lucid

This dream was odd. I had lucid and non-lucid moments, but my athletic ability to climb was truly surprising.

And so many dream signs!


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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The day is Halloween, and I am with my kids scrambling toget them ready to go over to their grandparent’s house. Last minute touch-upsto costumes and making sure the front door is locked, we leave and head over totheir side of town.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the dream their house is on a side street along SouthFirst, far from their real home. A privacy fence surrounds the front yard andI’m not accustomed to walking through a gate to get to their door. Inside thehouse the living room is decorated for a Halloween Party, and a few pumpkinscan be found in the corners of the room instead of outside.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The clock says it is close to 7:00 P.M. but the sky stillhas light in it. I am just about to leave with the kids when the phone rings.The random person who answers it tells me that my daughter’s teacher is on thephone, and I can’t imagine what could be so important that she would call onHalloween night. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Reaching for the corded white phone I say Hello with aquestioning sound, still not sure what could be so important as to call now.She explains that she is in north Austin and wants to know if the neighborhoodaround the school is a good place for trick-or-treating, knowing we live rightacross the street from the school. I wonder why she is in north Austin when Iknow she lives southwest.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Gesturing with my hand as I speak I explain to her thatnormally she could come visit us and see that the school neighborhood is agreat place for trick-or-treating, but seeing as we are at the grandparent’shouse we aren’t handing out candy at home this year. I think about whichneighborhood I should recommend, debating in my mind the best places for candyand finding people home. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I think you should try the neighborhood around the school,“I tell her. “There are lots of people around with kids and there will be morecandy than going to some of the western neighborhoods. Of course, you couldalways come visit us off South First, lots of people over here giving outcandy.” I smile thinking about how much fun the kids are going to have, brieflywishing I could be one also.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“It’s already 7 o’clock. You probably have about 90 minutesto trick-or-treat, and every 30 minutes you delay reduces the chances ofgetting a good supply of decent candy. It would probably take you too long toget here. I suggest you either stay where you are or try the neighborhoodaround the school.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I feel disappointed that we won’t get to see her and herkids for Halloween but the thought of being helpful lifts my spirits. I reallywant them to have a good time.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I get off the phone and walk from the dining hall to theliving room, finding myself in the house I shared with my mom in the early90’s. I walked out the front door and found it was daytime, perhaps earlier inthe day than before, though I still felt it was just after 7P.M. People werearound inside and out as though I was holding a party, so I assumed that I mustbe having people over. Even my neighbors were out walking about the street butI did not recognize any of them.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the driveway stood a man with a motorcycle, an oldermodel clearly in need of repair. The body was black but the rims of the bikewere golden instead of the normal chrome typically found on bikes like this.The biker was likewise dressed in black, and his clothes appeared a bit rattyas though he had been wearing them for years. His attire seemed odd consideringhow hot it was outside.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The man turned off the bike’s engine as I approached andwalked to the opposite side of the bike from me. I noticed that fluid wasleaking from a seam close to where the front poles attached to the frame of thebike, and as I bent down to inspect it closer the leak intensified. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Your bike is leaking!” I said this with urgency, though notquite a shout. The man stopped and looked back to where I had indicated. “Isthat a problem?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I think it might be.” He said this matter-of-factly andthen smiled at me, his handlebar mustache flaring up as his dirty teeth peekedout from between his chapped lips. His oversized round goggles made his faceseem overly cheery despite the spike on his classic-style helmet.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The liquid came in contact with some hot part on the bikeand began to steam/smoke. The smell was part gasoline and part coolant, anunusual smell for a motorcycle. Some of the paint on the front column began todisappear, exposing grey metal beneath. I began to back away from the bike,expecting it to catch fire at any moment. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]This seemed like a good time to go indoors, and I headedupstairs. For some reason I felt I needed the phone again, and I grabbed it offa table in my upstairs room. People were out on my balcony and I looked aroundfor a quiet place to talk on the phone, the music playing in my room too loudfor a private conversation. I was aboutto choose the closet or bathroom as a good place to talk when something caughtmy eye outside.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Quickly turning to my right I heard a crashing soundaccompanied by a frightening rumbling sound, similar to the effect of a tankpassing by. I looked out the window and past the people sitting outside to seea yellow crane passing my house and turning to crash over the fence between myproperty and the neighbor’s house. A large scoop/wrecking ball was attached toa cable at the front of the crane.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Moderately upset that the man had driven the crane over myproperty and left deep grooves in the yard I suddenly realized that if he wasgoing to trash and demolish the furniture around the backyard pool I should askif I could have first-crack at some of the stuff before it became trash. Therewas some nice furniture over there.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I turned again and raced through the room, passing right onby the stairs to the first floor. I needed a quicker way down and I foundmyself on the front balcony, a structure that didn’t normally adorn the housebut something I had always wanted, and would have placed there had I built thehouse myself. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I found myself looking out from the third floor of what wasnormally a two-story house, and I briefly wondered how I was going to get downsafely if I wasn’t using the stairs. Becoming suddenly aware I was dreaming Iknew the best way down would be to vault over the railing and lower myself downto the second floor. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Getting over the rail was easier than I expected, and eventhe rough wood gave me no splinters as I climbed down. I did not feel my weightas I expertly lowered my feet to the second floor railing, the rough woodproviding plenty of grip to keep me from falling. Remaining on the outside ofthe railing as I brought my body down I repeated the maneuver I used, quicklyfinding myself just four feet above the ground. An easy landing brought me tothe grass in the front yard where the driveway should normally be, and I ranalong the side of the house to catch up with the mighty yellow beast.