like it looked in my dream. The dream itself was nothing special. I was driving her around town and we were talking in my car.

I've had a few of them. Two I've told her about. She smiled at me and said, "That's So Sweet."

There are a few I'd love to dream about

Lately, I have had dreams of some of the 1st MP's I visited in the Chicago area in the late 70's, and early 80's.  Does anyone remember Le Marquis on Clark St?  The Harem on LaSalle?  Queens For Kings on Southport?  Pandoras (used to be upstairs of what is now Pizzeria Duo)!  And Smokers Health Club in Melrose Park? Great places!  GREAT MEMORIES!

When you see a provider on a regular basis it's easy to dream about her.

I've dreamed about providers especially after really good sessions where we really connected and had really outstanding sex, etc.  

I'm not hobbying presently as I'm in a relationship...so...now I dream about her (cheesy I know).

I've not told any of the women yet though.  The provider that was my main source of nocturnal musings has left the industry supposedly for good.  I guess she didn't remember our sessions the same way I did  

My current so...we'll see...I might tell her yet...too soon to tell.  

Nope. Maybe because I'm hobbying to fill an empty void?

Our business relationship was so bad it came very close to destroying our company. It did occur to me that if I'd just jump in the sack with her all of our problems would go away.  That I didn't was certainly one of the best decisions of my life.  I eventually was able to get rid of her.

There's a provider whom I see very frequently.  Sure, I see her in my dreams from time to time.

Here's the good part:  I've popped up in her dreams as well (or still least, that's what she tells me, anyway).  True or not (and I think it is true--like I said, we see each other a lot, so it would seem perfectly natural), it sure makes me feel special.