Here be dragons

I'm in a house. It's vry modern, with white walls and honey colored wood flooring, shining. I'm standing at the foot of the staircase, and I can see outside from a long, low window that goes all the way across the wall. to my right there's an open kitchen, in grey, slightly textured resin and shiny chrome, with a black marble counter top and thin, spinnery furniture made out of a gray, dull metal. The kitchen open in the living room, but I can only see part of it; it seem that the house is shaped like an L around a garden. I can make out the corner of a table with a frosted glass top, and part of a white woolly rug. Light is everywhere, spot cleverly hidden along the walls, sun coming from the widows in the wall and in the roof. I need to get out, but Where there should be a front door, the wall is whole. I turn around and start climbing the stairs. There are slowing curling on themself, and lined with potted plants. The ceiling is getting lower and lower, and there's no wall on my left, until I reach the top of the stairs. There's a lot of potted plants here, in the bring sun, and the stairs end in a sort of floorless gazebo.

I can climb out of it, and after a short walk on a wooden beam, I enter an attic with greenhouse walls and a low wooden bench running along them. There's someone here, laying down under a nest of blankets. It's warm but no stuffy in the attic, and the sun and shadows are ideal, making it incredibly relaxing. I tiptoes in, trying no to disturb the sleeper, but he slowly raise on his elbows. He's slim and dark haired, and looks almost cartoony sleepy. I get closer and he shapeshifts, his hair lightening to a silvery blond, his bland face filling with intent. He moves, getting the shadows on his face. I recognize him and stop just shy of reaching the nest of blankets. He smiles and sit up, letting the blankets falls off his laps and showing me that he's naked underneath.

Spoiler for more nudity after the cut...:

And more and more happy to see me. The whole situation makes me laugh and his smile gets larger and larger, like the Chester Cat. I never saw his penis before, and I'm suprised that he's uncut. as I think it the foreskin disappears. As he's longing here, barely moving and smiling, he make me think of a big cat, relaxed and sated, at least for now. I get a little closer to him and sit on the blankets, slightly weirded out but more or less trusting him not to jump me. He stretchs out and take my hand to warp it around his shaft. I pull away, staring at him with disbelief. He laughs, completly silent, and runs his hand on my arms as if to soothes me. I roll my eyes and he suddently grabs me, pulling me in so I'm sitting in his lap. His skin is colder that the room, but not by much; I can feel his sex under my clothes. I push away as he switches his hold from my waist to my wrists and I'm sitting on his thighs. He's still smiling and tilts his head to the side, obviously questioning my reaction. I stop struggling and let him pulls me closer again. I put my hands on his shoulders and he looks almost wondering. After a couple of seconds his face turn predatory, with a strange, playful edge, and his hold my waist with one arm before slipping the other under my dress, pulling my panties aside and helping himself inside me. It's very intense but not overhelming, and after a few seconds it's almost confortable, mostly because neiher of us is moving. He settles himself back on the blankets without letting go my waist, and when I start to thnk I will simply get up and leave, he uses his hand to get me off until overstimulation hits me and I struggle away from him, flailing and unable to stand up. He's laughing again, and I can see my own wetness on his still erect penis. He can't help himself it seem.

But in a way, I get it. He's like a green man, a embodiment of sexual energy. I could call him Eros, but I think I can go without gining him a name; he doesn't need one.

This is going to be a long entry!

First dream: Can't teach a fish how to swim

I'm swimming in a river contained in a cemented canal, on the insistance of my cousin. It's sunny and a little windy, but the water is really murky and the few reeds growing in the cement crack are gnarly and sickly. Luckily for me, the water around me is a litle lest disrty and I can see a little through it; my cousin wears a dark blue one piece bathing suit and is coated with grim, save fore her hair and face. She looks like she used to a few years back, when she wore her hairs shoulder lenght and parted in the middle, with blonde highlights. We reach a platform with metallic stairs, there is a group of men here, calling us and reaching out. I grab the railing of the stairs and pull myself out of the water, with a little help. The air is hot and dry; even the strong wind is hot and I can feel my skin dry in seconds. I walk up the stairs to get out of the canal, we're in the middle of a large, dirt and sand plain with nothing in sight but the canal. My cousin doesn't want to get out, and she find the current in the middle of the river and swims with is away from us.

I woke up and did a WBTB, reading stuff and nagging Eli for around twenty minutes

secon dream: Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers/Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters

I'm walking around town with my family, it's even late dusk or early evening, the street lamps are lit but still there is some sunlight, that grey light that stay around after the sun itself has desappear. It's a pretty town, with old stones houses in terraces and stone paved road; it's clean and pretty touristic, even with the aerial electric line crisscrossing the sky overhead. I lag a little behind and tell myself Eli should be here. He walks up to my side and I realise I'm dreaming.
I smile to him and he wraps his arm around my waist with a smile of his own. We walk a little and he asks me if I want to do anything in particular. I snuggle against him, drawning a blank, until suddently I remember one of my objective: finding my animal totem. I grab Eli hand and excitedly tell him that I want my animal totem. He let me drag him around town and we find a small place with a little gathering of animals under a street lamps. I walk to them and ask which one is my totem animal. A giant, soft gray wolf wearing another wolf skin of the same color like a coat, with the other wolf head half covering her own, comes to sit in front of me. She have light gold eyes and dark gray nose, and a very pink tongue. She's a little on the gangly side, and her paws look almost oversized.* Her head is larger that a average wolf, with more slanted eyes. She makes me thing of a fox in disguise, but I still think of her as a wolf. I ask her her name, and she remains silent, staring intendly at me. I pet her head and scratch gently her neck, asking her name again. She shakes her head, making the wolf fur on her back slips a little, and give me a gentle headbutt. I ask her a third time, and I hear inside my head a feminine voice, ringing like a silver bell, telling me "Name me!" I'm startled and let go of the dream.

