11/20/07 - Tuesday Night
I was standing at the base of a sheer rock cliff, looking up to the top some 200 or so feet. A chain link fence ran along the edge, tipped with razor wire. For some reason, I wanted to find a way up. All along it's length we're signs of warning (white with red lettering), every so often a panning camera on a pole. After a while of walking (towards the left if one was facing the cliff), I began to see signs of some sort of industrial type complex of steel, girders and pipes laced into the cliff. At one point, water was pouring over the cliff, and filling a pool at the bottom. To the left of the waterfall was a man with a large sledge hammer. He was walking along a ledge about midway up the cliff, a large pipe running it's length at ground level. He took the hammer and swung it fierce and high, biting into the stone. It left an indention, cracks radiating away from it. Water began to spray out from the cracks. The man moved about fifteen feet to the right, and set to do it again. As he swung back, he lost his footing and fell into the pool below. Slowly he stood, covered in mud. He walked under the waterfall to rinse off, when he spotted me standing there. Suddenly I knew I was trespassing, and that he was going to shoot me. He lifted up a futuristic looking machine gun of black polymer, sight built into it, and aimed to fire. Suddenly I was armed with a poison dart. I threw it and struck him in the throat, killing him. I walked over and picked up the gun and slung it over my shoulder, impressed with how it looked and handled. A little further down was a tiny dirt road winding down through the steel and stone, blocked at the bottom by a metal bar with a stop sign upon it. It was attached to a tiny concrete bunker with a heavy steel door set into it. I opened the steel door and entered a long downward sloping corridor. It led underground, into a brightly lit and tiled corridor, doors stretching away on both the left and right. I went to the first door on the left and opened it. It was filled with people in white lab coats. They began to slowly flood out and attack me. I fired the gun till it was empty of rounds. Still they came. I pulled out two kukri (curved knives) and began to cut them down. Still they came. I cut down dozens, until the floor was slick with blood and gore, and littered with bodies. Still they came. Finally, I realized they were to many, and that I'd never defeat them. It was at this realization that they suddenly stopped attacking, pulled back, picked up the dead, and began to file back into the room from which they came...closing the door behind them without saying so much as a word. I slowly approached the first door on the right, opening and entering. It was a small room filled with cleaning supplies and electrical breakers. Inside was a man in a grey janitorial / maintenance uniform. He moved to attack me as well, and I buried both kukri into his chest. By all rights he should have dropped dead, but instead he became enraged and pulled both free of his body. I cut him over and over as he kept advancing, but he would never drop, coming at me like a movie zombie. I remember thinking about trying to use my poison darts on him when the dream ended.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Admiral of the Sea
11/16/07 - Friday Night
I was in a massive sea battle, involving futuristic navel ships of all sorts (some hovering above the water, some in the water). The water was choppy from storm, and far off I could see a beach. The more I looked, the more I realized that the beach had a sort of fake cardboard backdrop appearance. Suddenly it seemed I was in a gigantic water-filled diorama, God-Like children looking over the edges of the sky painted walls. A missile, launched from the direction of beach, took my attention away from the sky-sized heads. It slowly filled my vision, as if I was a camera, and the missile was aimed straight at the lens. Suddenly, I was in the water on a small personal sized rubber raft, giant crafts battling around me in rough seas. I knew I was an admiral of the U.S. Navy, and approached the side of a small American destroyer-class ship. I shouted up to let me aboard, but those on the deck laughed and swiveled a huge machine gun down on me. They fired, sinking my raft. They had betrayed me for some reason. I swam to another nearby American raft, which was fleeing the destroyer that had just sank me. The destroyer wasn't giving chase, though, more interested in the battle around us. I drug myself onto the raft and stood. A man loudly protested, saying I would get them killed by the destroyer, and plus, the raft was at capacity. At this, I pulled out my pistol and shot the man in the chest. He looked stunned, as he pitched over backward and fell into the dark waters. I asked if anyone else had a problem. Suddenly two men began to wrestle me for the gun. It went off during the struggle, shooting a hole in the floor of the large rubber raft. They stopped abruptly, and one of them shouted "you've killed us all! There's to many of us! We'll sink!" I said "you're absolutely right," and began randomly shooting and pushing people into the water. Most jumped freely, afraid of being shot. Freed of all the excess weight, I plugged the hole as best I could, and made towards land. At some point, I reached shore and began walking. I had no idea where I was (whether I was on hostile territory, neutral, or friendly). To my left I saw a house being built, filled with construction workers. I walked up to the foreman and asked him where I was. There was a moment of fearful recognition upon his face as he saw my uniform, before recovering and stating that I was in friendly territories. Suspicious, I began to look around as they went back to work. I spied a clock, and as I was in the navy and familiar with time and time zones, I knew where I was, and that he was lying. I then proceeded to empty the rest of my gun, killing those around me. When I ran out of ammo, I picked up a nail gun to finish the job. I then exited out the side of the house, hopped a fence, and climbed a small hill, looking back once before the dream ended.
