non-lucid

06-19-2013 -- [This may have all been one dream or two or three that kind of flowed together. Either way, it works, so I am listing it as one dream.] I am in Buena Park near the mall, trying to walk to McDonald's to get some food, and mom is here catching a bus, so I just stop to kind of say hello. Unfortunately, there are a lot of people here, and when the bus stops, I am caught up in the crowd and kind of forced aboard. I don't have quite enough money for the fare and am afraid of getting in trouble, but the bus driver doesn't even seem to notice, and isn't worried about it.

I end up standing at the front of the bus, holding on to the railing and talking to the driver, though I am afraid he is going to be mad at the distraction. But he is explaining how they now routinely have security people on the bus watching everything else, so all the driver has to worry about is driving, and he can manage to talk to the passengers easily enough. I'm just kind of soaking it all in, learning what I can since I will soon be a bus driver myself. We just drive along, talking, though in the back of my mind I know I need to get off the bus soon, since I never planned to get on in the first place.

But somehow at some point the driver changes, and it is now a kind of large black woman (think Ros from Night Court or thereabouts) who is very late on the route, (like an hour or more) and is really stressing out about it. She has been ordered to just drive as fast as she can without stopping to let passengers on or off, so she can catch up with the route, which means I'm not able to get off the bus for quite a while. She finally makes it to Bolsa (which IIRC was actually out toward the beach, but in the dream is somewhere down near the Mall of Orange), which has her back on schedule, and we're finally able to exit, but she seems to take great joy in telling me there are no McDonald's in the area to eat at.

So I get off the bus, and find myself wondering how I am ever going to get back to Orlando, especially since I am in Washington or one of the Carolinas (no idea how, dream switch) but I find myself standing outside a fenced in back yard and listening to voices I recognize. Turns out I have found myself standing outside the back yard of the Kingslands. I can hear Chyanne and Cheryl talking, and soon Chy's mom appears and is walking toward me to let me into he back yard. Oddly enough, there seems to be no house, but she leads me down a ladder or some stairs into what almost seems to be a sort of storm cellar, which is where they live, now.

There are several puppies around, jumping all over people and licking them, and part of the discussion is about how they just got the kids backs (somehow in the dream they were taken away for a while, because of the overcrowding in the cellar, but it seems the issue was eventually resolved), and so they are running around, too. Chy is talking about how it happened because they were put under some sort of curse, and she is preparing a ritual to break the curse. It requires building a fire in the fire place with 42 sticks, and I am helping to put the sticks into the fireplace. I've just got the last of the 42 in there when Shane (is that right? Been a while) comes up with more sticks trying to add them. I try to stop him, but Chy explains there needs to be at least 42 sticks, but more will not hurt.

After that is finished, Chyanne and Cheryl are getting ready to go to work, and they work as seers, trying to tell the future for folks. But they are being sent to work in a small desert community, an area very different from where they usually work. As they are getting ready, Joel arrives home, and he is complaining about how his work has been forcing him to work next to a shoe store for the last few days, and today he almost caved in and went binge shoe shopping, an addiction he has been fighting against, as it caused their last bankruptcy. We're trying to convince him he doesn't need hundreds of fancy pairs of shoes. Leave that for the women.

So soon we're off at the desert, where the seers are somehow trying to stop and capture a gang of crooks. The whole thing is turning into a live version of Runescape, and this is part of a quest involving a lost desert that is separate from the Kharidian desert. We have to capture these thugs and take them back to the Kharidian desert, where we'll help set up a new 'gang' to challenge the current ones in the desert. It seems kind of like a human version of the See No Evil quest, where you reestablish monkeys in the desert. I can remember bits of the sawmill Runescape dream I had, and I think that quest somehow helped lead to this one. I've already done these, but I am glad to help my friends in completing these quests as well.

Oddly enough, the person who is going to lead this new gang is John Barrowman, who is a new Runescape player, though he hopes to advance well in the game. But oddly, he took the acting job of leading this gang without realizing it was part of a Runescape quest, so I get to explain it to him. He's been given a script to work with, and I am glancing at it, and it is actually a sort of a Runescape encyclopedia, about three inches thick, filled with hundreds of pages of small print, explaining the entire history, content, and future plans for the desert storylines in Runescape.