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The fence was destroyed and a moderate pile of debris andwhat used to be patio furniture sat next to the pool. I almost skidded as Imade the turn into the yard, running past the crystal clear water and over tothe patio near the hot-tub. I managed to catch the attention of the manoperating the vehicle as he approached. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The man was dressed in a blue button-up shirt, patternedlines all over the material. Khaki shorts and loafers completed his outfit, andhe stood before me like a man unsure of how to react. He appeared to be in hislate 40’s and was balding slightly on the top of his head. I suspected hisancestry to be northern European, his face round but flat on top with a widemouth and thin lips. He didn’t seem like someone who smiled often.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Hi, I’m your neighbor, Melanie. Welcome to theneighborhood! I was wondering, if you’re going to demolish everything could Ilook over any of the furniture or other things before you destroy them?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I gave him my most pleasant smile as I asked, dipping myhand in the beautiful water of the hot-tub, surprised to find it cold andinviting, just like the nearby pool. He stuck his hands in his pockets, lookeddown and scuffed his shoes in the dirt.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Shucky darn, “he replied. “I haven’t decided yet if I’mgoing to demolish everything. I guess so.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I believed he was indicating I could look around for thingsI liked though he never was any clearer with his answer. I turned my gaze tothe house over my right shoulder and saw a young girl, presumably his daughter,staring out at us from a wide window in the kitchen. She was probably aroundten years old, pretty, with long hair and a blue shirt. She sat on a stool andturned her head to the side when I looked at her, as though she was avoiding mystare. She seemed meek, possibly unsure of what was going on and how to react. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The kitchen was beautiful and seemed fitting for such a nicehouse. Wide, well-lit spaces with new appliances and furniture that looked likeit was made from polished bamboo or some other light-colored wood. I wasenvious.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Knowing I had done what I set out to do I knew it was timeto leave, telling myself that I didn’t want to upset this guy, particularly ifhe was going to be my new neighbor. He seemed like a nice dream character, Idecided. When I wake up, I thought, I should tell the people on DreamViewsabout him. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walked back over to my house and entered through the reardoor, the messy floor immediately coming into focus. The party must have endedand everyone had left, possibly when the giant construction vehicle had showedup. It had been a little scary.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I got some sleep last night and I had some interesting dreams. This one was lucid, involved flying, and I remembered DreamViews and the lovely people here!

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I have a false awakening and I’m lying in my bed at my dad’shouse in California. I find I am not in his current house but the one he hadwhen he lived in Alameda for 25 years. The bed is near the corner of the roomand to my left (while lying on my stomach) is a window, brightly lit by themorning sun. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The window is covered by paper shades, a thin material thatrolls up just like a typical window blind. I lift it up and when my eyes adjustto the bright scene I see the ocean. It’s a beautiful scene to wake up to. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Normally I should see another house from this window, but Ifind myself looking at water instead. I decide I want some pictures to show thepeople on DreamViews, to show off how beautiful the scene I wake up to is. Ifind my camera on the table and place it near the window. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Looking closer, I realize the window is a bit dirty, and Istart rubbing the glass with my finger. It isn’t working as well as I wouldlike, and I think how I hate this effect in dreams. I appear to be aware thatI’m dreaming but I can’t control anything yet. I continue cleaning the glass asbest as I can, hoping to make a nice clean spot for my camera lens. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Noting that some of the dirt is on the outside of the windowwhere I can’t clean, I give up and place my camera near the window. I move thecenter-point around, trying to get the camera to focus properly and adjustexposure, cursing myself for not bringing my film camera. The scene finallyresolves into focus, and I notice that I’m looking out at the bay, not theocean. In the background of the picture, across the water, is a large greymountain that doesn’t normally appear anywhere in the Bay Area.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I stare at the mountain for a minute, trying to figure outhow it got there. It’s not like a normal mountain, covered with trees orsnow-capped. Instead it’s almost smooth, as though it was covered with slopedglaciers. Fracture lines are visible in what appears to be ice, though I havenever before seen a glacier so dull.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I take a couple pictures of this scene and decide I would ratherhave some pictures from the beach, so I get up and walk out of the house. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Normally I would have to walk a few blocks and make someturns to even see water from his house, let alone get anywhere near a beach. Onthis day, however, an alley ran right along the side of the house which ledstraight to the water. I really wanted to fly to the beach and get therefaster, but normal flight didn’t fit in with my desire to swim, so Icompromised and flew on an air mattress. Like most of my flying dreams I movedas though I was in water, lying on the air mattress and pushing my handsagainst the air to move forward. I knew I was dreaming for sure but I had nodesire to change anything.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I flew past many houses and a couple of apartment buildingsas well, and as I came over a slight rise in the landscape I could finally seewater ahead of me. It was a pretty scene, and I tried taking pictures here butthe view wasn’t as open as I would like, and people kept interfering with myview of the water. I knew waiting would work out better.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Arriving at the beach I floated on through a cave in therock to a beach cove that had the most beautiful ocean access. The cove waswide, surrounded by rock except for the cave behind me, and had a nice sandybeach that any surfer would be proud of. The rock walls behind me shaded thecove from the early sun, and a number of families had set up their belongingsin the protected sides of the cove to avoid the wind. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I floated along the length of the beach and just took in theview for a minute. I remembered while I was there in the first place and tookout my camera, fixing my view on a distant buoy perhaps a half-mile out. Ittook my camera a while to focus but this time I was happy to not have anymountains in my view, just the beautiful ocean with some small white caps. Icouldn’t have been happier, and I thought about how great the pictures would bewhen I showed everyone on DV.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I woke up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I went to sleep late last night, later than I meant to. It may be the cause of my WBTB being so vivid.

