Castle Tour I'm touring a castle that's been converted into a museum. There are some blue stairs half-covered in sand and the lighting tends to be pretty low. I talk to a friend of my sister's about her technique of falling asleep by "rapture" (which is her word for "orgasm"). Later, we're sitting in a room and there's a cat. Cleverly, I trick the cat into falling on its side in that cute way they sometimes do.
Privacy I'm walking to a party in my dorm. There are these two girls following me; first-years, I think. They seem kind of giggly, possibly drunk. I'm not sure what they're up to, and I don't think I want to find out. I speed up my steps to get to the party before they can catch up to me. I stay at the party for a while, then leave. I'm only a few steps down the hallway when one of the girls follows me out. Just one, this time. I'm not able to find a group of people in which to hide, so she catches up to me. She proposes that we have sex. [I don't remember the exact wording, but that's the gist of it: she's in the mood to have fun, somehow I caught her eye, and she thinks we should do it.] Immediately, I feel that I should escape. She doesn't really seem in control of herself, she's probably at least two years younger than me, and I really don't want my first time to be under these circumstances. I go into a different room, but she follows me, still talking. "How drunk /are/ you?" I ask. In response, she proposes a race: first person to touch the ceiling of the room wins, then we can have sex afterwards. While I'm contemplating whether to do the race just to humor her, she starts climbing. The room is a big warehouse, with shelves and piles of foam cubes of various sizes. It would be a difficult thing to climb, but it might be fun. After hesitating another fraction of a second, I start up after her. She has a huge head start. I'll have to go fast to catch up, but she's drunk enough that I might still win. Quickly, I clamber over piles of cubes and stumble around on top. She's up ahead of me. She hasn't reached the highest point yet, but for some reason she's stopped, and she's trying to jump to touch the ceiling instead of climbing higher. I run past her and touch the ceiling an instant before one of her jumps finally succeeds. I'm dumbfounded for a second about how well that played out. It was almost cinematic. "Wow, that was close," I say. By now, I've decided that I should stop being so phobic about sex. I should just accept her offer so I can stop making such a big deal out of it in the future. So now I have to find a comfortable, private place for us. The first place we try is an outdoor swimming pool. I wade around for a bit while she runs off to do something or other. I'm not wearing a shirt anymore. When she comes back, she walks right up to me with a grin and starts feeling my torso. This girl is nothing if not forward. I'm reluctant to let her find out that I've gone hard, but it might be interesting to see how she'd react. Probably she'd start groping me. But somehow this pool is unsatisfactory (for one thing, there's a poolside restaurant with big windows that look right out at us), so we leave. We go into a nearby museum. It's basically empty. There are a few security staff members around, locking things up for the night. We avoid them and go to a higher floor. But then a man sees me and says, "Sir, we're closing for the night." I have no choice but to turn around and leave, but in the spirit of exploration I decide to leave a different way than the way I came in: the fire escape. Hopefully the guard will understand. As I'm leaving, he remarks incredulously, "Wow, you're comfortable from the waist up!" By which he means that I'm again not wearing a shirt. I'd forgotten. Somehow I laugh it off and walk down the iron staircase to the sidewalk. As I'm walking down the night-darkened streets, suddenly there is a violent male scream and my head starts vibrating as though caught in the jaws of an angry dog. After a second of this, I wake up with my heart racing. [Similar things happened on 8/22 and 9/14 of this year. I'm not sure what to think about them, yet. Maybe I have some kind of condition?] Frags: something about relatives [I know I woke up earlier last night right after a dream, but I decided not to write it down or try to remember it. I guess I was tired.]
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