There are two vans that are going to be used to transport the newly caught thugs back to the main desert, and John is driving one of them. Somebody from the Buena Park First Church of the Nazarene is driving the second one, and as we are getting ready to drive off, my friend Dale walks up. He explains he has been hired to be the 'security' person to keep an eye on the passengers for this trip. He also doesn't realize that this is all part of a Runescape quest, and I don't have the chance to tell him before we begin the trip.

So we're driving back to the main desert (or perhaps the Church in Buena Park, not sure which), and about halfway through the trip, Dale joins me in our van. He also has the big, thick encyclopedia, but he hasn't had any chance to read it. I am explaining how this is all a Runescape quest to both him and John Barrowman, and trying to get them ready for what is coming. I've been poking around in the thing, and realize that this quest will lead directly into the wonderful quest that I dreamed about a few months ago, that involve setting up the new gang, and in the process, infiltrating a temple in the desert, dedicated to sexual adventures. (That was a very pleasant dream, though I don't know if it ever got posted.) I'm thinking to myself that John will greatly enjoy that quest, and also probably be very popular in it, but I am wondering how much Dale is not going to like possibly being involved in the one and only x-rated Runescape quest.

We're nearly there (at the corner of Orangethorpe and Stanton, I think) when we have a blowout on the vehicle we're driving, and John pulls us into a service station where they can change the tire. The vehicle we're driving has changed from a van to either a bus or a big rig (or possibly one of those odd buses that is a big rig) and the thing is being jacked up very high to work on it. Oddly, though the blown tire is removed easily, getting the replacement tire on the rim seems to involve having all the new thugs hold the tire against the rim, and then run it as hard and as fast as they can against a wall, trying to force the tire onto the rim. Very odd method of trying to do it.

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06-19-2013 -- [Almost forgot this one, then it popped back into mind.] I find myself at Fullerton College in the 500 building, in a very weird situation. It is half college, half high school. I am both attending the school as a student, and getting ready to do some teaching. Outside the building, I run into Julie Davey, my journalism professor, and she is both attending as a student and teaching as well.

Part of the high school thing is a daily class schedule, as opposed to the M-W-F and T-Th style schedules, and there is a math class that is first period, and I am hoping to make it on time and manage to pass the class for once, but almost immediately, I find myself with Julie as she is about to lead us in to a tour of the remodeled Hornet Newspaper office (I've dreampt of the remodeling several times, recently), except I look away for a moment and have fallen way behind, as she leads new students through different parts of the tour.

I am standing by Julie's office, while she is down the hall showing off the basic journalism classroom (518, was it?), before she comes back to the Hornet office (which is the expanded room 512). Though the main room of the Hornet is about the same size as always, the small rooms all have doors and are much larger than they used to be. Julie's office is also much larger. So somehow I am almost more of a visitor than part of the newspaper staff, and I don't know most of the staff, as it seems to be a new generation, but I am still hoping to end up doing some stories and full-page spreads, as I just kind of wander around the rooms.

Comment: Stuff has been piling up and I just don't have enough time to properly journal, so here is a summary of the notable things during the last few days.

Sleep quality: I guess the caffeine frenzy of last week is taking it's toll and as I have been very sleepy in the last few days, to the point where I just can't do a proper WBTB

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Date: 16 June

pre bed: brain multivits

The key words never made it to a proper journal entry. This is the second time I take those multivits, they have increased vividness, and added some unpleasant dreams and aggressive DC behavior, similar to last time I took them but a bit less emotional. I also had a guest related FA with unpleasant contents, after I was woken up by guest that came for the weekend.

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Date: 17 June

pre bed: SJW

WBTB: p.oil capsules, 1/2 latte

Pre wbtb dream1: From the notes "Obe" and some other word I can't read. I checked with my feelings, and I get nothing. It is very unlikely that this was Obe/lucid, so this doesn't qualify even as suspicious.

