non-lucid

The dream starts with an insanely present moment. I can't call it lucid because I didn't bother to check, it was so real. I'm hanging out with my parents in their bedroom, and some random super sexy girl who I'm somehow connected with through school is with us. She's lying on the bed and my parents are talking about how we need to get on a flight with some alumni and go visit a retreat, but I'm just resting my head on this girls boobs like a pillow and I'm at absolute 100% comfiness. I come into full presence and actively try to store the memory of how comfy I am without every wondering if it is supernatural. We get on the flight, and it ends up slowly crash landing in a town somewhere. In the town we all go and chill in a park while they fix the plane, and some methheads come attack us and we fend them off. I realize the plane will never leave in time, so I sprint across town to the only car2go left and snag it. As I get in, a girl gets in on the passenger side thinking it's hers. She's from my highschool and wearing a nuniform so I just pull seniority on her and take the car. I start ripping it full speed on the highway when I go off the road. When I swerve back on, I cut off a pickup truck that swerved and slammed into a family SUV killing everybody. I am totally freaked out by this so I floor it, but all the cars around me are waving at me to stay with the accident. Fuck that shit, I didn't touch anyone so I'm just booking it out of town. I never took the pedal off the floor after that until I got back to the city.

I was in control of a herd of crabs, and had to direct them around the sea, avoiding predators. That was it. Hahaha.

Since I'm stuck with this cold I decided to just sleep in today and get rid of it faster. This brought on a series of like 20 dreams, all very fast and all divided up when my nose would get runny and I'd wake up.

The only one worth mentioning was my first lucid experience in a while. I'd say this was my most present one, as there were no visuals to distract me, just extremely loud audio and subtle physical. Once I realized I was in a dream, I reverted to laying in my bed just as I really was, but some childrens radio station was playing loudly from the other room, and my legs and torso kept lfoating off the bed. I couldn't figure out how to get the visuals to start, so I just chilled out. I woke up quickly after that thanks to my nose itching, but when I woke up I realized... did I just have to "open my eyes" to get it to start? Is it that simple?

It begins at my old house. I've already been in this dream for an hour or so but it's mostly lost.

At my place, Chris has just decided to have a tinder girl over. I get cheesed cause of how shit my tinder game is, so I decide to do the one thing I never did at my childhood home. I sprinted upstairs, ripped open the window, and climbed out onto the roof. The roof was strange. It was soft and steeply angled so I could fall off. After sitting for a while I decided it was too strange to contiue doing. There was another one of thoses rare moments where I closed my eyes while turning around and the dream became entirely sensation based for a few seconds. I went downstairs and out the front door. I decided I would walk to the beach at Queens (does that exist) and just take the day off on the beach. I tried to teleport myself there but no luck.

As I walked down my childhood street I realized how amazingly vivid it all was. A pale blonde girl in a white car pulled up to the house next door and parked perpendicular, so strange. I told her she'll get towed and she didn't care at all. Must be Chris' girl.

The street was so beautiful. The trees once again pulled over the road, sheltering the place like one big cozy pavilion, an insulated time capsule where it all stood frozen. Every garden and yard was so lush, and the colours so vivid it was like a professional colour grade was happening in front of my eyes. As I approached the end of the street, my insanely hot neighbor came out. She was an absolute MILF, proabbly based off of visctorias secret angels, but rocking the mom jeans instead. She saw me and gestured around at how beautiful it all was and we started chatting about just how amazing this neighborhood is. She was enthralled with our chat and invited me in. Her house was absolutely incredible. All beautiful wood and massive high ceilings like a church. There were many floors all in one open concept, hard to explain. We walked through the house and then came upon the hot tub and abck deck. She looked at the tub, turned around, smiled, and said "Let's get drunk".

Fuck yes.

I fly downstairs and grab my bathing suit, I guess I've stayed here before. Kitty is chilling on the stairs back up, and I start petting the shit out of him since I haven't seen the little guy for a long time. I woke up petting my cat. Comfy dream.

This dream was long and fantastical and full of insane battles and places, but I am just going to write out the end. I was on a ski hill with Sasha, and we went down the run once. She started humble bragging about how good she was at skiing and how she did all these hipster things. When we went to get on the ski lift, she asked the guy for a boost or something so he let her on the chair way after it had swung around, it made not sense. I had to sprint after it and climb on the thing as it was going up in the air, 007 style. On the way up, I realized all of my buddies were in the chairs ahead and behind us. At the top, we started chilling and getting our shit ready to bomb the hill, when my brother and all his buddies got off too. They were happy to see us and started yelling about some party that was going on up here in a chalet. Apparantly it was the biggest party of the year.