Dream 1- Don't recall.

Dream 2 - I was lying in a bed and getting ready to have sex with someone who lives down the street. That's all I want to say.

Dream 3 - I am somewhere downtown, though I can't correlate my location to any known area. I have an appointment in a research building for some kind of evaluation. I kow it's something important but the paper I'm holding doesn't tell me what the test might be. Just an address which I can't read.
The building is in front of me, perhaps 150 meters long and approximately 3 stories in height. Windows are visible which should tell me how many stories but I can't seem to figure out if it was two or three. I just know it was tall enough for a three story building.
What stands out about this building is that every line, every edge of the building is colored in an electric purpley-magenta color, similar to an effect one might get from taking too many No-Doz and drinking a lot of caffeine and not eating for two days. It doesn't quite pulse but there is an alternating quality to the luminosity of the color.
I never get close enough to the building to enter it and the dream ends.

Dream 4- (WBTB after taking my daughter to school. Major Sleep Paralysis)

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m inside my house, in my living room, and I believe thetime to be around 4A.M. I hear a sharp noise outside, like a hammer bang, and Iassume it must be someone hammering in a campaign sign across the street at theschool like they do every time there is an election day coming up. I dismissthe noise initially, but then think it odd because it wasn’t repetitive and itdoesn’t usually occur at 4A.M.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look out the window to see what is going on, and notice it’sa bit bright for 4A.M. I decide to go outside and investigate myself. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Across the street is the school, and right in front is aportable building which isn’t normally there. As I come around the corner ofthe building I can see the source of the noise. Standing by the wall of theportable is my neighbor from down the street, a fellow parent whose daughter isin the same grade as mine. She is holding a small pry-bar/hammer and has usedit to remove a six to eight foot long piece of sheet metal from the side of theportable. Why would she do that, I wonder, and then realize it is probably tocover up her windows from an impending tornado. This makes sense to me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look around towards the nearby playground and see that alot of people are out and about for 4A.M. and the landscape is awfully brightas well. There is no apparent sun but the scene around me would suggestotherwise. Occasional patches of light and dark would dance over the ground,alternating places as my mind tried to decide if it was night or day. I think Isaw the moon at one point and confirmed it was night, just a very bright night,brighter than any night ever. The sky changed color a few times, from purplishto white, depending on my thoughts at the given moment.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Knowing it was night I checked my watch to confirm,something I read about on the forum only yesterday. My watched show it was3:23A.M. so I knew I was right about it being night but I checked again and it nowsaid 3:29A.M. I knew that 6 minutes hadn’tpassed since I last looked at my watch so the test worked and I must bedreaming. Still, even this didn’t surprise me.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I started to head back in the direction of my house, thoughI am still on the school property. Ahead I spot a group of kids on thesidewalk, and I recognize one of them as a friend of my daughter’s. As theyapproach the kids become recognizable, though I never give them names. All arelaughing and seem to not be able to stand still.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Does your mom know you’re out this late, C?” I ask the girlI know well. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“No.” She says this matter-of-factly, and gestures to thesurroundings which are very bright. “She doesn’t care.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I know I’m dreaming but it doesn’t alter my parentalinstincts. “Go home!” I tell her, and the group leaves. They walk down thestreet and while I know she doesn’t live that way I accept her actions as ifthey were normal.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Inside my house the TV is on, and Jen is sitting in theliving room. I look out the window to make sure everything hasn’t changedoutside. Indeed, the light is still there, though it seems to want to change todarkness because of my thoughts that say it is night. Patches of light and darkalternate prominence in my field of view. I want it to stay light out and mywill is strong enough to keep it so.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Do you see what I see?” I ask.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I don’t tell her what I see because I don’t want to suggestan outcome and have the visual change at my suggestion. I can recognize that Iam able to control how it looks outside by thought.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]She indicates that she also sees the phenomena and that itseems rather unusual. In my mind it becomes unexplained and in need of ananswer.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]On the TV a weather announcer is displaying the currentradar picture for Austin and talking incessantly about the storms. A green massis displayed right over the city, and it swirls around in fast motion, too fastfor any normal storm. It seems to cover several counties in Central Texas.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Storms and tornadoes in this area, the weatherman indicates,pointing to the green blob. I zoom in to the image and I don’t see anythingsevere indicated, which seems good, but I also don’t understand why we arehaving a tornado, and it seems like an odd weather event. Perhaps this is whyit’s bright outside, an unusual weather phenomenon.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Again I look outside and while it remains bright, there isno rain, contradicting what is shown on the TV. I can’t explain this, and takeit as another weird sign.[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I wake up, and my body will not come to an alert level. Ihave the sleep paralysis and it takes me some minutes before I can move. When Ido it takes great effort to move my legs and hand. I feel like I have beenperforming vigorous activity in my sleep. A full 15 minutes pass before I evendecide to stay alert and awake.