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12-01-2012 -- I'm running across town with Rosemary, Cheryl, and the kids, heading for Wet 'n Wild or some such place. It is the end of November or the beginning of December, and at one point we are even running through snow, but we're all in bathing suits. We're carrying a Slip 'n Slide of all things, planning to ride it down the slides to make them slide better, except eventually the kids forget about it, so I have to wrap it up and half-carry, half-drag it.

The water park is one that is very close to what I've been dreaming about the last few years, not like the ones I dreamed about decades ago, and I think it is a Disney water park, though perhaps not based on a real one. Cheryl has gotten quite a bit ahead of us, the kids are more or less with me, and Rosemary has fallen behind as we reach the place. Cheryl has already run through and paid, and we come running up, explaining we're with her. There's no problem with the kids, but me they aren't sure of. Before it can become a problem, however, the guy questioning me has disappeared, and we're inside.

We have to pass the main pool area to reach the locker areas, and the beginnings of the paths up to the water slides. There is no firm division between the male and female portions of the locker rooms, so people are just changing everywhere, and I am a little shy, but am trying to look without looking at some attractive ladies, but it doesn't yet register that this is dream stuff.

I'm heading up through the almost empty lines because we're so close to winter, until I come to the lowest of the water slides. This thing only seems to have a single loop to the slide before it drops into the water ... and when I try to ride it, the dream even skips most of that, and just drops me into the pool at the end, but it is still fun. I go up again, and slide back down again, and in the dream I am having fun, but looking back, it wasn't all that special.

At one point the slides are turning more into a log ride, and I am riding it without one of the logs, as usual. There also seems to be some guy threatening me, but I am trying to ignore him. Soon things are turning back into regular water slides.

There is some lightening and thunder, and some rain that is getting heavier and heavier, and rumors of possible flooding. I'm surprised the place is still open. Cheryl is in front of me in the lines, and disappears into the crowds, but them comes back for me. "Come on, come on," she's calling out, urging one of the kids to catch up to her, just before one of the sets of switch-backs in the lines. The kid cuts through a narrow area between the wall and the lines, but I look at it, and there is no way I'm going to have a chance to fit.

Finally I decide to give up on it, and just turn around to exit the line, but the crowds keep growing, and now I am having to kind of push my way through them even to get out. I make my way back to the locker room, and it is still sort of combined. I am glancing around to see if I can see anything nice, but I can't. Too bad, I'm thinking to myself. If I could see a little female nudity here, I would know I'm dreaming. [Conveniently forgetting the nudity I saw earlier, passing through.]

Turns out somebody got hurt, so the line quit going forward, which is why it is now backing up so quickly. There are sirens, and the paramedics are coming through with stretchers, trying to reach the person who got hurt. They push their way deeper and deeper through the crowds. Meanwhile, I am on the outermost portion of the line, and I find myself standing by a stretcher, watching it for them. The crowds are so thick, the paramedics end up passing the girl through the air over people's heads, with the crowds helping out. It seems to be a bit of a cross between Amy F. from high school, and somebody in a badly sewn Catwoman costume.

I help to position her on the stretcher, and start to move her out, figuring the paramedics will catch up with us soon, but somehow I accidentally drop her on a weird sort of elevator going back up into the ride. Darn! I wait, knowing somebody will bring her back out again, soon. There are people that I actually know in the line ... Bud DeVries from Cadets, and a couple of people from high school (including a person who was a punk in the past, but has since apologized for it, who I am being kind of snotty to).

The girl is being passed back my way, and by this point is a completely random dream character. Somehow I have now come to realize I am dreaming, so I am planning to heal the girl with a touch, and then have a little bit of naughty dream fun with her. But as she is passed nearer and nearer to me, she slowly disappears. "No big deal," I think. "I'll just find another girl to have some fun with."

I'm just starting to look for one when I run into Kevin. Unlike usual, I am actually thinking it is a good thing that his brother Dale isn't around, because I know he wouldn't approve of what I have planned. I glance up at the boat I am leaning against, and darn it, there is Dale, dressed in Runescape-like fishing gear, and fishing from the boat. I'm really disappointed because he is really straight-laced, and won't approve of me having the kind of fun I'm thinking of, even in a dream!

11-15-2012 -- Anything earlier than this is gone. I am standing in a room somewhere, receiving a phone call. Unfortunately, I barely hear the person, and they can barely hear me. Friends in the room are trying to talk to me at the same time, and this just makes it worse. I know it is probably just a collection call to the wrong person, but to try and manage to hear the call, I duck into a public restroom. [Really, almost 95% of the calls I get on my phone are wrong numbers of people trying to get money out of the person who had my phone number before I did. Annoying.]

