melanieb

So much sadness...see the note following the dream.

The first details of the dream are lost but I remember standing with Jen along the north side of the house I grew up in. Trees are around and above me, and to my right are the railroad ties that separated my property from the neighbor's.

I was thinking about how I heard noises the previous night and thought maybe a rat was under the house. I was telling this to Jen when I looked down and saw a blue rubber drainage hose used for draining the washing machine. It was larger than normal and near the end was a large motionless rat.

I pointed at the rat to illustrate what I had just been saying. "See? I guess it ate the poison and once it bit into the hose and found water the poison became activated and killed it." At least, this was my theory.

My gaze travelled to the left and I knew I was correct as I saw another rat, and then several more. I couldn't believe the poison had killed so many rats. Of course I was wrong. As I continued to leek left and see more rats I discovered some were still moving and actively biting into the hose. The more I looked to the left the more alive the rats seemed to be.

I began counting them. One-two....three-four-five-six....seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven. That must be all of them. Wait, no, there's more. Twelve-thirteen-fourteen...fifteen, sixteen, seventeen! Wow!

I'm not sure which amazed me more, seeing 17 rats ranging from dead to alive munching on the drainage hose or actually counting from one to seventeen without becoming lucid enough to actually do something.

I woke after this for the need to pee...stupid body.

WHat really made me sad was that I had hoped to have a good sleep period with strong dream recall, you know, because there wasn't any need to wake up early on a Saturday morning. Unfortunately that plan was foiled by my friend calling me at 8:49 AM and waking me to remind me the Scouts were going to do a team-building course this morning and they were meeting at 9:00AM. The act of rushing to get myself and my son dressed, fed, prepared with lunch and up to the meeting place pushed all thought of dream recall from my mind. :(

I withheld a few details of this dream because they were simply too graphic. Still, I will remember this dream well for a long time.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m driving with Jen along a road in south Austin, achain-link fence to my right. I look over and ask, “Shall we go home or toMisty’s house or to your parent’s house?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Hone.” I nod agreement and head in that direction. Jen haschemo the following morning and I know she should get her rest. It’s been anactive week.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As we approach home I think, “But the house is SO damaged.”Indeed the house is suffering from no maintenance and a room or two that arefalling apart. Inside the house isn’t too bad, for the most part, but I seem torecall the floor in my upstairs bedroom had caved in except along the edges ofthe room. The image in my mind is of a room with a gaping hole where the floorshould be and the contents spilling into the garage below.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We go in and I set Jen up watching a movie in theentertainment room, a large space downstairs where the dining room should be.The carpet seems to be missing from the room and it seems gloomy inside. I hangout in the hall right outside the room looking in. I can see the shape of a manin the room with her, perhaps a butler that I don’t recall us having. Heresolves into a man wearing a tux and holding a silver platter as I think abouthis appearance.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] I realize I’mdreaming and direct my attention to themovie Jen is watching. The TV is showing a movie about some strange creaturesthat are man-made, genetic monsters that seem very angry at their existence andhave a desire to kill humans (a predictable plot) though their original purposewas benign. They were created to help unlock the secrets of the genetic code, a3-billion year-old mystery that could be resolved with these creatures andtheir special abilities. They seem to have a seeing-power that can look backthrough genetic history to the earliest ages of life on the planet. Most of thecreatures seem to be upset with humans and how they’ve been treated but a fewhave evolved and become more intelligent. These kinder monsters wear clothesand have even formed their own government to help them coexist with humans. It’san interesting movie.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Seeing as I’m alone I spend some time pleasuring myself, alucid act that is more fun in some ways in a dream. Occasionally I look up tomake certain no one is watching. This goes on for several minutes.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]After a time Jen needs something and I tell her I can get itfrom my room on the second floor. I head upstairs and walk into my old bedroomexpecting to see a gaping hole but instead I see the room is intact. The floorremains though it has settled in about six inches lower and in a square shapeas if it was by design. I presume the floor is unstable and I move along theedges of the room.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I am approaching the side of the room where my old bed isand I start to slip into the gap. Knowing I only have a fraction of a secondbefore I fall in I leap to the opposite side, barely finding a purchase withenough of my body on the side to not cave in the floor.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Getting back up I make my way to the bed and continuepleasuring myself as before. It feels really good and I recognize this as oneof my dream signs. The act itself stabilizes the dream and I am able to go onenjoying it. I really want to orgasm, the intense sensations I’m experiencingalmost too good as I make good use of my hands. I am trying so hard to achievemy first really powerful dream orgasm but I’m just not close enough. I know it’sclose but I can’t seem to take myself over the edge, and I want to so bad. Ican imagine the feelings and I know how good it will be when I do but because Ikeep failing I wake up. In real life I’m incredibly aroused and I wish I couldhave completed the act.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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This is a fragment I had on the 21st. I woke up and simply couldn't recall the entire dream by the time I got to write it down.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Inside the house I find myself standing near a table withparty supplies on it. I seem to be cleaning up after a party that has takenplace recently. The room does not resemble my house but is akin to a party roomin one of those places where you can hold a birthday party for 25 people andrent a party room for everyone to eat cake in.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Sarah and Jen are helping me clean up stuff and pick uptrash. Napkins and plates seem to make up the majority of the offal. The roomseems surprisingly clean otherwise. No food or drink remains in the room, andeven the floor seems obscenely sterile.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Something in our conversation brought up the fact that Sarahhad recently been to Consumer Credit Counseling. She asked me, “Don’t you goanymore to Credit Counseling?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Me?” I replied with some degree of incredulity. “Hell no! Idon’t trust those people anymore!” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I don’t recall what it was that led me to distrust them,though I think I remembered the fee they charged for every transaction,essentially charging me to do something I could have done on my own withouttheir help…but they had never told me that.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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So, I managed to go back to sleep around noon today, long enough to have a decent dream.