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]Last night was an incredible night for dreaming! Not the best ever, butpretty damn good![/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I skipped going back to sleep yesterday morning and went to bed earlier thanusual, and the results were fantastic! I not only had lucidity but thoughts pertaining to the forum plagued my mind all night long.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]Falling almost immediately to sleep from SP I went right in to dreaming,something I don't usually get to do on the first sleep cycle, but as I havebeen ill of late I was apparently ready for dreaming. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I saw in front of me a patch of woods, brambles perhaps, surrounded byforest. The foliage was thick, deep, and concealed anything behind it. Lookingat it for a moment I realized that I wanted to see a wolf there (seemedfitting) and on command one appeared.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]A white wolf poked its head right out of the middle of the shrub and simplystared at me, eyes aglow with an unnatural color. For most people this might bea frightening image, encountering a hungry-looking wolf in the middle of theforest but I was not scared, and instantly I knew I was dreaming. My desire hadbrought the wolf to appear.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I spoke to the wolf. "You're a dream, aren't you?" The wolf saidnothing, nor did it cock its head, but I could see its tongue ever so slightly.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]"Hmmm..." I thought for a second. "Go get your friends!"[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]The wolf retreated into the bush, barely disturbing the leaves as it went. Iwaited, thought I heard a little noise from behind the brush, and then, likemagic, the wolf returned, as did five of its wolf friends. Six heads were nowstaring at me, all with the same unnatural color and stare in their eyes. Theywere all white wolves but there was enough variation in the coloring, style offur, and shape of their heads to make each one appear distinct.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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You're my friends, aren't you?" They didn't reply, but their expression said that it was true what I spoke.

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]This is cool, I thought, now what do I do with them?[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]This thought triggered the memory of the Lucid Task of The Month, and Irealized I couldn’t remember what it was. I started to get scared that I wouldlose the dream, and I began chanting over and over, “Task of The Month! Task ofthe Month! Task of the Month!” This helped stabilize the dream and I remainedlucid. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I next turned my attention to remembering what the task was. I rememberedsomething about a toy…and then it hit me with a flash! Bring my toy to life! Itried imagining my stuffed Poof-Dog, which normally looks more like a deaf-mutegopher than a dog, but he’s quite old so he deserves a break. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]Conjuring an image of him was harder than I thought, considering how lucid Iwas, and the best I could come up with is my daughter’s stuffed dog which shealso named Poof-Dog. Unlike mine, it has ears and still retains a little fluffto its coat.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I brought it to life and made it life-size, and it looked like this:[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman][IMG]http://cache2.artprintimages.com/lrg/21/2144/ZCBCD00Z.jpg[/IMG][/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]It stood next to me on a leash and looked up at me happily. He was clearlyready to be played with.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I think my disappointment in not conjuring my own dog (I knew in the dreamit wasn’t my Poof-Dog) is what caused me to lose lucidity, and if the dreamcontinued on at all I don’t remember it.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]2[/SIZE][SIZE=2]nd[/SIZE][SIZE=3] dream[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I found myself in an old brick building, like the ones built in the 50s and60s, with large glazed tiles on every wall, designed to be easy to clean buttotally soulless. I think the building came from an image of an athletic centeradjacent to a church, pulled from my memories and altered slightly. I was lastin the building during a Scouting event, perhaps three years ago.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]In the building I find myself at the bottom of a set of stairs leading downfrom the floor above. A small hall leads off to my right.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]In front of me is Kevin Spacey. He is wearing black jeans, a loose-fittingwhite shirt with buttons, and a belt. Gesturing wildly, he tells me how upsethe is with *something* and the only word I can think of to describe him is “maniacal”,and this is more of a thought than anything spoken in the dream.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I woke up with the word “maniacal” filling my head. Not mad, not crazy…maniacal.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]3[/SIZE][SIZE=2]rd[/SIZE][SIZE=3] dream[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I find my thoughts filled with reminders of lucidity, probably due to continuousinfluence of the forum. These thoughts seem to run around my mind all nightlong.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]The first thing I can recall is standing on the side of a hillside road in California.The road is curvy, with switchbacks, and both sides of the road are coveredwith thick grasses and the occasional wildflower. The grass is tall, brittle, andyellow in color as often seen in California on the western slopes of hills thatborder the Bay Area. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]Standing a few feet in front of me is Patrick Stewart. He is wearing blackpants, sleek, like the ones he often appears in on STTNG. His shirt is white,thin, and cottony. It makes him look human, more like the actor and less likethe Captain of the Enterprise.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]In a moment of lucidity I try to get him to say, “What the fuck is thisshit?” like I’ve seen in a few of the memes on the net. He won’t say it, andwhile I can make the words appear in the air around him he refuses to say thewords. I’m not sad but it is disappointing.