*Eli think it looked like a puppy. A puppy the size of a small pony.

Third dream: Seven days to live

I'm controling a man in a zombie apocalypse. The air is gray and yellow, he is in a urban environement with broken up road and falled buildings. I feel the controller in my hand, and it's like I'm overing over his shoulder. I know through story exposition that this apocalypse come from an airborn virus, and that some people like the man I'm controling are unaffected by it. I use the bumpers to have him jump through windows and fight of the infected. They aren't very resistant, and their skin tear like paper under the blow, letting their muscles fall out with lymph rather that blood. In fact, there's very little blood, maybe a couple of small scratchs on my character, as a way to let the payer know that their life is slightly depleted. I make him jump inside a dirty white bus and I fuse with him, and I'm the charater as myself.
This bus is going to a safe place with people immune to the virus, but we're aren't sure that all of us are really immune, and the atmosphere is tense. We keep the doors and windows as closed as possible; only people that proved that they were immune are allowed to get out. The bus have being gutted and the chairs remplaced by diner chairs painted white, with a backrest shaped like a giant echec piece, a knight. At first it's full, but after a couple of stop some chairs are empty. I walk trought the bus and see my cousin again, pouting, and a very old friend being pissy about having to stay inside the bus. I get out and go to speak with the driver, who show me that the bus is being fitted on rails to be able to travel through a very steep fall and up, like a roller coaster. I get vertigo looking at the fall and go back inside the bus, wondering if sitting in front will make is worse or better. I decide to sit in the back and my pissy friend is less pissy, and let me sit next to him.

My mother is home to help me move in on campus and woke me up this morning going on errand. I was wide awake, but my body felt hot and heavy, almost prickly with sleep. I rolled on my back, went through my lucidity check-list and back to sleep.

I'm dreaming, but not really involved, I feel like I'm floating close to my body. I walk across my house to my mother bedroom and idle a little there, wondering. Then I walk in her closet and close the door behind me. I'm trapped between her clothes and the door, but I can reach the side. I feel my way up the wall, I can't see a thing but I feel the clothes against my back and my breath pushed back to me by the closed door. I find a switch and hit it. The whole closet shake, then I feel it going down like a lift.

Now I'm interested. The doors slide open and I get out in a brightly illuminated room, the floor is linoneum and the walls painted white. There are at least three other lifts, with steel doors. No windows, I'm underground. There is a small group of people in this room, all around twenty and casualy dressed. Some of them carry backpacks, and I remember the underground rooms of my highschool. They're start to walk out, and I follow. The floor has a gentle slope upward, and we reach a double open door going outside. This place is a gigantic highschool I dreamed of before. Today it's daytime and overcast. The grassy area are neatly cut, the paths are carefully gravelled and the cement between them painted white. I know that if I turn around, I could see the impossibly tall buildings, with big, round windows half covered by wavy adornements, steel painted white; if I look on my left, I could see the topiary. But the DC keep walking. One of them is standing out from the group: He isn't anonymous, a faceless form here to be set dressing. He wears the face of someone I dislike: a brown haired, fair skined, slightly overweight young man that used to go out with one of my friend before cheating one here with a coworker. Still, he is different. I follow his along the path, and as he walks I wonder.
I lag behind, and he meet up with other men around a cart; at least three of them are gardeners, the last one is crouching a little on the side, his face away from me. I stare at him a feeling of familiarity growning.
"Eli!"
I call him out and he look up and smile. His hair are a little longer, he is less groomed that usual, but he stand up and I run to him with wings on my heels. I jump in his arms and he hold me tight. I scramble to wrap my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck; he hold my waist and my hips to keep me here. He is warm and feel solid and real. He bury his face in my hair and I almost feel him smile. I laugh and marvel at the feeling of the hair on the nape of his neck against my hand, of his light stubble against my cheek. I twist around to look at the DC that lead me here and jockingly tell him that he has a lousy taste in face. He laughs and tilt his head down, his face growing briefly pointed and almost goat-like, with strongly slanted eybrows and weird pointed strands of hair on each side of his head. He throw his head back and it's back to what it was before, but not exactly; there's something lurking there, a intelligence and some humor. He asked me: "How it is with ten more years?"
He do look older, but Still. I laugh, still clinging to Eli. Eli laugh to, and walk backward. I squee and he let go of my waist to slip both his hand under my thights. I push us away from the trashcan he was walking us to with my right foot, and see that I'm wearing cute black suede shoes with my black thigh-highs.

My mother come back home, waking me up again. I woke up still giggly and happy, Eli delighted.
I wonder who, or what was this DC. And why he wore this face, obviously like a mask...