I was in a massive sea battle, involving futuristic navel ships of all sorts (some hovering above the water, some in the water). The water was choppy from storm, and far off I could see a beach. The more I looked, the more I realized that the beach had a sort of fake cardboard backdrop appearance. Suddenly it seemed I was in a gigantic water-filled diorama, God-Like children looking over the edges of the sky painted walls. A missile, launched from the direction of beach, took my attention away from the sky-sized heads. It slowly filled my vision, as if I was a camera, and the missile was aimed straight at the lens. Suddenly, I was in the water on a small personal sized rubber raft, giant crafts battling around me in rough seas. I knew I was an admiral of the U.S. Navy, and approached the side of a small American destroyer-class ship. I shouted up to let me aboard, but those on the deck laughed and swiveled a huge machine gun down on me. They fired, sinking my raft. They had betrayed me for some reason. I swam to another nearby American raft, which was fleeing the destroyer that had just sank me. The destroyer wasn't giving chase, though, more interested in the battle around us. I drug myself onto the raft and stood. A man loudly protested, saying I would get them killed by the destroyer, and plus, the raft was at capacity. At this, I pulled out my pistol and shot the man in the chest. He looked stunned, as he pitched over backward and fell into the dark waters. I asked if anyone else had a problem. Suddenly two men began to wrestle me for the gun. It went off during the struggle, shooting a hole in the floor of the large rubber raft. They stopped abruptly, and one of them shouted "you've killed us all! There's to many of us! We'll sink!" I said "you're absolutely right," and began randomly shooting and pushing people into the water. Most jumped freely, afraid of being shot. Freed of all the excess weight, I plugged the hole as best I could, and made towards land. At some point, I reached shore and began walking. I had no idea where I was (whether I was on hostile territory, neutral, or friendly). To my left I saw a house being built, filled with construction workers. I walked up to the foreman and asked him where I was. There was a moment of fearful recognition upon his face as he saw my uniform, before recovering and stating that I was in friendly territories. Suspicious, I began to look around as they went back to work. I spied a clock, and as I was in the navy and familiar with time and time zones, I knew where I was, and that he was lying. I then proceeded to empty the rest of my gun, killing those around me. When I ran out of ammo, I picked up a nail gun to finish the job. I then exited out the side of the house, hopped a fence, and climbed a small hill, looking back once before the dream ended.
Lisa Simpson and the Bee
11/16/07 - Friday Night
I was Lisa Simpson, but I was also watching things unfold from outside (my "body [IE, Lisa]"), as a spectator. I watched as I (Lisa) was walking down a cartoon hallway. I saw Principal Skinner trying to crush a bee with a newspaper. He had knocked it to the ground and was about to crush it. I told him it was a harmless bee, and that he shouldn't kill it. Skinner stopped his assault and stepped back, allowing the bee to recover. After a moment, the bee took off from the floor, and on it's way by, stung me (Lisa) on the arm, flying away. Screamed "ow," and was shocked that it would sting me after having gone through all that effort to save it.
Realworld Note: In my dreams, I take up various points of view (POV). Sometimes I'm me, but with an "illusion" of something else layered over me. Sometimes I'm someone else (like Lisa), but watching intangibly from the outside. Then, sometimes, I'm myself physically transformed.
I was Lisa Simpson, but I was also watching things unfold from outside (my "body [IE, Lisa]"), as a spectator. I watched as I (Lisa) was walking down a cartoon hallway. I saw Principal Skinner trying to crush a bee with a newspaper. He had knocked it to the ground and was about to crush it. I told him it was a harmless bee, and that he shouldn't kill it. Skinner stopped his assault and stepped back, allowing the bee to recover. After a moment, the bee took off from the floor, and on it's way by, stung me (Lisa) on the arm, flying away. Screamed "ow," and was shocked that it would sting me after having gone through all that effort to save it.
Realworld Note: In my dreams, I take up various points of view (POV). Sometimes I'm me, but with an "illusion" of something else layered over me. Sometimes I'm someone else (like Lisa), but watching intangibly from the outside. Then, sometimes, I'm myself physically transformed.