As we arrived, I took stock of my group vs my bros. His crew was the regular boys, Big Bart and the like. I had with me Australian Dan, Arshia, Mert, and Chumbus, the mentally retarded rapper. The guy was extremely down syndrome, but he was a pretty nice guy and we brought him to the party. In the middle of it, he said he got a job working with Mert on films. Crazy. I remember looking at the snap I made of the party, and then checking Big Barts shit, he had a crazy timelapse night club video that had hundreds of likes on instagram already.

Then came a moment when suddenly the rooms were empty. Everyone was gone, and it was just me, Aussie Dan, and Chumbus. The girl at the bar gave me a wicked look. I asked her what happened.

"Everybody moved to a different party. I think it's at Roger Federer's house."

"Oh shit, I had no idea. Where is it?"

"Sorry, it's only 700 people, place is totally full."

"Man, how did I miss it? My friends must have been too drunk and forgotten to tell me."

"Maybe it isn't your friends. Maybe it's you. You aren't invited. Look around you kid."

And that's when it sunk in. It was me, a failed Aussie, a retarded guy, and 3 people who passed out in their own vomit. We were the lowest of the low, to the point were they moved parties just to drop us 3.
That hurt man. In reality, I usually am the guy throwing the parties, but I guess this is how my life could go if I lose all ambition. The last thing I did in the dream was tell Chumbus that he has a to work 10 hours a day 7 days a week if he wants to achieve anything at all in this world, and especially in this industry.

I'm gonna go work extra hard today.

I travelled a hundred miles back and forth on top of a giant metal fish. My brother showed me how to launch it in the air at unprescedented speeds. Think Howls moving castle meets angry birds.

It took me to lands of lush grasses and blue seas, but soon I had to return home. I got news from my mom... my father had died. I was walking back to my house in a phone call with Wil, telling him that I still felt no sadness as there was no way i actually had allowed the reality to sink in. Right outside my home a couple passed another with a dog and fawned over it. Wil made a joke about them whoring for a high rating, which obviously came from me watching black mirror last night. I got home, and entered what was the exterior of one of the houses with the stone wall lawn from my old walk to school, and the inside was the dankertons. Simon was watching the hills have eyes but it became reality, and was about monsters that feed off the ego to destroy people. The protagonist was a girl that slayed a massive demon in the living room that possessed tentacles that could impale your chest bones. She played a card of some kind that sealed it's fate. Suddenly Arshia called me on his phone and started making jokes about something, and I woke up.

My first memory in this dream starts off so innocently. I'm playing a game with some younger kids, kind of like red rover, but instead of everyone just a few kids are selected to go to the middle line, brace on each other, and then start pushing to see who can topple who over. I was volunteered to go up, but of course there was no contest due to my weight and strength. I half heartedly participated, then went back to find my friends.I didn't actually know if I had any friends here, but I soon found them. It was a few guys I don't know, as well as Galen and Raivo. We were in some group together. I pulled out my phone and went on instagram. I saw that this weird feature was turned on that posted the same or similar post every day and asked all of my followers to vote on it to help me decide something. The post itself though made no sense and the whole thing was just too pushy and weird and I knew I turned it on by accident. When disabling the thing, it instead set up something called a "Quest", where it would track my life progress, and on the day that I was no longer in the frat it would post some long emotional thing about how it had come to an end. So, a frat, that's what this was. I put my phone down, and Galen and Raivo are with me. Galen checks his phone. "Dude, sick quest. I'm excited to see it come to an end."

Weird thing to say, hoping the frat ends already.

Suddenly an annoucement come on, seemingly booming all around us. "GENTLEMEN'S FRATERNITY HAS WON THE CONTEST OF CENTURY!!!!!"

And there you have it. Some eternal conflict, probably started on some dumb bet a hundred years ago has finally come to its conclusion. And I'm on the winning team. Men must ahve lived and died hoping to see this and here I am plopped in the middle. We go to check out the ceremony, but I look down at my clothes. I'm wearing my grey poli shirt with the white horizontal stripes from when I was a kid. It is massive on me, past my waist and more like a drape or a dress than a shirt. I realize that this is the qeight of my childhood insecurities about my body, and say out loud, "thank god old habits can die."

