FryingMan

Yay increasing length and recall, fairly epic set of dreams culminating in a DEI(Semi)LD chain of girl-fun

early (mostly clobbered by later):
+(f) climbing on rocks, avoiding invading army
+(f) moving through glass doors on sand-bars, army conflict?

mid:
+ floating down river with friends, it's a wide fast river and I'm concerned we will soon pass too far away from our base. We get out and there's a guy standing there, I pour hot chili paste into his eyes. I feel bad about this and let him do the same to me to get even, I'm standing in the water while he does it (he's happy to get back at me), I don't really feel any burning. Indoors climbing up a spiral staircase, I wonder how we're going to get the gasoline back to our base for our vehicles: clearly carrying it in open paper cups won't work, the gas will eat away at the cups and spill out.

We're walking back to base on a road, there's a large male lion walking with us, one foot is hobbled and I see it has a stuck/infected toe on that foot.

+ investment opportunity with girl, rip up application

In a room with people at desks, there's an attractive 20-ish girl who's taking applications for an investment opportunity with her. I start asking her questions about the details of the investment and she's very evasive. I'm demanding information and she gets hostile and says s.l. she doesn't want me to participate. I stand by a wall and rip up my application, slowly tearing my application papers into 1/2 inch vertical strips and putting them all in the garbage

late:
+ I'm in the boy scouts, we're outside preparing our packs for an overnight trip away from our main base camp. I say that I was always and only in the <R> patrol, I'm proud of this, I see JG there and remember [true] that he was also only an <R>, so I give him a high five. The troop leader says that due to popular consensus the overnight trip is cancelled, I'm bummed, maybe we'll do the trip later, I'm standing around small boulders and lifting up rocks?

I look down and I'm packing my overnight pack, I'm not taking everything, I see a yellow tube tent/ground cloth and think if it rains I could get just inside the tent without setting it up. I think then that that's silly, I should just string it up on a rope. But then I'll have to close the ends up so water doesn't run through, and I have no clothes pins.

Then I'm lying in a proper tent in the rain, I look up and see a drip drop down from a line on the middle of the tent, I look at it for a while to see if it will drip again but it doesn't.

My face is poking out of the head of the tent. I look at the fly netting and zip it down several times, but I'm not sure this will help against the rain. I'm lying on the ground and I'm observing closely the rivulets of water running down horizontally past the entrance to my tent: I should really dig proper rain trenches I think, as I watch the water flow by, almost entering my tent. I'm in my sleeping bag and sit up and pull up my pad and see that there is no floor to the tent, just dirt, I see that a flow of water cascades down into the tent slowly. I hunker down in my sleeping back and pull the mummy hood strings tight to pull the bad snugly against my head.

Someone says "JG is doing a grass sleep!" I look out and about 2 tents away indeed I see JG is just lying outside of a tent directly on the grass under some vines in the light rain. I make fun of him calling out and say s.l. "are you communing with the grass, and feeling the energy of the roots as they sink into the earth?!" He answers seriously, saying "Yes, I am."

+ I'm at a gas station with a van. There's an attractive, dignified middle-aged (blonde?) woman there who only speaks French asking if she can buy (something?) there. I try to dig up my French class memories and answer "Oui, vous pouvez acheter, ici" it takes me a while to remember "ici", I think of the <main foreign language> word first. I"m then helping her insert her bank card with the magnetic stripe into the card reader.

I look back over my shoulder and I see a 20ish young woman is standing at the back of my van with the back door up and is taking pictures of things in my van. I don't like this I know she is an enemy and go and confront her (and we argue?). Then my van is filled with enemies and they're driving off, I hop into the back area.

I fight my way through several rows to the front passenger seat, the van is stopped and my back is to the windshield and one by one I'm fighting and strongly shoving each enemy out of the open door. In the back I see my best friend MR, I call out to him "M, I'll deal with you last, I don't know what you're doing here with these guys!?".

One guy doesn't go out easily, he puts up a fight. He's just standing there in front of me, making jabbing motions at me. I realize he must be stabbing me with a small knife and I must be bleeding and he's waiting for me to collapse from blood loss. I get him out eventually.

I quickly move to the driver's seat, step on the gas, and pull a U-turn. I floor the gas and I see the enemies are running after the van trying to get back in, I have some open road though and I quickly leave them all behind. I'm driving through tree-less rolling suburban hills. At one point the road vanishes entirely and there's only rolling hills of grass before me.

I'm heading up a steep hill, and enter a very large steep parking lot heading up to a movie theater on top of the hill. There's a marquee sign that says something (forgot). I'm wondering if there's a gas station up there, and where I'm going to get money.

At the top there's a strip mall of 1-storey shops.

I'm in an indoor store, like a large hardware store. There's an attractive woman, I know she's looking for a phone number, I approach her and take her into my arms and kiss her, saying "Here's the number: 863…*kiss*…53…*kiss*….49…*kiss*." Nice kisses, lip-grabbing/pulling the way I like, dream fades…

…back in the dream, there's a man walking down an aisle observing displays made up of heavily decorated naked people, I'm standing in the back of the display looking out at the displays and this man. He's looking at a very decorated erect (penis?) and says "that's just perfect, no need to touch that." Gets vague around the other end of the aisle.

I'm walking along the end of the aisles, lots of people, I look to the left and see some girls down that aisle so I go right up to one and kiss her. She first leans her head really far over to her right, and opens her mouth really far and I kiss her (but only the sides of our mouths contact because hers is so far open). I pull back and pull off her shirt and the dream fades…

…back in the dream, I'm at the entrance to the store, there's a short, sort of plump, busty young woman heading for the exit. I walk up to her boldly (most likely semi-lucid since I have no inhibitions) and

Spoiler for sexy encounter:

grab her breasts, one in each hand, and begin squeezing/kneading them, and simultaneously pushing them around in a circular motion (right clockwise, left counter-clockwise). They are large and soft and pillowy, not really my preference, but still quite nice, I keep this squeezing/pushing circular motion going the entire remaining time. I do not lean in to kiss her because I want the encounter to be longer. I'm watching her face the entire time. She has dark hair, dark eyes, and a slightly Asian/Mexican look to her. At first she's mildly shocked and says "HEY, what are you….[doing?]" (She doesn't say the words in [braces], but it's what I imagine she means). I'm grinning at her with a devilish grin while my hands stay busy doing their thing, my face is only about a foot away from her's, and I've pushed her up against a table and she's sort of leaning sideways over the table. I'm looking directly into her eyes and her face the entire time. I see her expression soften, becoming resigned and somewhat accepting of what I'm doing, and she then says "…Oh, OK, you can….[do that]" in a calm voice. I then ask "Do you like this?" and she answers in a husky, sensual voice, "Oh, I LOVE it!"

…dream fades...