Xanous' Dream Journal
Sight In Sex: A More Practical Dream Makeout Session
by
, 08-08-2013 at 11:33 PM (634 Views)
WBTB at 1:30.
#207 - 2:25AM - DILD
I am trying to get to sleep but can't seem to. I look at the clock and see it is unplugged. I worry about the time and if I will be able to wake up in time for work. I pick up my galaxy player and try to set an alarm with that but I can't seem to focus my eyes to see. I feel so sleepy and drugged and I get up for a moment not knowing why. I see my son asleep in his exersaucer slumped over. I feel bad for him and put him in bed with me holding close enjoying the moment. For some reason my wife is not there and I am in the Luling house. I don't think it's odd.
I wake up to SP and try to transition multiple times but I can't see and feel wobbly and unbalanced. At some point I roll onto the floor and put my head down into the ground. I worry that I will have an OpheliaBlue experience there (Q&A2 podcast) so I quickly back out. I feel my way into the living room and start rubbing the floor and walls with my hands but nothing helps.
I try the old trick of swinging a sword hoping the visuals with catch up. After awhile of nothing happening I get bored and think since everything is just physical only I may as well have sex. Now I am standing in the bedroom and I see a woman come out of the bed room in the dark. At first I think it's someone from work but then I realize it's my wife. As we have raunchy wall sex my vision become clearer and the lights come on. Her face morphs several times into different women but each time I still think of her as the same person. (Past lives?) I almost end it when I realize the dream has become stable but we are both enjoying the moment so much that I fully indulge for a while.
Afterward, I go to the bathroom. I keep hearing a voice in my mind saying, "I can deal with it." I worry about the mess I may have caused but let it go. I pause at the mirror and see my reflection making faces and flexing muscles. I really look at my face and it seems to be very distorted with a huge Jay Leno chin (or maybe it was Quagmire... giggity) . I notice something in the mirror positioned behind me and to the right. It looks like a small TV with a picture on it. It looks like a scene from Skyrim and I become interested in teleporting into it. I worry that if I turn around the TV will be gone so I dive into the mirror reaching for the image on the TV. I find myself in a familiar kitchen in a house from a dream that I had a very long time ago. I am sprawled out on the counter top amongst dirty dishes. Just before I touch the TV it morphs into a black canister. For some reason I call it a coffee pot. I stare blankly at it confused and shocked this happened. I wake up.
NyxCC and CanisLucidus like this.
Go to Profile
Mark as Read