Fragment2: I am looking through the HI lights but they are in the dream. I am able to see some events form in the lights/fog and conclude that I have developed special abilities irl.

WBTB: I was very sleepy and spent less that the desired time out of bed, so couldn't quite wake myself up. Fell asleep too fast.

Dream3: This dream was very long and vivid. I am first in some kind of bar talking to an interesting (in a non-sexual way) DC, that resembles a friend of mine, but he turns out gay and doesn't want to pay me any attention after the truth about him comes out? It is the middle of the night so I head home in some unknown city, have a difficult time finding my way back, but conclude it is because I am drunk.

I keep on roaming these unfamiliar streets, trying to find some transportation when I run into an old friend of mine. We have a very realistic conversation, and it feels like I am talking to the real person. It is quite late but he invites me to join them in another place where we can continue drinking. I look at my phone, that looks quite normal to see what time it is. Me and old friend are going to someplace but end up instead in the house of a female DC that starts seducing my friend. I try to leave the place and get my friend out of there.

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Date: 18 June

Comments: I was sleeping very heavily again, got short-ld that I count as micro ld just before final wake

Mini-ld: I find myself in a room attracted to an unpleasant male DC. This looks very suspicious and I realize this is a dream. Unfortunately my impulses are stronger than me and I still decide to go ahead after doing a RC and taking some precautionary measures.

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Date: 19 June

Comments: decided to take a break from journaling, WBTB, etc.

Dream quality and recall: vivid, recall of the last dreams was good

Dream1 micro -ld: I am on the street and lucid. Something that I hold in my hand draws my attention, it is a spherical object, the size of a tenis-ball. Didn't have much chance to look at it because this thing although a hard object is actually alive and somewhat aggressive, so I grasp with with all force, trying to move my hand and just throw it away. This is not possible because the object is very strong and has gravitational heaviness. I think I wake up after some struggle, then fall back to sleep.

Dream2: interesting story about some girl

Dream3: long vivid dream of me in some city

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Progress with goals as the 19th morning:

- Do 100 RCs (23/100)
- notice real life DS 100 times and RC (19/100)
- 10 proper WBTB attempts -> days (8/10)
- 10 morning RCs (6/10)
- 2 proper WILD attempts (1/2)
- task flexibility
- journal flexibility

LDs: 12 (official count)
micro-lds: 7 (not counted)
suspicious events: 3 (not counted)

Date: 15 June

Total sleep time: 6hrs<

Fragment1: I am sure this was lucid. Had the impression of an interesting dream that I was witnessing, the only visual I remember is some golden object. (category suspicious)

Fragment2: My friend who is not in this world anymore is alive in the dream. I get confused, accept that this is true state of things and wonder why do I always dream that she died? I decide not to tell her about it.

WBTB: 1/2 latte, lecithin and B-complex, trouble falling asleep

micro-WILD: I finally fall asleep and a scene begins to form around me. I am in my hometown, on one of the main streets. I appear in front of a guy that looks like an old friend of mine a bit. I try to stabilize and move my hands to grab the guy, but it doesn't quite work. The dream has no sound and is very unstable, I feel it slipping away. As I am going slowly back to the void/bed, I notice that voices can be heard. They sound very similar to voices of from a mystery type of ghost movie, I find them fascinating.

Recalled the dream and had some unconscious sleep, woke up and couldn't sleep anymore.

Not included in off. count

Dream recall from today's nap, due to chat distractions went to nap later than usual and managed to still get lucid.
Didn't remembered much waking life memory though.

I am randomly walking around my room, thinking about something, then i suddenly have the feeling of dream, i go to balcony, rub hands, jump off, and start flying, i feel wings. There are alot of DCs, much more than usual, walking around the wide street, i fly around some of them and shove them to the side, then i fly above the street and think about summoning something as i fly around the corner of the street, then after a while dream fades out.

Morning of June 19, 2013. Wednesday.