I go to the frat house to change. It is basically a normal frat house but the roof is glass which is cool. I find my Steamwhistle duffel bag in there and start trying on clothes. For some reason, my jacket is absolutely covered in ketchup, as if a mcdonalds dispenser exploded on it. I put it down and look around the room, and then put on some skinny jeans and a tight shirt for the big ceremony. I look down, and somehow the ketchup has thickly soaked into my crotch. I fucking put the jacket down right on my bag of stuff. All my pants are ruined. I go to wash the ketchup from me outside, but suddenly all my buddies are rushing past me.


Some guy called us over to go to his house. I entered in through the Foyer, then took a left and went down a long hall. The room opened up to the kitchen on the left, dining room on the right, and patio ahead of me. Just like Tom's house, but a few $million more extravagent. I went on the balcony, and everyone was out back casting fishing rods. I had one in my hands, an old rickety thing, and tried casting it for some time. I couldn't manage to get a single good cast without snagging myself, a buddy, or a bush with the lure. I didn't understand it anyway since they were all just casting into the backyard anyway. When I went back inside, the guy who owned the place (bob saget) was hanging in the kitchen. He started coaching me on fishing, and after a while I got comfy with it. Then, I knew it was time for the ceremony.

I had not reached the place yet, when I heard another loud noise. Suddenly, that booming annoucner voice spoke quieter than the boom, yet in an epic tone, directly to me. He told me how the ceremony was ruined somehow, and that my fraternity had failed to be crowned the winner. Knowing that there would never be a chance to regain that potential glory, all of the members sprang into action. Now, as the narrator told me these things, I could see them play out in front of me, as if in the animus.

The first thing to happen was the crown leader of the fraternity. He locked his head in a small cage against a wall, and allowed a mob of plebians to smash his body to shreds. Following suit, all members of the fraternity did the same. Locking their heads in these square, helmet sized black cages and allowing their bodies to go to absolutley fucked up fates. One woman locked up each foot in one in a splits position, and then the rock that she sat upon was split in two, tearing her body in two clean down the middle. This is honestly the goriest dream I've ever had, it was so fucked up and all of it being voluntary, over some stupid little honor game that the subjects didn't even fully understand was just sickening.

Eventually the fervor died down, and the narrator continue on about the historical impact of this event and how Thomas Jefferson wrote about it and all this weird shit. I think this bit where the event was disconnected in time from myself was what allowed everything to just revert to it's natural state.

I went back to hang at bob saget's place, when his wife walked in.....I can't adequately describe her in this. She was almost short, maybe 5'8". She had flowing, chestnut blonde locks and deep brown eyes. Her skin was just ever so slightly tanned, to the point that race was impossible to distinguish. Her figure was perfect for her height, curvy in all the right places but I mean real curves here, in and out. On top of that, she was wearing very tight clothing and a warm smile. I never bother to describe people in my dreams like this but I honestly never want to forget this girl, in case I meet the real girl again who she must be based from in my subconscious.

She came up to introduce herself to me. Standing at the edge of the kitchen, she entered a gentle embrace with me. "It's so nice to meet you!" She smiled even brighter and put me in a tight hug. When I went to back out, she just continued her light embrace and stared in my eyes. Holy hell. So this is what being captured in a gaze feels like, no wonder it's been working so well for me IRL. She keeps staring at me and starts speaking, I don't know what about but I would never dedicate enogh of my mind to understanding it when I could just drink this in. As she spoke, she guided me around the kitchen. Her husband was gone. She continued talking to me with this warm voice full of passion, looking right into me eyes. Slowly, her face got closer and closer to mine. Soon enough, with every word her lips brushed mine. But I know he is still somewhere here. The intensity grows stronger, I am backed into the corner of the room now, her body pressed firmly against mine, lips riding the edge of infidelity.

I kiss her.

And I immediately realise I've failed the test. She continues her speech for a few more lines, then breaks off and backs away, still staring. In her eyes, I can read it.
"He is still a boy."
Had I resisted the temptation, understood the stakes, there was so much more than just a kiss in it for me. I'll have to keep this lesson in mind in my waking life.

I went away from the house, which felt empty after what just happened. Outside I found an area with high tables and picnic benches. There was a guy and girl at a high table sorting hops out. Some was finely gorund and some was in bud form, and I realized from their chat that they were dividing up the hops for brewing. The guy decided to cheat and put too little out of laziness, so I smacked his batch and ruined the whole thing. I gave him a lecture about doing the job wrong because you won't bother to put in the effort needed, and talked about how doing the job right always will eventually lead to it becoming second nature and a chore no more. This seemed to brighten his eyes up and he was inspired to complete it properly. Another lesson I think I was trying to teach my real self.

