I keep having this recurring dream. I'm laying on a table, there's a midget sitting on my chest wearing nothing but clown make-up and a diaper. I struggle, but can not seem to move. I look around, but don't see and chains. It's almost like sleep paralysis. The little middle aged man on my chest starts getting louder and starts bouncing up and down, all the while still yelling "diaper change!" I struggle even harder. The intensity of his screaming and bouncing reach an apex as a door behind me is slammed open. I cock my head back to see a large woman walk in. She is dressed in victorian garments and never says a word. All my attempts at communication are met by an off-set tilt of the head. The midget says "it's about time" and stands up, a small overflow of shit falling over the top seal of his diaper and onto my stomach. The woman suspends him above me with some kind of sex-swing contraption. At this point, I'm screaming "No! No! No!" The woman finally seems to respond as she picks up a fish bowl and places it over my face. She then removes the midget's diaper and an organic avalanches rushes down upon my body. I can feel the makings. Mostly a thick, paste-like liquid, warm to the touch. I feel the occasional chunk bounce off my stomach or settle with a little fluid inside my navel like tofu soup. I look up and I can see the door to my demise. It looks as if someone tightened the drawstring on their hoody and spit out a snickers. The flow weakens and I wait as the least few droplets and mucus-neutralized fecal paste go astray and splash my neck, giving me a warm tickling sensation. The woman then replaces the diaper and I usually wake up before he needs another changing. This is my favorite dream. The others scare me.