This is a long convoluted dream with the main theme being the Rapture (as in being lifted or teleported into Heaven, which some Christians apparently believe). It combines humor, movie-like scenarios, and erratic confusion of words and ideas that only a dream can hopelessly distort so thoroughly, yet which still leaves an overall good feeling, as it colored my mood in a very cheerful way.

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Firstly, I find out about and focus on a few ideas I had not known or at least not thought about much before. In my dream, the “Rapture” is called, or related to, the “Prodigy”. In my dream, I look up the word “prodigy” (liminally recalling it has nothing to do with anything ominous), but find a wrong meaning in two different dictionaries. One entry reads as “Of or relating to the time period from ages 8 to 8 years”. Another entry in a different dictionary reads as “8-8”. So, “prodigy” supposedly only means an eight-year-old child in my dream (and for some reason, I know it means a boy only). It is amusing that the one age was unnecessarily shown as a span.

On an important side note, even though I was certain that the word “prodigy” was only associated with a child with a special talent, I looked it up and found another (apparently no longer used) meaning being “something regarded as of prophetic significance”, something I did not consciously know or remember, so this is possibly postcognitive, though I might have seen this meaning before and not remembered.

There is also some nonsense with a different word; “accolade” (associated with “livestock accolade”, which I have not heard before in real life). According to my dream, this is when God will lift up sheep, horses, cows, and other domestic farm animals into the sky during the animal part of the Rapture, before he gathers the humans.

In my dream, my wife Zsuzsanna is still a child, though has a flock of sheep in Nimbin on a large area of farmland. She has something written in red on her left heel, which may be “prodigy” or “rapture” or possibly another word (though reading in dreams typically results in the letters or words changing when looking at them again). When her sheep are lifted into the sky and they vanish into the clouds, she seems concerned, as her family seems angry at her for having “lost” them. However, a short time later, people witness cows being “Raptured” - or make that, only one cow, with great difficulty. Although some of the other cows are lifted by the invisible force and hover a bit, they are soon all dropped but one. The baffled people look on as the one cow swirls around seemingly experiencing a fair amount of stress and never does make it up into the clouds. So much for the Cow Rapture. People, even the religious ones in the fields, start looking a bit concerned as if they do not quite know what they are in for and some even sneak out of the area.

There is another scene where I am in a large van in Nimbin with young Zsuzsanna and her family (and her family’s friends). (I am not sure if it is the one her mother painted dolphins on, but it may be.) I am the only one being “Raptured” at the time for some reason (perhaps because I am from the future as I now begin to contemplate as such), and people are asking me, if I come back from the Rapture, to tell them what happened.

However, as I am inside the van, its ceiling seems to be made of “frozen rain clouds”. I keep rising up, crashing through the ice of the frozen clouds, and going back down a short distance as I hover a bit, and each time, large amounts of cold water fall down upon me and the others inside the van, releasing the “rain” in larger, more compact streams. This continues for what seems a long time. I am facing downward with my arms out a bit, and after time passes, it feels more and more exhilarating, with an extremely vivid and wonderful sense of weight and momentum and cooler temperature of the kind I very much enjoy on a hot day. I start to wonder if I will eventually go out through the roof of the van or if all the “rainwater” will eventually be released from out of the doors of the van (though there is no indication of water rising inside the van). As I float up and down, I hit the ice at various levels of strength each time. At this point, it feels somewhat like a standard flying dream, not nearly as unfettered yet more thrilling in some ways. It continues until I slowly wake, feeling rejuvenated.

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(Of course, this is a vestibular system correlation waking process as is typical of many of my dreams; an average of more than one per sleep cycle, in fact. The van is an autosymbolic extension of my physical body as singular vehicles usually are. Concerning the flying cows, there was possibly influence from the flying cow scenes in “Twister” and “The Wizard of Oz”, and possibly even influence from the nursery rhyme line, “the cow jumped over the moon”, as there seemed to be influence from “Little Bo Peep” as well.)

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Morning of June 19, 2013. Wednesday.



This dream uses a fairly recurring idea of human remains being inside a couch (sometimes inside the cushions).