Shadow Mines
11/13/07 - Tuesday Night
I was on a row boat moving down a somewhat fast river. There were two more on the boat with me (unsure of what gender). We were fleeing from some individuals who were chasing us. The river was deep and fast, but slowly began to slow down and become shallow. Eventually it became so shallow, the boat stuck upon the silt and rocks along the river bed. Here, we abandoned the boat. A hundred or so feet ahead, the tributary we were on and another, deeper river, merged together, flowing through a chain link fence. A gate used to bar the way, but it stood wide open and mangled. We followed along side the small river until we came to a large square shaped hole into the earth (roughly 15x15). The water was rushing over the side and disappearing into black oblivion. Five or six more similar square pits were further down. One of my companions stated that these were mine shafts deep into the earth. We turned 180 degrees from where we facing, to see a seemingly endless and dark ravine behind us, caves and tunnels dug into the walls opposite us (I don't believe this geographic location existed until we turned around). Suddenly the dream scape shifted, and we were standing in a large dugout chamber, half of the room once again dropping away into darkness. One of my companions said that shadows lived and hunted here, and I knew the statement to be true. Shadowy humanoid forms began to coalesce all around us, closing in to consume us. I opened my mouth and let out a sort of ultrasonic scream, causing the shadows to scatter and flee. We began running for a distant light, obviously an exit. Almost out, the group of unsavory characters that had been earlier chasing us entered the cave mouth and blocked our retreat. They were armed and intended to kill us. Once again I opened my mouth and let out a howl, to high for the human ear to hear. While doing so, I remember thinking the words "come consume them!" Immediately the shadows began to swarm. As the shadows advanced, the pursuers completely ignored us and began to fire into the darkness. We quickly moved through the ranks and towards the exit. As the shadows closed, they began sucking the life from all those they touched. We couldn't move fast enough, though, as when the shadows finished, they would turn upon us. I once again drove them off with a scream, leaving two of our attackers standing. I approached them and said to one of them "I have no use for you." At this point, I raised a pistol and shot the man right in his face. He fell to the ground, dead. I then approached the second man, an oriental, fearful for his life. I told my companions (as well as the second man) "he knows math, science, and computers, so he's worth keeping." The dream ended here.
Realworld Note: When I first started using "guns" in dreams, they actually consisted of my finger mimicing the movements of a pistol. The person "shot" wouldn't actually die in my dream, but would fall to the ground thinking they were dead. At some point later, they would simply stand back up. This changed as I got older and began firing pistols and rifles at realworld ranges. Suddenly, in my dreamscapes, I was armed with an actual weapon. Now, when shot, opponents don't get back up, and blood is usually involved.
I was on a row boat moving down a somewhat fast river. There were two more on the boat with me (unsure of what gender). We were fleeing from some individuals who were chasing us. The river was deep and fast, but slowly began to slow down and become shallow. Eventually it became so shallow, the boat stuck upon the silt and rocks along the river bed. Here, we abandoned the boat. A hundred or so feet ahead, the tributary we were on and another, deeper river, merged together, flowing through a chain link fence. A gate used to bar the way, but it stood wide open and mangled. We followed along side the small river until we came to a large square shaped hole into the earth (roughly 15x15). The water was rushing over the side and disappearing into black oblivion. Five or six more similar square pits were further down. One of my companions stated that these were mine shafts deep into the earth. We turned 180 degrees from where we facing, to see a seemingly endless and dark ravine behind us, caves and tunnels dug into the walls opposite us (I don't believe this geographic location existed until we turned around). Suddenly the dream scape shifted, and we were standing in a large dugout chamber, half of the room once again dropping away into darkness. One of my companions said that shadows lived and hunted here, and I knew the statement to be true. Shadowy humanoid forms began to coalesce all around us, closing in to consume us. I opened my mouth and let out a sort of ultrasonic scream, causing the shadows to scatter and flee. We began running for a distant light, obviously an exit. Almost out, the group of unsavory characters that had been earlier chasing us entered the cave mouth and blocked our retreat. They were armed and intended to kill us. Once again I opened my mouth and let out a howl, to high for the human ear to hear. While doing so, I remember thinking the words "come consume them!" Immediately the shadows began to swarm. As the shadows advanced, the pursuers completely ignored us and began to fire into the darkness. We quickly moved through the ranks and towards the exit. As the shadows closed, they began sucking the life from all those they touched. We couldn't move fast enough, though, as when the shadows finished, they would turn upon us. I once again drove them off with a scream, leaving two of our attackers standing. I approached them and said to one of them "I have no use for you." At this point, I raised a pistol and shot the man right in his face. He fell to the ground, dead. I then approached the second man, an oriental, fearful for his life. I told my companions (as well as the second man) "he knows math, science, and computers, so he's worth keeping." The dream ended here.