Looking over at the picnic tables, I saw an amazing sight. Honestly, this is when I should always reality check but I never remember this shit. From now on I will redouble my efforts in the plane of reality.

At the table were 5 girls, one of which being the wife. She smiled and called me over, and I sat with them. She started asking me if I saw their show. Immediately I had this memory from before the celebration of these girls on stage dancing to grimes, with very bright neon rainbow lights all over their bodies. It was fuzzy and mesmerizing and quite beautiful.

"Yeah, there were just so many of these beautiful girls up there, it was like nothing I've seen before."

She turned to the other table. I hear her say "He thinks you're beautiful!" "Who?" "Benjamin, right here"

I know she is pointing me out, and even though they'rejust a few feet away I do that stupid thing I do when with girls and totally not present. I looked away and gave a fake smile to some other conversation, while just paying attention to my pose and hoping that I looked attractive and 'candid' for the girls. Like what the fuck, peacocking instinct is so deep it happens in dreams.

I sat with the girls for a little while more when Lee showed up. He said steamy broke down and needed a ride to it, so I stole a volvo and we ripped it. Suddenly life is GTA we're ripping through the city and I have the world map, but when I try to navigate on memory it ends up putting me further from my goal. We're burning time, lee is in a rush. I open the map and see I can fast travel right there. Then I see there's a skydive option. Boom, Just Cause style I'm in the air flying down. Rip open the chute and end up like 200 meters away. I run on these little mountain things to get to the auto shop which was aslmost literally next door to the girls, but I look down. In a little grotto area of this rock structure I 'm on, I see a pair of floating cells. The cells are the size of a cow, perfectly round and bouncing off eachother. I jump down in the hole, but a girl rushes in. She stands on a big gold seal between the cells and they instandtly smash into her, absorbing her in their goo. A bright light emerges from them, then an ethereal explosion. Suddenly the girl is surrounded. In front of her are two japanese sword masters. Beside them are two karate masters. Both pairs are slightly cartoonish and they are facing the same direction she is, but when even a fly approaches her they strike with the speed of sound and decimate whatever it is. Beside her are two large numidian men, garbed in gold armor and shields with large clubs of platinum. They act asher flanks, and seem even more imposing than the japanese, for they do not waste their power on the flies. Behind her, stand four anubis guards. Great egyptian men of stone. I can feel how invincible they are, but the fact that there are four shows that they are probably not the greatest fighters. And behind them, stand Ra and Anubis. They seem to be simply on a stroll. In fact, I think the anubis guards are for them, simply for show. Yet somehow, all of these godly figures are bound to this girl.

She had become the ultimate weapon. Lee and I watched her for some time, and after a while, I woke up.

Just vivid sex for hours, nothing else.

Kinda boring after a while

I am walking in a subway terminal. I have a ticket to something, and I've been trying to find the ride for a while. Through a maze of tunnels I find myself in a bigger one. This massibe round tunnel with hundreds of people in it. There's a casino to my left. Where am I? This is the question. And then the answer comes to me. I am on a jet plane. A 787, 10 times bigger than any jet, equipped with restaurants and entertainment.

I find myself no longer on the jet, but with Chris and Hannah's sister. We're boarding the plane again. I tell them about the restaurant but chris wants none of that. Turns out we have our own private room. We go in and there's a TV, some meals, and rows and rows of candy and treats. I start eating reese cups the size of an apple. We sit down to watch a movie, and at some point Rachel starts lightly caressing my lips. What? Eventually I get the message and petting ensues. Half way through the movie I go to find another room. She comes along, but soon we're lost, and a nice mexican guide tells us we're in the basement and will need to find our way back up. I split from her and go up fast. I go so far up I'm on the roof of the jet. Up here, it's like an aircraft carrier. Jets, prop planes, and choppers line the deck as well as a couple hundred guys up here on smoke breaks or just enjoying the view.

We smash into a rain cloud, soaking the deck. It's pitch black, and the plane begins to shake. I am thrown from the deck.

Falling.

I land in the ocean. Luckily I am only 700 meters of shore of Toronto. The sky here is full of enthusiast biplanes doing loops and flips and they keep edging closer to dive bombing me. I grab hold of one, and take the pilot's seat. I'm flown back to the city.