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In my dream, I am sharing a place with the actor from the television series “Lost”, Josh Holloway, that I vaguely dreamt of only once before as his Sawyer character (in a representation of Tom Sawyer in that particular dream). In this dream he is also his Sawyer character, but instead, named Sylvester (even after waking, “Sylvester” seemed to be his “real” name or “identify”). The apartment seems to be one I had in real life at King Street when I was in my late teens, the one where I also had a noisy refrigerator in one of two larger closets and which was an “expensive” $25.00 a week. (I had, in total, three different apartments in that large historical house during those years; the smaller L-shaped one in back, the one in front with the rocket-like cupola on the east side, and a larger one near the middle of the building as in this dream.)

He is sleeping on the couch in our apartment, but wakes up because the couch seems to be moving inside. A large nail is sort of moving out from its position along the top area of the frame of the seat area in front, near the middle, but closer to the west end. This is very mysterious as if from some sort of ghostly activity. The nail slowly moves out as if representing some sort of approaching eerie revelation. Sylvester seems a bit nervous. I mostly find it curious and not really frightening in any way.

Eventually, there are bluish-green fingers visible, of a sort of ghostly nature that continue to work in moving the nail. The fingers are the only thing that is visible at the time, seeming to come out of the surface of the wood around the nail. (Some sort of odd play on “fingernail”?)

A little later, the east arm of the couch opens up from the front (I think we both may have pulled the upholstery off) - on my left when facing the couch - showing it to be somewhat like a two-level shelf. The bottom area holds a human skull, the second “shelf” or part of the internal couch frame holds a bowl of old human eyes and hair, and a skeletal hand is also inside the arm.

Sylvester is rather alarmed and of course, people must be told. There is no idea at all of whom it may have been or what happened. I am thinking that the bluish-green hand may be part of an arm that was kept in another part of the couch and acting somewhat like ghostly “remains”.

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It is easy to determine here that the “ghost” inside the couch (a dream sign, as one can sleep on a couch) is a subliminal distorted perception of my sleeping body. But why Josh and why is he called Sylvester? He played a character that was on an island (dream state within sleep as water represents sleep). I associate the name Sylvester with the cartoon character Sylvester the Cat. A cat is a circadian rhythms feature (as well as a liminal space element) typically based on nighttime activities (such as dreaming). (Even though a cat seems to sleep a lot, they are of course active in the daytime.) The skull on the shelf represents lesser critical thinking skills (such as reading books) while in the dream state.

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1. [non-lucid][3rd person] {From a WILD or WBTB this morning after I woke}
I was learning to fly, there was some girl teaching me how to do it. So I tried the first time and steam was created beneath me, only lifted a few cm off the ground. The girl teaching me (lets just call her G for now) said try harder, so I concentrated and lifted a few feet ((pillars of steam shoot out of my feet) I was ecstatic at this point). G said give it more power. While in the air I said TNT (there was a sudden burst of fire & steam) and it gave me a boost so I said it again, G shouting more, I then decided to say "Infinite TNT" and away I went I was flying (Steam and fire was bellowing out of my feet), G was joyful at my success. I flew for a few minutes then lost control and fell, the dream ended.

G I think was the witch from a dream i had the other night. Maybe shes my dream guide.

This was not a lucid dream but I am very happy to remember it.

Fragments:
Standing with my Nan, across the road is a pizza restaurant, all of a sudden the whole street became lit as all the lights came on, the pizza place had a green sign.

In this nightmare came home to discover that our home had been broken into and anything of value stolen or trashed. Our Wii for example was gone, the most decent of the boys toys, any valuables we might have, all gone. Our van that had been I. The driveway was trashed, anything inside it stolen, and the licence plates stolen too.

Boy am I glad that was just a dream.

I was in some kind of school and there was something about magazines and video games, i was talking to some people then i went somewhere else and there was some discussion about drugs( ), then there was some very strong, but short dude helping me with something.
Then i was playing XCOM TTS as aliens, had a group of snakemen hiding behind obstacles, then through some tunnel i got one to the enemy base, which looked like some island, and blew it up using grenades.