Realworld Note: When I first started using "guns" in dreams, they actually consisted of my finger mimicing the movements of a pistol. The person "shot" wouldn't actually die in my dream, but would fall to the ground thinking they were dead. At some point later, they would simply stand back up. This changed as I got older and began firing pistols and rifles at realworld ranges. Suddenly, in my dreamscapes, I was armed with an actual weapon. Now, when shot, opponents don't get back up, and blood is usually involved.
Hotel Rendezvous
11/13/07 - Tuesday Night
I was in a hotel room, naked on the bed. My cock was standing at attention, and there was a somewhat muscular guy standing at the foot of the bed, naked as well. He crawled onto the bed and lingered over me on his hands and knees, letting our cocks gently touch one another. He layed himself down on top of me we began kissing, while at the same time he ground his cock against mine. I remember precum started leaking, and our stomachs became somewhat slippery. This is all I remember.
I was in a hotel room, naked on the bed. My cock was standing at attention, and there was a somewhat muscular guy standing at the foot of the bed, naked as well. He crawled onto the bed and lingered over me on his hands and knees, letting our cocks gently touch one another. He layed himself down on top of me we began kissing, while at the same time he ground his cock against mine. I remember precum started leaking, and our stomachs became somewhat slippery. This is all I remember.
Young Punks
11/10/07 - Saturday Night
Remember starting out in what was supposed to be an abandoned haunted mansion. I was with a girl and one other guy. We were young (early 20's?), and in college (freshmen?). The girl had a pouty face, with shoulder length blond hair (no description in memory for the male). We had snuck into the old mansion to explore. At some point, in what seemed to be a combination dinging room / kitchen on the first floor, I happened upon some personal belongings on a cheap turquoise colored metal table. I picked up a wallet and began to rifle through it, deciding to steal the money out of it ( I don't think there was a lot there). It was at this point we heard a noise. I quickly closed the wallet and threw it down on the table (unsure as to whether I managed to get the money out in time). Four or five older male VP / CEO types entered the room. I believe they were generic representations of every boss I have ever had. I was worried they would realize I had tampered with the wallet, as it was out of place. Thinking quickly, I leaned down on the table with one arm and pushed down hard, at the same time acting friendly and saying "hi" to those newly present. The lead VP / CEO simply frowned at me like I was trash. My "move" had the desired effect, as the pressure from my arm tilted the table over, spilling it's contents onto the floor. Quickly I bent to pick everything up, at which point the lead VP / CEO became pissed and told me I was useless, waving me away. Me and my two friends quickly backed out of the room, and took off running, laughing while doing so. Bursting out the front door, we ran across the street and hid in some bushes to watch for a reaction from the VP's / CEO's. From outside, the building resembled an old frat house, complete with white wooden pillars. In the bushes, waiting and laughing, me and the girl made eye contact. It's at this point that the two of us begin passionately kissing, with the other guy adopting an "oh geez," third wheel, type of attitude. She ended the kissing session by sucking on my lower lip. Here the dream ended.
Remember starting out in what was supposed to be an abandoned haunted mansion. I was with a girl and one other guy. We were young (early 20's?), and in college (freshmen?). The girl had a pouty face, with shoulder length blond hair (no description in memory for the male). We had snuck into the old mansion to explore. At some point, in what seemed to be a combination dinging room / kitchen on the first floor, I happened upon some personal belongings on a cheap turquoise colored metal table. I picked up a wallet and began to rifle through it, deciding to steal the money out of it ( I don't think there was a lot there). It was at this point we heard a noise. I quickly closed the wallet and threw it down on the table (unsure as to whether I managed to get the money out in time). Four or five older male VP / CEO types entered the room. I believe they were generic representations of every boss I have ever had. I was worried they would realize I had tampered with the wallet, as it was out of place. Thinking quickly, I leaned down on the table with one arm and pushed down hard, at the same time acting friendly and saying "hi" to those newly present. The lead VP / CEO simply frowned at me like I was trash. My "move" had the desired effect, as the pressure from my arm tilted the table over, spilling it's contents onto the floor. Quickly I bent to pick everything up, at which point the lead VP / CEO became pissed and told me I was useless, waving me away. Me and my two friends quickly backed out of the room, and took off running, laughing while doing so. Bursting out the front door, we ran across the street and hid in some bushes to watch for a reaction from the VP's / CEO's. From outside, the building resembled an old frat house, complete with white wooden pillars. In the bushes, waiting and laughing, me and the girl made eye contact. It's at this point that the two of us begin passionately kissing, with the other guy adopting an "oh geez," third wheel, type of attitude. She ended the kissing session by sucking on my lower lip. Here the dream ended.