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]4[/SIZE][SIZE=2]th[/SIZE][SIZE=3] dream[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]Fragment – I’m getting ready for my doctor’s appointment, a real-life event,and I know I’m late, but I don’t care because I can just reschedule ifsomething happens and I miss it.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]5[/SIZE][SIZE=2]th[/SIZE][SIZE=3] dream[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman](False Awakening)[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]It is morning, and I have to get myself and my daughter ready for school.(In real life I have already done this. I’m sleeping in the chair in the livingroom while waiting for an alarm to go off, telling me it’s time to go to myappointment for my blood check.)[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]I walk into the bedroom and start taking off my clothes, first my pants,then my underwear. I briefly wonder why I’m taking off my underwear when Imeant to wear them today. My daughter walks in and I tell her to go put herclothes on, we don’t have a lot of time. I turn around and walk to my dresser.Reaching in to my underwear drawer I select a pair of grey bikini briefs andslip them on.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]The dream fades and I’m awake. I’m not thinking of the dream, just of mybladder, and I head to the bathroom. I pull down my shorts and underwear, andsuddenly the dream hits me like a brick, and I honestly don’t know if I’m awakeor not. I do a quick nose-plug RC and find that I’m awake. I finish in thebathroom with a weird feeling of déjà vu.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Times New Roman]Walking in to the bedroom I head towards my dresser, and right on top of myunderwear drawer is the pair of grey bikini briefs I put on in the dream. Thefeeling was mind-blowing. [/FONT][/SIZE]

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]So, this dream is rather long and involved, though detailsare going to be hard to come by. I have not included even half of the visualdetail that I can recall from this dream, which remains clear despite not beingrepresentative of places in the real world.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The initial setting appears to be in the house of mychildhood best friend though I believe the dream began long before the firstscene I can recall. I walk from the hallway into the living room and I thoughtI heard someone in the house say there were wasps in the room. Posh, I thought,and headed over to the window. I think I bumped into the hive, a structurehanging in the window like a misshapen bee hive but filled with large wasps.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I possibly attempted to close the window or the bump startedthings, but either way the wasps were mad and began to swarm out of their hive.I immediately turned tail and began yelling and herding everyone to the back ofthe house, towards the back bedrooms. Wasps were not far behind.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m not sure how many people were around, somewhere betweenfour and twelve, I think. I got everyone to go into the bedroom to the right,knowing that it had a connecting passage in the loft to the other bedroom if weneeded the space. Everyone was beginning to catch their breath though I wasstill alert, and I noticed one wasp had managed to enter the room with us. Itwas flying around and didn’t seem too interested in stinging anyone, yet itclearly needed to die.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]FWAP! Someone swatted it out of the air and onto the floor.Its legs were wiggling around in the air and the wasp curled its head towardsits abdomen, as if it was trying to sit up. Someone said I should stab it andkill it, so I picked up a nearby nail and prepared to plunge it in, a maniacalfeeling of power coursing through me. I brought the nail down and ran it intothe body of the wasp. The nail stuck in, but the wasp was still alive, and Iworried that it was suffering. Perspective altered a little and the wasp seemedbigger, and I seemed smaller, though just for the moment as I pushed the naildeeper into the wasp’s body, piercing its exoskeleton and driving it through tothe carpet bed.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m not sure how, or why, but as a group we all left thehouse, possibly exiting through the back side door that led to the rear patio.From here it was time to go to work. I led my daughter into a front office tohang out in while I worked. Other children were in the building also.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Details of my work are somewhat fuzzy, though I can recallbeing tired and put out at the end of an eight-hour shift. I was sweaty also,and I can’t imagine why. This is the moment when I should have been ready to gohome, but instead I was led by someone to an adjacent warehouse-style buildingwhich housed the industrial aspects of the company. I was told I was needed tohelp get work done there.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Inside the building were large machines powered by equallylarge motors, all connected by piping and conduits hanging overhead and paintedblue. The noise from these machines was quite loud, though I was still able tohear voices properly. The room itself was cavernous, impressively large forsuch an operation, and filled wall-to-wall with equipment of various kinds. Thesetup reminded me of jobs I had at a couple of my previous companies, which wasprobably why they wanted my assistance.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]All large loads were moved by either forklift or palletjack, and I knew how to operate both. I wanted to show my skills to my unknownsupervisor so I grabbed one of the pallet jacks and stood on the forks,propelling myself down the hall using one foot. As I approached the drop-offfrom the warehouse level to the parking lot below, I made a sharp left turn andbrought the jack to a stop right at the edge, demonstrating that I couldmaneuver it with expert skill. I was smiling but it only lasted a moment.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Off to my right was the parking lot that ran between thewarehouse I was in and the building I had been working in just a little whilebefore. A group consisting mainly of children was being led up to the warehouseto help with the work, though I couldn’t imagine why they would want children.The lot looked dejected and moved slowly. Clearly none of them had any interestin working.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The group was brought inside and led to a number of worktables with chairs all around them. On the tables were components and suppliesfor assemblage, parts to some unknown item that I never examined closely. Ifeel like there were art supplies also, so the children could color, as thoughtheir artistic creations were some form of work. