Enema Dreams

In another recurring dream that I often have I am a very shy young man just reaching puberty. In this dream my aunt Mable is my guardian, and I try to skip school by telling my aunt that I have a tummy ache. But she suspects my intentions and immediately says, "Well then, come along now. We mustn't keep the doctor waiting." Oops, my bad, so I "back-peddle" and I tell her that I'm not feeling so bad after all and would rather just go to school, but my aunt will have none of it and takes me to the doctor. When we arrive, there is no waiting...my aunt confers with the doctor in his office before my examination, and when she returns to the waiting room she informs me that I will be getting a warm soapsuds enema given by the doctor himself. I'm not happy. I am dismayed since I am very shy. Ten minutes later, I am escorted into the exam room, where I see that four separate red bags of fountain enemas are already prepared and hanging next to a gurney. Both the doctor (an old geezer) and his pretty nurse are chatting and laughing together wearing their white lab coats. Then the old guy announces, "Okay kid, bottoms up, it's time for your enema kid, and I think to myself how unprofessional his bedside manner is, and that I hate that I am having to have this administered by this impersonal smart-ass fellow, instead of his babe of a nurse. I hear a door open and close and I assume someone has left the room. So there I am lying on my left side, shyly facing away and soon can feel the enema tube inserted into my rectum, and to my surprise a woman is saying, "Relax honey, I'm not going to hurt you", and I look back.... and yippee, it's not the old guy at all. It turns out that the babe was the doctor all along and the she has an old male nurse was the assistant. And so I feel the warm waters flow into me... Ah... I'm in heaven... as a I fulfilled with 4 quarts. After this dream I always awaken with a hard-on.

I have often had them although usually the dream breaks up right before the 'magic moment'. The times the dream runs its full course, are great. I have to be careful though or I will orgasm in my sleep and wake up sticky and drenched. Intrestingly that is how my mind brings about a 'wet dream'

I still have dreams about enemas occasionally. I used to dream about giving them to all the girls in my class. I would think about that before sex. My I am some kind of twisted!!

I have to say I have never actually dreamed of an enema, even the nights before I am doing a scheduled cleanout.

Because in real life, I have a daily morning enema, this sometimes carries over into my dreams. Always when dreaming, however, the enemas I perform on myself never take place at home and always when traveling or in a strange place. Sometimes an unwelcome intruder will notice, but the real problems occur when I try to find a toilet to relieve myself. Bathrooms, it seems, are always in use and public washrooms always have other people who notice my condition. Accidents aren't fun even in dreams and neither are clean-up situations I sometimes find myself in.

I used to dream of an enema machine when I was young that had a seat like a tractor with a nozzle in the middle and I could see girls even teachers sitting on it. Man I am twisted

I like them but I never had a dream of it....dream a little dream for me......

I'd have to say that maybe actually giving them in real life has decreased the frequency. Most were as a young boy.now I'm just young at heart

In many of my dreams, I an wandering around inside a building somewhere - often a house or an apartment. In these dreams I always check out the bathroom or bedroom as a place where I might get an enema. I never do get the enema, but the planning for one is almost always there in these dreams. I'm sure Freud would say something about unfulfilled desires or something similar. I wonder if anyone else has similar dreams of planning an enema, but never getting it.

I often dream about getting an enema. I see the prep, hear the conversation, and am very excited but sadly, the dream always ends before I actually get the enema.

Oh, Yes!!!

My backdoor neighbors have a daughter I have always called Blondie (not her real name) because she reminds me of Debbie Harry of the group Blondie. Last evening she called and asked if I had time to come over for a minute. Her mom and dad were out of town, she was house-sitting, and there was something wrong with their swimming pool pump. She asked if I have time to check it out. She was hoping I would know what was wrong with the pump since I have one too. I went over there and quickly determined it was not circulating the water because the filter was clogged. She had not been attending to it daily like she should have. Anyway, it was easily fixed and she offered me a beer for my troubles. I readily accepted and we sat down at the patio table and made small talk. I found out we had some mutual acquaintances because a few years back we had both worked at the same company but in different departments. We had another beer and soon I had to pee. I said I enjoyed her company but needed to go home to pee. She said no need to go home, just go inside to the bathroom and meanwhile she would change because she was getting cold in her wet swimsuit. She has very nice body and it was hard not to stare even though her suit was conservative by today’s standards.

I went to the bathroom she pointed out and while peeing I saw reflected in the mirror a red open top syringe with an enema nozzle hanging from the towel rack on the wall behind me. Wow! As I left the bathroom I met her in the hall coming from the bedroom across the hall. As soon as our eyes met she immediately blushed, realizing what I had just seen in the bathroom. She mumbled something about not expecting visitors so she had not cleaned up after herself. With that she grabbed two more beers and we went back outside.

As we sat at the patio table I could tell that she was still flustered that I had seen her enema bag hanging in the bathroom. So I told her no need to be embarrassed because I have a bag very similar to hers and it gets plenty of use. She said, “Really?” I told her I liked enemas since I was a kid and I used to give myself an enema whenever mom and dad left me home alone. All of my friends who would admit to getting an enema said they hated them, but somehow I liked them. She said, “Really?” “I thought I was the only one who did that.” I didn’t say anything for a while, just letting that information sink in a bit.

As much as I enjoyed the discussion we just had, I thought it best not to push, so I said it was time to leave and got up. We gathered the empty bottles and took them to the kitchen and as I turned to go I said, half joking but half serious, “If you ever need help with your enema, call me.” She got this strange look on her face and grabbed my arm. I was not sure if she was going to hit me or what. Then she said, “Look, if I let you give me an enema, nobody can know, ever.” “Agreed?” “Agreed”, I answered.