Super Villains
11/08/07 - Thursday Night
The dream was fragmented. I was some sort of super hero, flying around doing the odd good deed. As is often the case when I fly in dreams, I would lose altitude if I didn't concentrate. At some point, I met up with a sort of generic superman / woman (not sure which). At this point, we show our true colors, flying around discussing our plans to take over the city. While talking, we hover among the leaves of a tree, and fly by several large skyscrapers. Don't remember anything further.
Realworld Note: My "powers" in dreams have evolved as I have matured. When I first started flying in dreams, it was always through the use of some sort of device or aid (such as paper wings on my shoes, or bird wings in my hands). My flight was usually low altitude, slow, and I had to expend a great deal of concentration to continue flying. As time has progressed, I've been able to ditch assisting tools, go faster and higher, and only loose altitude if I'm distracted in some fashion. Other skills have altered as well, but will be addressed in later dreams.
The dream was fragmented. I was some sort of super hero, flying around doing the odd good deed. As is often the case when I fly in dreams, I would lose altitude if I didn't concentrate. At some point, I met up with a sort of generic superman / woman (not sure which). At this point, we show our true colors, flying around discussing our plans to take over the city. While talking, we hover among the leaves of a tree, and fly by several large skyscrapers. Don't remember anything further.
Realworld Note: My "powers" in dreams have evolved as I have matured. When I first started flying in dreams, it was always through the use of some sort of device or aid (such as paper wings on my shoes, or bird wings in my hands). My flight was usually low altitude, slow, and I had to expend a great deal of concentration to continue flying. As time has progressed, I've been able to ditch assisting tools, go faster and higher, and only loose altitude if I'm distracted in some fashion. Other skills have altered as well, but will be addressed in later dreams.
Bully Bullied
11/08/07 - Thursday Night
All I remember is that for some reason I was having an argument with my step-father (who frequently bullied me when I was younger). At some point he threatened to strike me. I became instantly irate and got into his face, yelling. As I did so, he kept backing up. I'm unsure of all of what was said, but what I do remember consisted of me telling him that I "would even give [him] the first punch!" When he failed to do anything, I stated "that's what I thought, you little bitch!" Here the dream ended.
All I remember is that for some reason I was having an argument with my step-father (who frequently bullied me when I was younger). At some point he threatened to strike me. I became instantly irate and got into his face, yelling. As I did so, he kept backing up. I'm unsure of all of what was said, but what I do remember consisted of me telling him that I "would even give [him] the first punch!" When he failed to do anything, I stated "that's what I thought, you little bitch!" Here the dream ended.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Mall Shoplifters
11/06/07 - Tuesday Night
Next, I remember I was in some sort of mall shopping in a store (it had lot's of clothing in it). I saw a heavyset white female with two black children (1 boy, 1 girl). While they didn't appear mixed, I assumed they were her children. I noticed she had numerous bags, and was stuffing clothing in them. Began to follow her, watching. Don't remember all of what she was stealing, but I remember it was a large quantity. At one point, she asked the boy if he wanted a Playstation 2, to which he responded yes. She picked a box off the shelf and placed it in her bag. They left the store and entered the mall proper. They stood next to what I believe was an over-sized glass case of plastic balls (although I don't think it could be entered to play in), and I hid on the other side watching them through the case. It appeared they were reorganizing the loot, or distributing the bags amongst them. The little boy spotted me and told his mom. They began to move towards the exit. I ran to a nearby restaurant and asked for loss preventions number. Giving me the number, I ran into what appeared to be a children's waiting area, complete with a television in the upper corner of the room. I ran to a payphone on the wall, and noticed a small kitten on the floor. It appeared to be curled up and asleep. I attempted to dial the phone, but either I couldn't get it to work, or I couldn't reach anyone. Ran out of the room and began searching the nearby area in an attempt to find the woman. Spotted her heading down a hallway towards an exit, and began to run after her. I passed a guy half-heartedly running towards the hall from the other direction. He told me to stop them as I passed him. I made it out the exit doors the same time as them, circled to block her, and stated "mall security ma'am. We need to talk about your unpaid merchandise (even though I did not work there as loss prevention)." At this point, the guy brought up the rear and took her into custody. Here the dream ended.