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I skated around the room on the pallet jack a bit andexamined some of the machinery as best as I could. It was an impressive setup,and I have always been somewhat fascinated by machinery and pumping equipment.I was familiar with some of the machinery but not with the actual industrialprocess occurring there. The building interior was a lot cleaner than any ofthe ones I had ever been in.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I headed back towards the front area of the warehouse whereI had entered initially. Some of the men were storing equipment and palletjacks right in front of the loading doors and the exit door also. I knew thiswas going to be a problem for the morning crew which would have to move allthat equipment to begin work unloading supplies from arriving trucks. It was also a fire hazard.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I went looking for the supervisor-in-charge, and found hertowards the back of the building, in a hurry to leave. She was a tall woman,skinny, with curled hair that hung just below the shoulders. Her appearancesuggested she was in her late 40’s, like an uglier Sarah Jessica Parker if thatis possible. Her clothes were clearly not suited for a manufacturing floor, adress suit and white heels which enhanced the sickly paleness of her skin.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“We really shouldn’t store all that equipment and thosepallet jacks in front of the exit and loading doors. It creates more work inthe morning when shipments need to be unloaded, and it makes it harder foreveryone to leave today.” I said this in an urgent yet polite tone.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I don’t think it’s a problem, “she replied.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“We could take all the jacks and line them up in a row alongone side of the path between rows of equipment,” I continued. “This would makeit easy to grab a jack as it is needed and wouldn’t block any doors.” I was inmy element now, and probably as lucid as I could get.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The woman clearly did not want to entertain my idea and wasin a hurry to leave, so I added, “Having them in front of the exit is a majorfire hazard, and if one of the big bosses were to come in and see that heprobably wouldn’t like it; Even more so if the facility were to get inspected.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I don’t care. I want them there.” She was short with thisresponse, and as soon as she said it she fled down the back stairs and on intoanother part of the building, presumably towards her exit. Something was wrong,and I couldn’t believe I had failed to persuade her.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I went back up to the front of the building and found mydaughter. She was asking me how long we needed to stay, and I told her I didn’tknow.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Turning slightly I asked someone how much longer I needed towork, and they said, “Until you’re 40!” [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I wasn’t sure if this meant I needed to work to that age, orstay until I reached that age, or if it was merely an odd reference to 40 hoursper week. The man’s laughter didn’t help, and all the children working in theplace still bothered me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I decided the best course was simply to take my daughter andgo home.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And we left.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]This should be interesting to write up![/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m in south Austin in my dream, and I drive to somewherealong MoPac, west of Barton Creek, near the mall and Temple Inland. I thinkthis might be where I visited the Daycare Center initially, though I’m not surewhy. I believe I was taking my daughter to school, though if this was true I’vegone way too far west of the actual school. I do know that my thoughts are thatit’s okay to leave the car here because I can just walk across the greenbelt toget home; I’ve done it before in my life.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m still in the center when Grandma and Grandpa show up.Grandma is crying, and she says it’s because she is sad that children aregrowing up! I know she means that she misses when my daughter was little, andit is really affecting her. Tears are pouring down her cheeks and she isbawling like a baby. Grandpa is standing nearby ready to offer her a tissue butI never see him do anything but stand there with his hand on her shoulder.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]My dream transports me home, and when I arrive I find my sonis still home. I ask him why he didn’t go to school and he tells me that hedidn’t want to and no one made him so he stayed home. I get a little mad and make him get dressedbecause I’m going to take him to school.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Around this time I have a random discussion with someoneabout where Shoal Creek is. Someone is saying a certain development is on thesouth side of the river because that’s where Shoal Creek is, but I arguelucidly that Shoal Creek is on the north side of the river, and I conjure a mapfrom my mind that displays Austin very accurately. I zoom in on the map andshow them the location of Shoal Creek on the north side of the river betweenLamar and the First Street bridge. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“See!” I exclaim, pointing to the map with a stabby finger.“I told you!”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I take my son to school by some unknown means (recall my caris still somewhere west of MoPac) and drop him off, though the school doesn’tappear in my dream. From here I made my way to a daycare center behind theschool where a birthday party for some kid was going on. We didn’t know the kidand he wasn’t in school with my daughter, yet we were welcomed anyway. This isodd because I had already taken my daughter to school yet I feel her presencein the dream.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking to the back area of the daycare I find myself on aneighborhood street about two blocks north of the center. This is where theparty is occurring. I look around and see many of the neighborhood streets areblocked off at this intersection, and I wonder what the people in the areathink about that, not being able to access half the neighborhood. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Blue streamer is draped across each intersection and alongthe cross streets, limiting the party area to the one long block I am on. Awoman is nearby setting up party decorations and punch. I approach her.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“How do you manage to hold a party here and not piss offhalf the neighborhood?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]She gestures towards the houses and smiles. “The peoplearound here don’t mind. Nearly all of them are on vacation anyway.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look at the nearby houses and notice that no one isaround. The streets are quiet, there are no cars driving around, no peoplewalking dogs, and all the homes seem empty. Driveways are notably unoccupiedand some homes have the windows taped up with brown paper. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]A brief thought crosses my mind that with so many peopleabsent it would be a good time to try breaking into a house or two. It wouldn’tbe difficult with so few people around, no one to see what happens at night.This thought passes quickly.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My view of the neighborhood shifts and I find myself flyinglow over one of the streets to the west, and while the flying did not triggerlucidity at first, what I notice next does. Right in the middle of theneighborhood is a small building, no bigger than a small house, made ofcinderblocks and windows. The windows are covered up with newspaper to keepprying eyes from seeing inside, and there is a sign above the door running thewidth of the building.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Oh wow! It’s SkinnyButts! I have always wanted to go toSkinnyButts!” [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Now I realize that I’m flying in a dream, and I decide Iwant a closer look inside the place. I fly myself over the building and hovernear the top of the window out front, a small corner of the window barelyuncovered. I can see inside to a kitchen and I can see a woman in a blue dressinside. I recognize her as a stripper or erotic entertainer of some kind,because that’s what SkinnyButts is. Ofcourse, this place does not exist in real life but for some reason the idea ofit seemed really attractive in the dream. [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I thought about sticking around, or going inside andspending some time there, but I know I can’t be gone too long so I leave to goback to the birthday party.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At the party there is cake for the kiddos, chocolatestickiness on their faces and hands. The adults are eating cake and chili, anitem not normally found at a birthday party. I watch, thinking that someone isgoing to get sick.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]As I think this a woman who is standing before me andtalking suddenly turns to the side and spews a large volume of liquid and chilion to the floor. I felt like I made her be sick, and I knew that others wouldsoon be throwing up as well. As if oncue, several other people also throw up just as the first woman had. Nowarning, no gagging, just turn the head to the side and spew.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I head towards the front office, thinking I better get mydaughter and head out. On the way I pass a cat standing next to a refrigerator(which I later realize looks just like the one in my home) and as I walk by thecat throws up exactly as the people had, as though a hose were inside the catspewing brownish liquid. I thought, “What kind of asshole lets a cat eat chili?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At the front office I walk up to the man operating the frontdesk and phone. I’m about to tell him I’m going to take my daughter home but I noticehe is on the phone. I instead turn to my daughter’s backpack and begin lookingfor paper and a pen. I spend the next two minutes trying to legibly write mymessage, and then I add that the chili is bad and no one should eat it. Thistwo minutes is tedious as writing legibly in a dream isn’t always easy, yetsomehow I finally managed it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I get ready to give the note to the man, who lookssuspiciously like Barry White, when I notice a note taped to his back, oddlysticking to the fabric of his sweater. I tug at it but it doesn’t come off, andhe laughs at it. He is apparently aware it is there, and doesn’t mind it. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The office Barry White finally gets off the phone and Ireach over to hand him the note when suddenly he throws up! I couldn’t believeit! It got all over the floor and his pennyloafers, though he managed tocontain most of it to a small waste basket.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I guess I don’t need to tell him about the chili,” I think,and retract the note. I decide not to bother him as he seems occupied with hisown issues. Instead, I walk down a hall perpendicular to the one I have beenin, and along the front of the building. Here I find my daughter playing with anumber of other children along some carpeted risers and multi-level play areas.I ask her if she wants to head home, and then decide she can stay if she wantsto because there are a number of adults I trust nearby. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk out of the building and over to some nearby benches,and I realize I am in front of my son’s middle school. Various people arenearby hanging out, playing Frisbee and cutting classes. I talk to a Koreanmale who I believe to be in college though he has the youthful appearance ofsomeone in high school. He is friendly and chatty, and mentions that after theparty he and some friends are going to head over to SkinnyButts. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I find myself in a dilemma. My intention had been to go getthe car, which is still on the south side of the river along MoPac…but I wantto go to SkinnyButts as I have never been there before. I ponder how long itwould take to get the car; I could walk across the river and head down thefreeway and get the car, or I could walk across and then wait for a cab to takeme. I decide that either one would take just as long, considering the wait timefor cabs to show up, so I’m still stuck. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Knowing that I will be gone for a while and that I have somedisposable time, I decide to head over to SkinnyButts with my new friends.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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The following dream is rated DV-MA. It contains strong sexual content, and is intended for mature readers only.