She led me to the bathroom and started running water to warm it up while she slipped off her shorts and panties. She was well trimmed but not shaved. She left her t-shirt on but I was not going to rock the boat by asking her to remove it. She laughed a little as she said since she was not really constipated that this one would be plain warm water. She filled the bag to the top and led me to the bedroom across the hall, saying she does not like taking her enemas on the bathroom floor because it is too uncomfortable. She hung the bag from a clothes tree near the bed and handed me the nozzle and a tube of lube. She spread a large towel over the bedspread and crawled onto the bed, on her back, knees up and feet apart. Her nipples were trying to poke through her thin t-shirt. I asked if she ever leaks on the bed during her enemas. She said as long as I don’t tickle her she would be good. Interesting.

She said there is one more important rule before we start: “You can look and you can touch but we will not fuck.” “Is that understood?” “Yes”, I replied, barely able to speak due to the excitement. With that I put some lube on my finger and began probing her little brown flower and then the nozzle got buried deep. She sort of caught her breath and then I opened the clamp. I was wiggling the nozzle a bit and her fingers started rubbing her clit. She asked to stop the flow for a minute a couple of times but soon the bag was empty and I closed the clamp. She did not ask to get up but continued working her clit so I slid my hand up under her t-shirt until I found one of those nipples and squeezed it a few times. She began to moan and buck her torso against me holding the nozzle in her, her fingers working her clit, and my hand on her breast. I thought sure she was going to leak all over, but not a drop! When she calmed down she asked me to remove the nozzle so she could get up. I did, and she sort of rolled off the bed and trotted to the toilet across the hall. She did not close the door so as the water was gushing out of her ass I walked in and laid the bag in the sink, wondering what I should do now, when she grabbed my bulging crotch and said with a smile, “I bet you want one now too, don’t you?” I said, “You know it.” Then she said, “Go get your stuff while I finish here on the toilet.”

At that point I woke up having a wet dream.

I used to dream of female classmates getting the nozzle as an adolescent. Always woke me up with a stiffy!

This was probably 2 years or nearly that, but I did have ONE dream about enemas ONCE!

It has not re-occurred.

One time I had my first real dream about an enema.

I was lying on some sort of an elevated bed, or operating table like structure

I remember most that my body was very stiff and hard to move. I was on my left side in Simms position. I was able to get in position and be OK in position, but it hurt to move the knees at all. The whole rest of my body just felt like it was made of something a lot more rigid than what I'm used to.

There was a blonde haired woman in full surgical scrubs mask, and gloves. . She was clearly tall , blonde and apparently buxom .Under surgical scrubs you could only see so much, all I could see was her eyes They looked a little strange. I thought, "One of my twins??" No, that doesn't quite fit, but the similarity is there! Who WAS she??

Behind me there was a large blue enema bag that looked like it was bulging It was hanging up maybe 5 ft above my head which was on a not very good pillow. I could see clearly enough to know what it was, It was like in my peripheral vision. the room was fairly brightly lit. There was a pillow under my right knee.

There didn't seem to be anyone else in the room. Then I noticed an image in the door way. Could not tell if it was a woman or a man. The image spoke. sounded a lot like me!!! She said, "Are you expecting any problems?" The young woman said, "No" in a voice that sounded similar to the way I sounded at about 16 or 17, but not quite the same either.

The woman goes around behind me. She got the hose from the enema in her left hand. It was an enema nozzle. Looked about 5 inches long, maybe 6. completely straight No lip at the back, no flair. Looked to be about half-inch in diameter. The woman then picked up something that looked like a small single-use packet of surgi-lube or similar. She got it open somehow. never sure how, and she put the surgi-lube in the nozzle, not in my rectum, just the nozzle. She then used her right hand to touch it to my rosebud. she said, "Just relax!" and pushed it in. Felt strange. the voice had a familiarity but not quite like anyone I recognized?? WHO WAS SHE?? Did seem she did a good job of getting it all the way in, and pointing towards my navel. she left it there and let me adjust to it. Then she put her hand on the hose, a foot or so above the nozzle, which was completely in my rectum where I could feel where it met the hose. She said, "Take a Deep breath!" she didn't get through the word breath and the clock radio came on!

My husband groaned, then the dog groaned. I wondered if I should groan just to make it unanimous! then I was getting to be awake, and out of that "Gray Zone" between asleep and awake.

Then it registered, "Hey, this IS what I signed up for!! Now I get to be a wife, mother, and dog Mom. I love it!"

That is the ONLY time I have ever actually dreamed about an enema. I have not had it again

I've dreamt about receiving enemas most of my life. Typically if I haven't orgasmed for a while and my dreams start getting erotic. Often I'll start receiving an enema in the presence of other people in some casual manner.. perhaps from a girl I've just met and am wildly attracted to. I'll sometimes wake up to myself cumming and then go back to sleep for a very peaceful rest.

The other night I had a dream where I was getting my hair done and towards the end a woman in a white smock came to the chair and told me to come back when we were done and I would get my enema

I've had the most vivid kinky dreams about enemas throughout my life. DBL nozzles, Rubber Nurses, lubes and tubes and amazing scenarios, all things that were highly erotic. Now that I'm older I don't know if I ever dream anymore. But thanks to Zity.biz I can reach out and see that I wasn't alone (Catholic Guilt). If I'll burn in Hell or go to Heaven I know enemas will feature in my afterlife😇😷😈!!

Enema dreams are my favorite, although they are usually interrupted before I really get the most out of them. One actual dream prompted a story I wrote awhile back (A Wet Dream). It sure was a great dream that the alarm clock screwed up.

Another was DrEAM that happened while I was daydreaming. The acronym may make some sense to a few of you.