Well, I didn’t fall asleep until around 6 in the morning so I was still awake at 3 and 5 when I was going to try WILD. I tried but I couldn’t fall asleep. Note: I should try it around 8 when I am fast asleep and dreaming.

Me and a bunch of random people were staying at someone’s house to watch over it while they were gone. The house was huge, though I don’t remember any specific details about it. One of the rooms had an arcade in it, the kind where if you win you get a bunch of candy or prizes. I was immediately drawn the arcade with the candy in it so I played the game and it was very easy. It was a game I already knew how to play so I won. The prize consisted of three candles. Random, but I was satisfied. I wanted to steal some of the candy because it was out in the open but I never got a chance. There was much more to this dream but I don’t remember

I was about to leave to go to camp with a bunch of people my age. There was a room full of girls and I didn’t know anyone. I entered the room and tried to find people who were like me. I found some girls and we all started dancing and had a blast. Once we got to camp, it was a huge area in the woods by a lake, with camp on both sides of the lake connected by a rope bridge. Camp was fun because everyone was an adult so we didn’t have to follow any silly rules. Me and a group of girls were assigned to a certain part; there were at least 10 different parts of the camp. Our group was going to eat dinner and then go night dancing, which sounded like tons of fun. Me and a partner had to make a dessert dish for dinner and the other girls would make the other dishes. We never got around to making the dessert because we didn’t know we had to, so everyone left us out at dinner. I left, kind of upset, and was about to walk across the rope bridge when a counselor joined me to see how I was doing. The rope bridge was extremely narrow so when we got to the middle of the lake, the counselor lost her balance and fell in the water. She was laughing and asked me to join. I hesitated, but gave in and jumped in. “The water is warm here, much warmer than up north,” I commented. She didn’t seem to pay attention. My parents and sister arrived to visit me. We walked around and passed M&M World. I suggested we go in and, of course, my sister agreed. When we got there, we were the only ones there. There was a trampoline outside with rocks on it and it was beat up. Random. We never got to go in.

Me and my dad went shopping for a new guitar. I wanted a light wood one. I was nervous to try out the guitar in front of the guy helping us because I wasn’t very good. I never got around to playing a guitar. I saw a friend of Niki’s, Nick, sitting in the guitar shop and talking to his friend. Somehow I got the idea that Niki and died. I started sobbing and went to sit by Nick so he’d ask me what’s up and I could tell him. Then I realized, “hey wait… I just hung out with Niki yesterday…” which was true in real life. Embarrassed, I got up and walked away.

I was exiting my apartment complex's pool area and noticed that there was a table shaped like a race car. I went and stood next to it for a moment and then was greeted by my friend Drake, who races (in the real world) professionally in the ALMS Series and is a pretty well know race car driver.

He asked me about going to a go-kart race, and I of course said yes. He led me through a metal door where my apartment complex's side entrance usually is. Usually there is a small back yard and several houses there and a small alley-way, but instead there was a gas station that is not far from where I'm staying here in Georgia called RaceTrack Gas n' Go.

He led me over by one of the pumps where he had his Le Mans race Porche parked, and let me hop in. We went for a ride around the block, and then I was awoken by my grandparents gardeners.

I was staying in a fancy hotel suite in Las Vegas. Two of my coworkers were there with me. One was enjoying the oversized tub in the bathroom. The tub seemed to be in a strange location. There were large "steps" carved into the wall and the tub on was one step. The next "step" had a jacuzzi. I nearly missed it at first because it was just above eye level.

I ran out of the bathroom to tell my other coworker, "Hey, we have a jacuzzi! I can't wait to use it." She was busy getting a massage and suggested that I get one as well. A massage therapist showed up to give me an in-room massage. Her massage table was in pieces, and she brought her boyfriend and a bunch of kids to carry all the pieces and set it up for her. The table seemed awfully long. I could probably take up just half of it. The massage therapist showed me this awesome raspberry-chocolate moisturizing cream she was going to use on me (it looked and smelled like a dessert I had a few weeks ago).