I'm with my friends there, and they are all asking me about the fall. How did I survive? I'm not so sure. One guy starts up a beat, and starts freestyling, and calls me a liar. I take one step toward him, and rattle off a 2 minute freestyle that blows his mind and all those around me. It is recorded, and uploaded to soundcloud. I hit #12 rapper for the day.

My family and I move into the mountains. I am up there with the most incredible view for a long time. One day, some tyrants come and try to enslave the mountain people and create a class system. I am invited to be upper class, but instead I fight. A man on a horse chases me down through the fields, and I leap my horse from a cliff. It grows wings, and together we fly.


This is the first quarter of the dream but I'm tired of typing. After this there was a long slow motion sequence where I was Quicksilver from Marvel, and I was in a gun fight with 2 bad guys who had spiderman speed reflexes, and one guy who could move at superspeed and enter the slo-mo world, but still only at about half the speed I was going. This was an insane battle, because technically I had a massive edge, but it was not a simple task to defeat them.

That was the basis for the entire dream, and that will continue to be it, as I am now going to bed. It is 2 AM.

Luckily the rest of my dream was about a different universally hated leader, Napoleon. Simon and I were at the location of his death on the bettlefield. We watched him be slain, and I tended to his wounds for a moment before Galen took him over. This Galen was so much more realistic than most of my dream characters ever are. He had these beautiful rants and his handshake was calloused. At one point long after the battle we were sitting on chairs in the night, looking up at the stars. They were extremely beautiful, being a figment of my dream, and I think if I was still reality checking on views I could have gone lucid. The end of this dream was pretty great. I was on a dance floor with Simon and Galen, and I had time travelled us back to the 80s. Everyone was doing the robot and I started dancing all loose like drake. The 80s people stared at me in disgust, but I just kept leaning back further and further. It was extremely fun to do, and I got into a way impossible limbo and kept dancing like I gave no fucks. Then I went forward on my toes, annoucing "this must be impossible". And then my alarm went off. The immediate moment before a lucid dream no doubt was upon me.

I had lots of em around this time. I was in a game of frisbee with a bunch of younger girls from highschool, and then out of nowhere I got a facetime call from Nicole. She was with her mom and they were getting ready to move out of their house. Not only that, but the place I was living was where they were living before thier current one. The next bit was the best little dream. I found Wil, and together we played a little game of live civ in the house. The game was projected as a live hologram on it. We quit after a few rounds though, and then the dream got much more dream like.


Aliens showed up, and wil adn I were chosen as the guys to go board their ship. The things we saw were truly fucked. We entered their big saucer. Inside, there were messages that they were coming in peace, and I believe they though they were. But the evidence inside showed how disconnected and careless they were in their studies of us. We must have gotten the B team of the B team in the alien research world. There were hundreds of machines in there that were designed to study us, but it looked like the humans had been inserted in the wrong way, or dissected unnecessarily before their x rays. Body parts were strewn abouts, carcasses pulled through holes the size of your wrist and left jammed in the machine when it broke. We got to the center of the ship, and down a long corridor were the two men who had been sent here. They looked like humans, sitting in what looked like a classic cubicle office setup as they guessed that to be our natural habitat.They were 8 feet tall with extremely long heads and legs. The one guy began talking to us, but as he extended his foot to relax a shoe popped off and a big brown cockroach foot stuck out. The second it made contact with Wil's shoe, the entire ship exploded.

They must have had really unstable disguises.

Although it truly began elsewhere, this dream really picked up when me father took pity on the misgivings of the earlier dream, which was very boring. He sent me on a vacation, to go find myself. I was on the plane with him, and when I looked out the window I saw I was in Bucharest. It was the absolute perfect sunny day, with green grass and tall orange buildings extending as far as the eye could see. The architecture reminded me of Hieronymus Bosch's painting "The Garden of Earthly Delights." I told my dad I'd spend the entire week here wandering alone, finding trouble and beautiful girls wherever I went. He approved.

Right before I landed, my dad left and I found Chris on the flight. He was also here for a solo vacation, though his flight was connecting and he would continue on to New Zealand. We shared how we had very similar sentiments about the nature of our trip, and that he had even been here before a year ago. The flight landed and I headed off to the largest, most grand building in the whole country. It was a temple, parliament building, community center and hotel. The building was like one massive pancake, with 4 tiers, each one serving one of those functions. The hotel was the second highest tier below parliament.