The thing is, while I thoroughly enjoyed this dream and all its incredible detail, including the lucidity, this dream has some rather adult content.

Feel free to tell me if I should remove this dream.

And now the disclaimer:

THE FOLLOWING DREAM HAS BEEN RATED DV-MA. IT IS INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. IF THIS IS NOT YOU, PLEASE DO NOT CLICK ON THE SPOILER BELOW. IT CONTAINS STRONG ADULT CONTENT AND SITUATIONS.

[SPOILER="The Porn House"]

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I find myself in my house but I immediately know somethingisn’t right. I am in my old home, the one I used to share with my mom, and thefeeling is quite disorienting. I know I haven’t lived in the house in manyyears, but here it is in every detail. The arrangement of furniture is a littledifferent, and I didn’t have internet access at the time, yet I have a fullcomputer and my current Droid cell phone. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]If the arrangement of furniture wasn’t strange enough, thepresence of my dad in the house certainly was. He has been living in Californiafor decades, and he never visited this house, but he is here and my mom is not.I feel really awkward seeing him sit in one of the recliner chairs a few feetfrom the fire place, his feet up as though everything was normal.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]To top things off on this cake of chaos, I am surfing lotsand lots of porn on the computer. Window after window is open to all kinds oferotic images, and I find it hard to absorb all of what I am seeing. It’sinteresting to me but it doesn’t fit in with my normal web surfing habits. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I continue surfing my porn I happen to see out thewindow; the computer is set upon a shelf that allows a user to face the front yard.Outside the view is different than expected. The neighborhood is that of thehouse I grew up in as a child, and while this is unsettling, it’s still notquite as odd as the porn I’m viewing.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Looking out, I spot Jen’s arrival home. She is accompaniedby several friends, and I hastily minimize the computer window and beginlooking at my phone, not wanting her to see what’s displayed on the screen. I’m expecting her to walk into the house butinstead she and her friends spend some time conversing outside the front door. Iwait a moment and then return to the computer for a bit more time surfing adultcontent.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]After what feels like ten minutes in the dream I hear thegarage door starting to rumble open, and I frantically scramble to minimize thecomputer windows again. I step away and then debate the wisdom of leaving themopen at all, and I turn back with the intention of shutting down InternetExplorer. I can’t quite recall if I actually opened the windows back up, but Iknow I didn’t feel entirely good about how I left them. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]As Jen walked in I walked away from the computer and towardsa hall bathroom that never existed in the living room in real life. I ask herthe usual questions about her day and how she is, though I also recognize thatshe hasn’t worked in years and it’s odd that she is now. Still, nothing aboutthis dream is normal so I’m becoming accustomed to all the strange events andsights. I do get a bit upset when I askher where our son is and who is watching him and she merely tells me that he is“okay.” [/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He’s okay? Who the hell is he with, I wonder? Perhaps hermom? I’m a little put-off by her nonchalant attitude regarding our son’ssupervision. Some part of me tells me he is a baby, and this just adds to myconfusion. I seem to be living in a flashback mixed with current technology andI can’t seem to get away from it. This is when I ultimately realize I’mdreaming, and I immediately become calmer and more accepting of mysurroundings. My real life is far more structured than this and the events aretoo surreal to be anything but a dream. