mister wood

in my dream i was walking through town some shopping streets and i saw a cart/van that sold donuts. i walked up and wanted to buy some. i set my purse down and said do yall take card. i don't have any cash. at first i was disappointed because this indian young man and this little boy who was helping him were saying no. i thought i would have to leave to find an atm. then suddenly the man said wait. my boss is coming, i can ask him. seconds later a man appeared from the back of the van. he was really cool and swag and had and older style, like 80s or 70s. more 80s. he had sunglasses on and long blonde hair. i realized it was andrew wood. he made me a bit nervous with his calm swagger. and cool style. he sheparded me to the back somehow, claiming i had to wait there for the donut or something. a few other kids were back there, i had peered into to see already. kids of varying ages. they were there to help or just wanted to be around him. i waited in the very back. then they started driving away. i guess he had chosen me to stay and become part of his herd. he'd just sort of trapped me back there. i wasn't strapped down or anything. just before i realized it i was in the very (3rd) back seat of the van with the other kids and we were driving off. i never got the donuts. now we were driving around town and leaving the shopping district... we were driving through this old 80s neighborhood he showed us a particular house and asked us if anyone knew who's it was. i didn't and know one else did but i took out my phone to take pictures cause its seemed significant... he laughed at that. we passed by a strange house that was hanging by a tree, a small maybe 10 foot closed pirate ship, hanging like a swing just a couple feet above ground. then we made it to his house and he brought us inside. from the outside it had a very nostalgic feel. it was the same, if not more, on the inside. we'd all gone inside and the kids were running around. the style of the decorum was very old bohemian-patterned, almost victorian (like the pillows and blankets and curtains and stuff) it was dark red with gold patterning. maybe some green black or purple accents. i commented on how it reminded me of my house when i was young (al's house) and how that made me feel old. i asked him how long he'd been living here. i assumed it was his childhood home. he said only 4 months. i was surprised (was he lying?) then i asked him where did he live before. he ignored me. he was cuddling with all the children on the couch, occasionally pushing people off just with how big he was when he stretched out. i was on the opposite side of the room. curled in a couch or chair of some sort. i kept watching him. i felt nervous around him. very nervous. he was so cool. then i couldn't believe my eyes. i thought they were playing tricks on me. what he had in his hand was huge! it couldn't be his cock. but it was. why was he playing with it? it was swollen, red and glistening. it must've been the size of those freakishly ginormous eggplants you see in the store. the biggest one. he was looking at me. i blushed and hid away in the blankets. i wanted to do something, (kiss him maybe?) but what? i'm a submissive person. i wouldn't know what to do unless he ordered me to do it.