Next, I remember I was in some sort of mall shopping in a store (it had lot's of clothing in it). I saw a heavyset white female with two black children (1 boy, 1 girl). While they didn't appear mixed, I assumed they were her children. I noticed she had numerous bags, and was stuffing clothing in them. Began to follow her, watching. Don't remember all of what she was stealing, but I remember it was a large quantity. At one point, she asked the boy if he wanted a Playstation 2, to which he responded yes. She picked a box off the shelf and placed it in her bag. They left the store and entered the mall proper. They stood next to what I believe was an over-sized glass case of plastic balls (although I don't think it could be entered to play in), and I hid on the other side watching them through the case. It appeared they were reorganizing the loot, or distributing the bags amongst them. The little boy spotted me and told his mom. They began to move towards the exit. I ran to a nearby restaurant and asked for loss preventions number. Giving me the number, I ran into what appeared to be a children's waiting area, complete with a television in the upper corner of the room. I ran to a payphone on the wall, and noticed a small kitten on the floor. It appeared to be curled up and asleep. I attempted to dial the phone, but either I couldn't get it to work, or I couldn't reach anyone. Ran out of the room and began searching the nearby area in an attempt to find the woman. Spotted her heading down a hallway towards an exit, and began to run after her. I passed a guy half-heartedly running towards the hall from the other direction. He told me to stop them as I passed him. I made it out the exit doors the same time as them, circled to block her, and stated "mall security ma'am. We need to talk about your unpaid merchandise (even though I did not work there as loss prevention)." At this point, the guy brought up the rear and took her into custody. Here the dream ended.
Dad's Porn
11/06/07 - Tuesday Night
Dreamt I was back in high school. I was living in a second floor apartment with my Mother and Step-Father, which overlooked the parking lot. My parents had left, so I stole into their bedroom and began searching through their dresser drawers for porn magazines (which is where my Step-Father indeed kept his porn). I found several "Penthouse Forum" type magazines, with the occasional black and white nude photo printed within it's pages. While looking at them and beginning to masturbate, I kept watch via the second floor window, which gave me a perfect view of them arriving. This is all I remember of this dream.
Dreamt I was back in high school. I was living in a second floor apartment with my Mother and Step-Father, which overlooked the parking lot. My parents had left, so I stole into their bedroom and began searching through their dresser drawers for porn magazines (which is where my Step-Father indeed kept his porn). I found several "Penthouse Forum" type magazines, with the occasional black and white nude photo printed within it's pages. While looking at them and beginning to masturbate, I kept watch via the second floor window, which gave me a perfect view of them arriving. This is all I remember of this dream.
The Toy Store
11/02/07 - Tuesday Night
Now I'm in a toy store, but for some reason, it more resembles a London inspired, cluttered, used book store. I'm looking for some rare and unusual toys from my youth (some small medievil knights and swordsmen). Someone else is traveling with me, but I'm not sure who. I squeeze through a cluttered aisle of toys into a seldom traveled section of the store. I see a small hallway to the left. It is dark, and I hear revelry coming from down it. It is a narrow wooden hallway, with a fountain on the left wall. There is a small wooden door at the end of the hall on the right. In front of the door is what appears to be a heavy set usher. As I approach, he opens the door, exposing what appears to be a small private theatre filled with thirty or so people. They were watching something funny via a VCR connected to a television, but it's now over, and they begin to stand up and file out. Whatever it was, I appear to have missed all the fun. Here my dream ended.
Now I'm in a toy store, but for some reason, it more resembles a London inspired, cluttered, used book store. I'm looking for some rare and unusual toys from my youth (some small medievil knights and swordsmen). Someone else is traveling with me, but I'm not sure who. I squeeze through a cluttered aisle of toys into a seldom traveled section of the store. I see a small hallway to the left. It is dark, and I hear revelry coming from down it. It is a narrow wooden hallway, with a fountain on the left wall. There is a small wooden door at the end of the hall on the right. In front of the door is what appears to be a heavy set usher. As I approach, he opens the door, exposing what appears to be a small private theatre filled with thirty or so people. They were watching something funny via a VCR connected to a television, but it's now over, and they begin to stand up and file out. Whatever it was, I appear to have missed all the fun. Here my dream ended.