As I entered the building I saw a guru on a balcony drop acid. I knew this was the place to be. I was going to go to my room and then find that guru.

I did.

Upon a rooftop terrace of the grand building, I found the wizards, the gurus, a small group of sages who were all in the beginning of a long stage of imbibing psychedelics. I looked down in my hand and found a zip lock bag full of about 25 truffles. I ate two, and they kicked in immediately. I felt amazing. We decided to go explore the city and find some things to do.

There was only one catch. As I was walking to the elevators I checked my live 3D map to see where the border to Georgia was. In this reality, the black sea had been reduced to more of a blue lake, and I could see the nation from the coastal perch of the grand building. Even stranger, that lake was within Georgia's borders. And the shores which we were on. And the fields between us. In fact, the border was 20 feet away from me, right next to the edge of the building, across a tiny creek. I had to go jump over it. We ran to the creek and found a pretty bridge of stepping stones leading over it. Guarding the stones were 3 snapper fish, which had the heads and jaws of snapping turtles. They moved slowly but I could anticipate their bite. I crossed the stream but then turned to observe these creatures. Out of the muddy bottom, a full snapping turtle emerged and began intruding on their space. I watched an argument unfold between them about this infringement, and watched them try to bite his armored fingers off, to no success. I probably should have become lucid here, but I was far too entranced with these speaking predators.

On the other side of the creek were long, beautiful fields. I was watching the grass sway when a sniper bullet grazed past my forehead. Looking far down the creek I could see a huntress in futuristic armor with a laser rifle at the shoulder. She took another shot, this time at a comrade of mine. The battle began. A flurry of pursuit, evasion, running and gunning unfolded and eventually we shot her down. Realizing that this place would be crawling with enemies, we took to the building for sanctuary. Bad call. We dropped down a tier and entered a room, but found more enemies in a room filled with grass and rocks. Luckily they were pitifully low leveled. We removed them in seconds and looked around. This room was filled with grass like outside and seemingly lead further inside the building where the enemies would level up more, presumably.

Still tripping on acid, I decided to go back outside of the room, jump off the balcony and enter through the tier below us, while the gurus headed further in the easy room. I ran outside, jumped, and landed on a black patio. This was different and I could feel it. I opened the door and entered an identical room to the last, but instead of the grass, it was just pure black ebony with purple stones inlaid. Inside were three girls. All of them sultry, tan and wearing tight black. They smiled at me, and I had a feeling I was the first to come here in a very, very long time. I looked harder at them and saw their level: 8888. The sniper had been 14. This was the last floor, the first room leading up to what certainly contained the most powerful beast in Bucharest.

The girls did not move to attack but instead waltzed around the room, so I began a conversation. In the center of the room was a booth, like what the hostesses in a night club in hades would stand behind. I walked to it and stood against it, and the closest of the demonesses approached me. I knew there was no escape without killing them. I had come here to experience life, and so I would. As the demoness approached, I began to perceive her true nature. Each of them contained the power of a small sun inside them. Though perfectly human on the outside, their eyes had a certain spark that would dance like a flame, and their skin radiated beautiful energy that my acid-tuned senses were picking up on. It was incredibly intoxicating. This would be an OK way to die. She came closer, the heat of her beginning to warm me, passing right through my skin and into my belly, like hot cocoa.

I reached out and grabbed her waist. Wow. The flow was not instant but built quickly like the drop on a rollercoaster, blowing me away and making my head spin more with every millisecond. I pulled her tight and looked deep into her eyes. I had joined her energy, completing the circuit, and the moment we let go I would be completely destroyed. There was nothing left to do. So I kissed her, as any sane, balls-tripping adventurer would do.

The unity I experienced in this moment was so powerful I can still feel it. The other two froze, struck by the moment. This was the first time this had ever happened, not to them, not to others, but simply anything of this nature in the continuum, and the new precedent was already rippling its way outward, changing little bits of the fabric of time here and there in light of this new information. This new possibility.

We kissed and kissed and our bodies melded and she cried, a creation of a god given humanity, bound to destroy the giver. I felt her energies flow through me stronger and stronger, but slowly I came to understand them. I was a vessel too. And as more of her poured into me, I cried too, and I accepted it. The inevitability. Curiosity. What came next?

And suddenly, we were equal. The massive distance that separated us moments ago was gone, and as she rested her perfect skin against mine, I slipped back. And I was fine. She looked up at me, frozen in that moment after your last tear dries up, and before you smile.