Finally, it was time for my massage to begin. The massage therapist suggested that I should take off my clothes before getting on the table. I was just wearing a tank top and panties at this point. I reached for the hem of my tank top, but then I realized that the room was full of people and all of them were staring at me. I felt really uncomfortable getting undressed in front of them.

I ended up skipping the massage and heading up to the roof. The view was amazing, and it reminded me of taking a cruise to a Caribbean island touting itself as the new Las Vegas. (So I was in Las Vegas and comparing it to a place trying to imitate Las Vegas?) There was a sign for Harrah's Casino just in front of me and I decided to take a picture of it. But every time I looked in the viewfinder of my camera, a Paradise Road street sign kept obstructing the view. Funny, that street sign wasn't visible when I wasn't looking through the camera lens. Then I noticed that there was film coming out of the camera. It had been so long since I used a camera that required film. I wasn't sure if I had to manually rewind the film. I remembered that there was a one-hour photo place nearby and made note to take the film to be developed. I had no memory of taking any other pictures and really wanted to see what else was on that roll of film.

Sextopia - The Dream Adventures is a class of my dream series that I'll post only the best and most detailed sexual endeavors of my subconscious. Strap yourself in (or down) as I take you into the different rooms of my sex kingdom, because this is going to be a bumpy ride!

Level of Lucidity: 4
Level of Clarity: 8
Level of Realism: 9
(levels based 0-10, 0-5 being low - good 5-10 being great - extreme)

Adventure 101: I am sitting in a very fancy apartment lounge. Suddenly I see an exotic looking girl cross the hallway in front of me.



I said hello to her and as she turned I noticed it's a girl that I know. She's Indian-American so she has a fair slightly dark skin tone and brilliantly tuned features.

We begin to talk for a bit and then I look her dead in the eye and say "Sex."

She smiles a bit and tells me to wait a minute. She walks off and walks back in with her cousin, who is also Indian-American, and definitely very attractive.



Her cousin eyes me up for a moment and we step through a doorway which leads to a small box shaped room. There's velvet on the walls with golden flakes, and a single long couch.



We passionately embrace, and begin making out.

As things progress I start to lift her shirt and move in for some mouth to boob action. I notice that one of her nipples is pierced, which doesn't bother me too much. As I move over to the other boob for more comfort, I notice she has several piercings along her breasts and stomach, but I wasn't going to let that stop me.

As I'm going at it she let's me know, subtly, that she's ready for more. I whip out the good stuff, and she tells me how large I am and that she's not sure if she can take it all, and to go easy. She holds up a strange sort of plastic tube that looks similar to a graduated cylinder.

Without any lubricant she sticks my dick into the tube. I look down and notice that my dick, is extremely pointy on the end, and is almost sharp to the touch. I didn't think much of it and continued my sexcapade.

After giving her a demonstration with the tube I toss it aside and move it in for the kill. After a few brief thrusts I see everything from the dream flash backwards very quickly and the dream scene changes to something else.

This is a fragment.

Alex Pruitt (The character) Was being told by the police chief/captain "It's a very serious matter when a person calls the police" Like he was in the movie (Though I don't know if that was the chief or captain in the movie,) Except they were outside a church in my town and afterwards, Alex walked off in the snow and I thought of throwing something through a nearby window as I saw through Alex's eyes for a moment. Then, He was yelling at the police captain "I don't think you care about your job" Then the next part is a bit fuzzy; I think he said something like "It's like you're helping THE BURGLARS!" And the captain looked rather dumbfounded or confused.

walking down anita with the nose horn , in the rb with danyelle and the gemma crew wtih the fernandezes fighting her and dgodidngd to ifrvine at night with jemma and them

later i drempt that i was on the basebnall field at serra and matt gorgalinksi was hitting absolute shots. there was some new roaller coaster built next to tjhe field so more people would go to the games and coach walsh was igben me shit for beieng alone in the corner of thefieled while putting shoeson