Anyway, even in the restroom, I am having problems hearing the person on the phone, and one of my friends follows me into the restroom to continue talking to me, anyway. But the odd thing is, as I'm trying to chase him off so I can hear, more and more ladies keep walking into the restroom, even though it is a men's room. It is also getting larger and larger, and is turning into a men's locker room, rather than just a bathroom. But I guess the ladies is closed, and they want to use it bad enough to share it.

So I'm slowly walking forward, trying to see what I can as all these ladies start changing clothes, without be obvious or obnoxious about it, when I come across a couple of big, muscle-bound rugged looking guys who are really coming on to one nice-figured brunette. Soon it is just one guy, and his hands are all over her. She doesn't seem to have any problem with this. I am just a couple feet away at this point, but they don't notice me. Somehow I have turned invisible.

Spoiler for Sex:

I decide if I am invisible, I may as well have some fun. I drop to my knees behind this gal as she is kissing the guy, and reach my hands under her very short mini skirt and pull down her panties, then start kissing her backside, and eating her out, just a little. She can't see me, so she assumes I am somehow the guy she is kissing, and she starts moaning and writhing around a bit.

Eventually I've got my organ free, and slide it into her. She is soon riding on top of me, writhing around like crazy and slamming herself up and down on me, moaning and groaning like crazy. I'm still invisible, so the guy doesn't have any idea what she's doing, and is really getting a little freaked out by it. But he is a guy, so he decides if she is going to go nuts, he's going to get something out of it. He pulls out his organ and sticks it in her mouth for a blow job.

We continue this for a while, and it is quite pleasant and enjoyable, then she starts begging me to put it up her butt. She stands up and so do I. I bend her over, push her mini well up over her hips, and spread her cheeks for a good view of what I have to work with, before I start to push it up her tight butt hole, her still moaning like she has been ever since I got started here. I think the other guy is still getting his blow job. Very pleasant dream.

10-19-2012 -- [Weird, disjointed, all over the place.] I find myself at a place which ought to be my house, but instead it feels like a place where I am just visiting for a few minutes. Oddly enough I am watching TV laying on a bed in this house that isn't mine. On the way here, I saw what looked like Cocoa (a cat I had some 30 years ago) and called it over and it came to me, so it probably was. I brought it and another cat, a black one (but thicker than Black Lightning) with me to this house that isn't mine, but where I am still laying on a bed watching TV.

Somehow it turns to listening to some sort of radio broadcast or something, though still on the same system, and then I end up scratching a record (or perhaps a CD) while trying to switch out which one was playing on the old fashioned turntable. Somebody is asking about the cat, and I explain it is mine, and I will take it with me when I leave.

Somehow I soon find myself in a locker room after either a gym class, or using a gym. For some reason we are using the ladies locker room because they told us to, something with scheduling, but now a bunch of ladies are supposed to be coming in, so I am changing clothes really slowly, waiting around and hoping to see something. But for the longest time we're the only ones here, and when I finally spot a lady on the other side of the locker room, she's already changed into her exercise outfit and is leaving. Darn!

Soon I find I am walking through an area somewhere at Disney World, heading for a meeting with Keith T. and Happy. I pass some guy playing really badly on a guitar, and am not impressed with the song he has written, though Keith raves about the guy. I get into the restaurant where I am meeting with Keith, only to find he is here to talk about and introduce me to a guy who he says was around the Adventurers Club as much as I was, but disagrees with every opinion I have about the place.

I think that makes him an idiot, because I loved the place, and if he disagrees with me about everything, he hates the place, but still hung out there several hours a night, seven days a week. Surely a sure sign of an idiot. Anyway, the location keeps flashing back and forth between this restaurant and the Club, itself, as we're either talking about things or watching actual shows at the Club.

Keith is talking excitedly about the mask with the eyes that move, and wondering how he missed it, and I point out that I showed him that mask a couple of times, and he must have a bad memory or something. He also shows me video footage of one of the peacock statues around the main salon playing some sort of card game with it's beak, and I have to admit I had never seen one of them do that.

This other big fan who actually hated the place is there, and talking about people simulating sex in the main salon with their clothes on, and even going as far as to demonstrate, while insulting me and telling me I would never notice, because nobody would want to do that with me, anyway. What a jerk.

Anyway, by this time Keith is about to leave, and is gathering up some kind of weird contact lenses that he has kind of 'built' for some black thug who is supposed to be paying him well for them, except I look in a mirror and see the black thug entering the restaurant behind us, and preparing to kill Keith and just take them. I tell Keith to run, and he doesn't get it, so I think there is a good chance he gets it.

And suddenly I find myself at home, waiting to use the restroom so I can take a shower, when a bunch of young ladies who shouldn't be here keep using the restroom, instead. One of them leaves the door open, and I manage to catch sight of one not too impressive chest before she closes the door.

Random dream, all over the place, and not much storyline.