Obliged Sex
11/02/07 - Tuesday Night
I'm standing outside a two-story apartment building. It's night again (or still). I see an older woman standing outside her apartment door. She is wearing a short nightgown or shirt. While not particularly attractive, I see her adjusting her panties under her gown. This grabs my attention. She heads back into her apartment, but leaves her door open a crack. I sneak up to peek in and watch her, in the hope of perhaps seeing more. A neighbor spots me and alerts the woman to my presence. I turn to flee, but the woman comes out, and somehow I know she's interested in having sex with me. I stop running and lay down in the grass. She climbs on top of me and pulls out my cock. There are a few people in the yard watching, and I suffer a twinge of "stage fright." I reach down and up under her shirt / night gown and begin to rub he clit in a circular motion. She then asks me why I'm doing this, as being fingered doesn't really "interest her." Immediately, I feel stupid, clumsy, and awkward. I'm no longer interested in sex, but for some reason, I feel compelled to oblige the woman. The dream ended here.
Realworld Note: My girlfriend is ten years older than me, and I'm currently struggling with the fact I don't feel particularly attracted to her anymore.
I'm standing outside a two-story apartment building. It's night again (or still). I see an older woman standing outside her apartment door. She is wearing a short nightgown or shirt. While not particularly attractive, I see her adjusting her panties under her gown. This grabs my attention. She heads back into her apartment, but leaves her door open a crack. I sneak up to peek in and watch her, in the hope of perhaps seeing more. A neighbor spots me and alerts the woman to my presence. I turn to flee, but the woman comes out, and somehow I know she's interested in having sex with me. I stop running and lay down in the grass. She climbs on top of me and pulls out my cock. There are a few people in the yard watching, and I suffer a twinge of "stage fright." I reach down and up under her shirt / night gown and begin to rub he clit in a circular motion. She then asks me why I'm doing this, as being fingered doesn't really "interest her." Immediately, I feel stupid, clumsy, and awkward. I'm no longer interested in sex, but for some reason, I feel compelled to oblige the woman. The dream ended here.
Realworld Note: My girlfriend is ten years older than me, and I'm currently struggling with the fact I don't feel particularly attracted to her anymore.
The Incredible Skulk
11/02/07 - Tuesday Night
It was night, and I was being pursued by a young boy I had labeled "The Incredible Skulk (not sure why)." His mother followed behind him at all times, doting. When the boy threw a tantrum, he could transform into a "hulk-like" being. I was traveling with someone in the dream, but I don't remember who. We entered a garage fleeing the boy, passing out the back door and into a junked up backyard surrounded by a wooden privacy fence. We ran across the yard and out a gate door to the left, hiding in some tall grass on the downward slope of a hill. The boy exited the garage, his mother in tow. He did not see us, but headed in our direction by happenstance. The both of us slid to the bottom of the hill, through the deep grass. We reached the bottom, and realized that we were exposed. We ran a few feet and attempted to climb back up, but by this time, the boy and his mother had slid down as well. He easily caught us. Here the dream ended.
It was night, and I was being pursued by a young boy I had labeled "The Incredible Skulk (not sure why)." His mother followed behind him at all times, doting. When the boy threw a tantrum, he could transform into a "hulk-like" being. I was traveling with someone in the dream, but I don't remember who. We entered a garage fleeing the boy, passing out the back door and into a junked up backyard surrounded by a wooden privacy fence. We ran across the yard and out a gate door to the left, hiding in some tall grass on the downward slope of a hill. The boy exited the garage, his mother in tow. He did not see us, but headed in our direction by happenstance. The both of us slid to the bottom of the hill, through the deep grass. We reached the bottom, and realized that we were exposed. We ran a few feet and attempted to climb back up, but by this time, the boy and his mother had slid down as well. He easily caught us. Here the dream ended.
Finding the Path
11/01/07 - Thursday Night
The first dream I remember was a sex dream, but I don't remember anything but a few bits. Thus I combined the two dreams together, although they were indeed seperate. Don't remember the specifics of the sex dream, but I remember seeing a picture of her on what I believe to have been a drivers license. She was a young black woman with long wavy hair (possibly extensions). I clearly saw her name, but could not recall it upon waking. I think it started with an "S."