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Deciding finally that all is well I wander back over towardsthe bathroom and continue surfing porn on my phone. Apparently the theme of mydream is sex, and I’m so preoccupied with my viewing that I don’t notice whatis going on in the living room just out of sight. I reach a stopping point andlook back around the corner only to find the computer is now on this side ofthe room and Jen is looking at the pages of porn I had been viewing. Crap.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I come up behind her and inside I’m freaking out, knowingshe won’t like what she sees. I think I said something like, “At least our kidsaren’t around.” I know this won’t go over well, and I’m proven right when shegets up, grabs her purse, and tells me she’s leaving. She starts walkingthrough the living room, and this is when I notice a couple people are sittingin the dark lounging in the recliner chairs and on the sofa. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I watch Jen leave, a last view of her through the partedcurtains. I turn back around and ask the room, “Who are you people, and whatare you doing here?” I can’t even figure out how so many people got in theroom, though I suspect they came in earlier before Jen left and that maybe theyare friends of my son. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Everyone is naked and just lounging around as though it wastheir house. All the people appear to be around the age of twenty, and I feellike we are all in the same age group. I’ve become male, and naked, and this establishes further that I am dreaming. I’m standing in the middleof all these people and as I approach close to one of the guys he opens hismouth and leans forward, as if he is about to suck me off. I’m definitelytempted by his advance.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Instead of engaging in anything with the guy I walk overtowards a young woman with dark hair sitting on my bed. My bedroom has becomepart of the living room, and the woman is wagging her finger at me, urging meto come over to her. She is dressed in a white, cottony skirt, and a dark top,and she is plenty eager to be with me, so much so that she leans back and putsher legs in the air. I already know what’s going to happen next so her behavioris not surprising.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I kneel down between her legs and begin licking her pussy,feeling quite aroused and excited at the chance to have sex. It has been a longtime since I have been with a woman in this manner, and I demonstrate this withmy eagerness as I bury my face in her. Behind me the naked people start gettingup, realizing that I have settled on being with this woman instead of them, andthey are no longer needed. They walk quietly out of the house, right out thefront door, still naked as though that was how they arrived, discarded justlike the porn on the computer.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I stand up and the woman rolls over, exposing her backsideto me. I have a nice clear shot of her asshole, and I bring my penis up to her.She’s tight, and penetrating her isn’t perfectly easy, but I manage it and shefeels good pushing back against me. I’m having the best dream and this is whenmy feet start to slip on the carpet, almost costing me my lucidity. I have to scrambleto maintain my position, but I recover quickly and continue having sex withher. Her body is warm and soft, and despite not knowing her at all I amthoroughly enjoying myself, and plans for later start forming in my mind.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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