I walked out.

Chris and I are in a truck. We're driving up north to a cottage, and we're talking about how he used to come up here as a kid. Loose wooded patches pass us by through the windows, and the grey light outside doesn't reveal any animals of sorts.

"When I was a kid, I had a dirt bike up here. That thing was fast, you cloud rip it anywhere up here pretty fast."

We got to his place, and left pretty quickly, with our little brothers in tow. We first went to a pavilion. Under it's roof was a small model of the surrounding woods. It had the mountains, rivers, and full typography modeled out in clay and paint. I picked up some pieces and saw that they were live, that they would expand naturally as I explored the place. Good, a map. We went for a walk down a forest path and came across an old barn. There were deep muddy trenches around it on either side, carved by trucks and heavy rain. More reason why the sky was so grey, thank god it was dry so far. I was looking at the barn, thinking about how pointless it would be to walk around just to soak myself in mud, when I saw something out the corner of my eye. Chris is standing with a cheeky grin, and next to him is a little pocket bike, like the ones for little kids. It has a little motor and wheels the size of canteloups. I hop on and kickstart the thing, and immediately it reveals to me that it has more power than it looks. The boys must have done some work on her in their childhood. I look around for some possible places to ride, but most areas are full of muddy water. There's back where we came from, or a path that strangely has snow cover. I choose snow, more adventure.

"Try it out, see if it still works."

It did. I was ripping off through the woods as fast as you could say 'wear a helmet'. I didn't need one, this was a land of childhood innocence and the forest would protect me. Down the path I went, through snow and patches of frozen ground. Soon I came upon a large circular depression carved into the snow, maybe 6 feet down and 50 feet in diameter, with a few expertly crafted snowmen spaced around the clearing seemingly at random. Aa staircase of snow at one edge lead to a deep uinderground network of snow carved tunnelsl; or so I assumed.

"Hey"

A man walked out from behind a particularly large snow man.

"You come to build?"

No I hadn't. So there were people here, strange. I had thought Chris' family owned all the land. And he roamed freely here as a child, strange. I noticed the guy was carving a perfect snail, with small delicate flowers growing from its shell, entirely from snow. I recognized this snail, and I knew that I must have seen the man before.

"I know you."

"Probably. Been coming here for years. Join in if you'd like."

What a weird dude. I nodded goodbye and headed off on the bike, bringing that little hopped-up motor to life and aiming her force back at the pavilion. I arrived to find Chris talking to my mom. They greeted me and showed me the map. More had been filled in! Strangely, some portion of it seemed off.. There was a mountain nearby that was covered in strange mud or rot that was obscuring the detail of the clay typography before. I wiped most of it off with my hand and then placed that section back on the map, not really any clearer on why it was like that. I resolved never to go near there. Chris said I could keep using ol' betsy, so I just immediately turned it around and went back toward the snow. When I saw the depression again I went clear around it and saw a rocky path going up a hill back into normal, non permafrost woods. Going up the hill I realized that the bike didn't have as much power as I'd hoped. It was a bit of a struggle to get up, but when I reached the top I saw something pretty iincredible. Beyond me the path continued down into a valley, and at the bottom was the ruins of a pretty massive pioneer era building. I ripped down the hill toward the place, but the closer I got the more of it was complete. It wasn't being built by magic, it was just the draw distance of my dream had not allowed those sections to load visually. By the time I got there I could hear people inside. I put the kickstand up and went in. I was not prepared for the inside.

I am surrounded by naked women. Some of them are insanely beautiful, some more average looking, but none who wouldn't turn a head on the sidewalk. I walk through the house, seemingly ignored by the occupants. I think they're part of the building, and I am the only guest. None of them engage me or pay me much mind, they just continue on with seemingly scripted movements and conversations. Two of them in another room begin to kiss. I walk downstairs to the basement, it's warmly lit. Entering the first room on the right, I see a bed and sit down for a moment to collect my thoughts. Where the hell am I.

"Hey"

A soft voice, like a tired girlfriend welcoming me back home in the early hours of the morning. The smell of hot cocoa. I look up. It's Scarlett Johansson. Spread so effortlessly on a chaise longue, she smiled softly at me, her eyes locked on mine. Sitting next to her against the other wall was another actress, a beautiful girl who I surely recognized but could not place. I said nothing, just waiting to see what was to happen. It happened quickly, yet at a glacier's pace all the same. Scarlett rose up, slinking with the practiced elegance of a feline huntress. She turned to the girl with a smile.