Next, I was back in high school, but at the age I am now (34). I was trying to conceal my true age from the younger kids around me. Walking around, I passed through the cafateria, and then into the kitchen. The halls wound around on themselves like a maze, and I quickly became lost. I started walking into various classes, but these were not the typical type of classes one would find in a high school. One class was constructing props for stage and television, and I remember a giant plaster / Styrofoam head sitting in the middle of the room. I passed from that room into another room, where they were putting together some type of small passenger jet (similar to those made where I work). For some reason I was hiding behind it, up against the wall, hoping not to be seen (or possibly caught). A male teacher (or authority figure) approached and asked me what I was doing. I told him I was lost and trying to find my way out. He pointed me to a door. Next thing I know, I'm standing outside, on the slope of a hill. It's a sunny day, and I'm next to a lake. The grass is lush and green. In the air is what appears to be an F-22 Raptor. It's doing pretty close to 90 degree turns in the sky, the equivalent of air doughnuts. Next, the jet dove towards the water. As it closed distance, it's wings swept back. It plunged 20 or so feet under the lake, then immediately surfaced again, carried out of the water again by it's forward momentum. When it popped back up, it began to hover just above the lake. It then hovered over to a small island and landed.
The first dream I remember was a sex dream, but I don't remember anything but a few bits. Thus I combined the two dreams together, although they were indeed seperate. Don't remember the specifics of the sex dream, but I remember seeing a picture of her on what I believe to have been a drivers license. She was a young black woman with long wavy hair (possibly extensions). I clearly saw her name, but could not recall it upon waking. I think it started with an "S."
Next, I was back in high school, but at the age I am now (34). I was trying to conceal my true age from the younger kids around me. Walking around, I passed through the cafateria, and then into the kitchen. The halls wound around on themselves like a maze, and I quickly became lost. I started walking into various classes, but these were not the typical type of classes one would find in a high school. One class was constructing props for stage and television, and I remember a giant plaster / Styrofoam head sitting in the middle of the room. I passed from that room into another room, where they were putting together some type of small passenger jet (similar to those made where I work). For some reason I was hiding behind it, up against the wall, hoping not to be seen (or possibly caught). A male teacher (or authority figure) approached and asked me what I was doing. I told him I was lost and trying to find my way out. He pointed me to a door. Next thing I know, I'm standing outside, on the slope of a hill. It's a sunny day, and I'm next to a lake. The grass is lush and green. In the air is what appears to be an F-22 Raptor. It's doing pretty close to 90 degree turns in the sky, the equivalent of air doughnuts. Next, the jet dove towards the water. As it closed distance, it's wings swept back. It plunged 20 or so feet under the lake, then immediately surfaced again, carried out of the water again by it's forward momentum. When it popped back up, it began to hover just above the lake. It then hovered over to a small island and landed.
Transvestite Porn
10/31/07 - Wednesday Night
Had several disconnected dreams, I believe all sexual in nature. At one point, I remember I had a girl bent over one of those rickety brown card tables, penetrating her from behind (doggy style). She had short manly hair, and had a petite body type. Don't remember the whole sexual encounter, but at the end, I was watching her and another guy having sex on a television set (via video tape, I believe). She was dressed as a guy, and he was dressed as a girl. In my dream, I was turned on by the idea that she was having sex with another guy, and that I was watching it. An older man (possibly her father?) kept coming around, though, and I had to keep turning off the television, thus pissing me off.
Had several disconnected dreams, I believe all sexual in nature. At one point, I remember I had a girl bent over one of those rickety brown card tables, penetrating her from behind (doggy style). She had short manly hair, and had a petite body type. Don't remember the whole sexual encounter, but at the end, I was watching her and another guy having sex on a television set (via video tape, I believe). She was dressed as a guy, and he was dressed as a girl. In my dream, I was turned on by the idea that she was having sex with another guy, and that I was watching it. An older man (possibly her father?) kept coming around, though, and I had to keep turning off the television, thus pissing me off.
Dancing in Target
10/29/07 - Monday Night
Remember going to Target, but it seemed more like K-Mart (at least, the memory I have from when I worked there). Met a white girl I seemed to know in the dream, and while I don't seem to recall what she looked like, I remember she had dark brown hair. We met up in the parking lot and hugged, greeted one another, and went in. Not sure what happened next, but suddenly me, her, and one other girl (where she came from I'm not sure) are dancing together in the middle of the store...booty grinding style. This is all I remember.
Remember going to Target, but it seemed more like K-Mart (at least, the memory I have from when I worked there). Met a white girl I seemed to know in the dream, and while I don't seem to recall what she looked like, I remember she had dark brown hair. We met up in the parking lot and hugged, greeted one another, and went in. Not sure what happened next, but suddenly me, her, and one other girl (where she came from I'm not sure) are dancing together in the middle of the store...booty grinding style. This is all I remember.
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