"Wait here for me baby"

She was soundlessi in her approach. I find her arms around me, her mouth kissing mine. She pulled back and smiled again, holding my complete consciousness in palm. Her eyes telegraphed a message to me. There was more to come. The giddy fire of a child on christmas rose up inside me. She had presents. She held my hand and lead me up the stairs. We were giong somewhere, but I knew that every inch of this house was crawling with other women, and I wanted just her. This place must be designed to fulfill your wildest carnal dreams. I had a greater idea of where I was now.
I grabbed Scarlett, finding myself already naked, and slid in her. I will forever be amazed by the power of this sensation when dreaming. The element of reality is missing, and it cannot be compared to the real thing in all of it's delicacy and presence, but that does not detract from the raw bliss.

I am at the top of an old wooden staircase, slamming one of the world's most beautiful women from behind. And somehow, I remember to pull out. I guess all of my practice in the real world has trained my subconscious for this moment in a deep way. She smiles at me, and then walks away, continuing on her scripted path through the halls. This place must have a lot of money, because she is the real thing, no android or lookalike, and this is what she does. I walk through the house and see more and more famous women, and a few patrons who have entered since I did. I leave, and go up the hill. I find a place crowded with people and carnival games. This entire woods must be one spread out retreat. I head back down to the shack to take it all in, and I see my dad and Paul M on a hill nearby looking down at it. My father is purchasing the pleasure cabin as his retirement investment. How he has so much money I have no idea. They leave to go celebrate the moment, and I speak to a man on the hill, which I now see is covered in hundreds of shirtless old men, like an old roman bath.

In the final moments of my dream, I look up and see the rain finally pouring, the grey sky giving in to its own weight. I open my mouth and feel the rain on my tongue, and then spit some out.

I wake up, and realize that I just spit a big gob of saliva onto my pillow. Gross.

What a strange one. It began at a clubhouse of sorts. I was hanging out with some friends of mine when Sophie Mccarthy showed up. We started talking and she guided me to her room in the house. We then had extremely vivid sex. One of the most present moments I've ever had without being lucid for sure.

The main part of the dream was much more strange. I was accompanying/guiding/controlling a team of super powered beings. They were kind of like overwatch, but they were people I knew. I realized after a while that some of them were honestly fighting crime while the head of the group, this girl called valkyrie, was simply using everyone for her own gain. When I came to realize it I left them to their own devices.

At the end of the dream, I was with a friend of mine outside. It was raining, and we were on a hill. For some strange reason, there were people on the street either shooting a movie or a youtube video because they were doing extreme horse acrobatics in the street. I'm not talking your average Olympic equestrian here either, this was some next level shit. This one extremely fat woman was riding the main horse, and man that thing was having a real tough time supporting her. It was wheezing heavily, and with the rain on the hill, it was struggling to keep its footing. Suddenly, she started backing the horse up the hill. She rode it backward up the hill, then turned right and went backward up a ramp! The ramp was a quarter pipe, so of course, it was completely vertical at the top. The magnificent beast made it 95% the way up there, almost getting on the platform before her massive frame caused his stature to snap, and he slammed into the ramp, sliding down it with tremendous speed and across the hill through traffic, impacting the curb on the other side of the road. He looked like a horse ragdoll. Why would you let such a fat lady ride a horse backward up a slope? Who would do this?

The horse lived, though. No way I would let that happen.

I watched a long war draw out between two ancient forces. The tactics were brilliant and borrowed from the romans, and when the smaller force came out on top I left for a new land. I found myself at the old farmhouse, and in the distance I could see a large commotion. Iron man was in the field fighting some monsters. I hear a voice say, "truly, Iron Man is weak". Suddenly I was a new character, a superhero that does not exist. He was like Iron man, with a less powerful suit but more skill. Think bat man, played by brad pitt. Suddenly I was this guy, and flew off in my suit directly at Iron man. I attached a small tracking device to him that scanned his eyes, and then cybernetic eye implants in my brad pitt body allowed me to gain access to his computer system, where I shut off the suit and he died in battle. I now reigned supreme. I woke up.

Later on I had another dream that was just so strange. I was stewie griffin, and I was in a world where cartoons and fictional weirdos had come together. There was a monster eating someone around every corner, and no matter what I did I could not figure out what was going on. Bright coloured fleshy balls were gyrating everywhere and my companions were powerless midget fairies.