[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][SPOILER="The Stucco Tee-Pee"] I begin in my former home, the one I lived in until I was19. It’s a school day and several high school friends are over, hanging out andmaking noise, prior to school time. Outside, I can see lots of traffic, peopleand cars, and it seems like the school is right next door, similar to mycurrent house in real life. The time approaches for everyone to leave, and Ifind I am eager for them all to go so I can have some alone time. I don’t wantto go to school today, and on the spot I decided not to.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My “friends” all filed out of my house, talking andlaughing, their backpacks slung over their shoulders. Thank God, I thought, asthe last one left the house.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The windows outside were unlike any I have ever had in ahome. There were horizontal bars across the windows, though it seemed like theymight be a couple feet from the house itself, some kind of art-deco design thatI wasn’t sure I liked. Below the windows on the outside were xeriscaped cactusgardens and ground covered with white stone.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I thought that I might enjoy hanging out at home naked, andthe thought was pleasant, but all the windows in the house were open and un-shaded.Cars were still going by outside related to the school traffic and I didn’twant anyone to see me just hanging out in the nude, so I figured I would wait.To make the time more stressful I felt as though someone were still in thehouse, possibly my mom, the last person I wanted to see me wandering around thehouse nude.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walked towards the east side of the house, still indoors,and then walked to a side window. I could see the front yard towards the street,and immediately I became concerned. There was a space of land between my houseand the neighbor’s house, land that wasn’t fully used or developed. Towards thefront of the land three fir trees had been erected, each about 15 feet inheight, along with a sign which I presumed denoted the formation of some kindof parkland. I became angry, bothered that the city and the neighborhood dogwalkers had somehow managed to create a dog park between our two houses, anunwelcome use for this tiny piece of land. It would mean strange people walkingright outside my house at all hours leaving little piles behind to indicatetheir recent visit. Ugh, I shook.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I made my way a little farther towards the rear of the houseand somehow managed to exit to the outdoors, though there is not a door on thatside of the house. I strolled towards the front of the unused strip of land,hoping to get a little more detail on what was going on. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]A noise caught my attention and I looked back to my house, lookingup to where I had heard the noise. The house was now grey, very long, and threestories tall. At the very back of the home was a high lookout, or upper deck,perched on the back of the house and covered by a roof. A set of stairs ledbetween this outlook and a rear entrance to the home on the third floor, and itwas here that I spied one of my close friends. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“What are you doing?” she asked.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Nothing, “I said. “I’m just looking around and gettingready to take a pee.”[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]To this she did not reply, and I tugged at the zipper on mypants. I abandoned any desires that may lie towards the front of the house andinstead walked along the strip between my house and my neighbor’s home. I haddecided to use his outdoor bathroom, and it was close in front of me.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My neighbor has constructed a very elaborate outdoorbathroom. Picture a wide and tall stucco tee-pee, almost the color of curryspice, open on one whole side. The opening faced the back of the house, a clearview into the windows of the home’s dining room. At the back of the tee-pee isa large, raised structure, like a cartoon volcanic crater, except the sides arewide and smooth, and also made of stucco. This is the toilet, a wide perch tosit on while doing one’s business. The view from this ‘pot’ is expansive, andalmost feels like it is designed to be the center of attention. Around thewalls of the tee-pee a low bench is constructed which blends into the stuccowalls. Everything about this “toilet” seems designed for people to come andwatch whoever is using it.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Indeed I can see the silhouette of my neighbor inside hishouse. At first I’m not sure it’s him but then I see him moving about and it’seasy to tell the shape is that of a masculine head. He is seated at his diningtable, and doesn’t seem bothered that I am using his toilet. In the dream it wasapparently a normal occurrence for me to use his toilet.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I perch myself on the top of the (basin) and take down mypants. I am suddenly male in this dream, and I pull out my penis, which seems alittle larger than normal. I wonder to myself if I could reach it and I find Ican indeed, placing the tip between my lips and licking my own member. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Hey, check out what I can do!” I shout to some unknownfriend passing by. “Hey.” He just ignores me, either not interested in what Ican do or too polite to look. I shrug it off as they disappear from sight, notdisturbed in the least.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Realizing my ability to control elements in my dream I makemy penis bigger, longer, allowing me to enjoy more of it in my mouth. I cantake in a large portion of the length now, and the sensations are likewisestronger. My results are satisfying.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look up and see that a dinner party is going on in myneighbor’s house, and a woman is setting the table. Her dress is black withwhite polka-dots and her hair reminds me of an early 60’s housewife, short andblack with some nice curls and waves to it. The windows which previouslyallowed me to see in have been replaced by double-doors, which are open, andthis is how I am able to see her so well.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Should I stop? I thought to myself. No, they don’t mind, andI’m enjoying this. I want to go all the way. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I have two hands on my shaft as I continue to suck myself,the thickness and fullness feeling good to my hands. Additionally I am able toenjoy the sensations I experience through my penis, and my arousal couldn’t be muchhigher.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look up and again I see more people, guests of the dinnerparty, and I think they are aware of my presence because they move to close thedouble-doors, an attempt to prevent the children in attendance from seeing myactions. The doors close, and I am left alone to enjoy my pleasures.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I continue mouth-stroking my penis, and the sensations arebeginning to build. I really want to have this orgasm, and though I’m notalways super keen on taking a load I find that this time I want to feel it inmy mouth. I want the taste, the feeling of shooting into my own mouth, thedouble-sensations I experience as a giver and receiver of extreme oralpleasure. I want it all.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m almost to the point of orgasm, and I can feel theswelling of my member as it gets ready to give up its seed. I nearly achievethe over-the-edge moment but it passes without release, and the tension easesup for a few seconds. I don’t want to lose this so I strengthen my efforts,tightening my grip and squeezing myself with my lips a bit tighter. I canimagine how it will happen, and I’m so ready for this experience. I am soclose, and again the feeling is building to near the point of true release![/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I wake up. :([/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Last night I had many dreams that I remembered in the night,but this morning I have forgotten most of them. Popeye is on behind me, andthat stupid song he sings is really hurting my brain, and my recall.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Let’s see what I remember.[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I recall walking along Barton Springs Road, by the DiamondShamrock. Water was falling somewhere, from something. I remember a drainageditch, and the water was green. People had been drinking from it, I believe.The water was reported to be good by someone but it was having a bad effect onpeople. I was convinced that something needed to be done about it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I remember being at Republic Park, and I had walked to thepark from the old court house across the street. I had a time of lucidity herewhen I decided to climb one of the trees, I think it was oak. As I climbed Iknew I was dreaming because (1) I could climb the tree with ease, (2) the barkdid not hurt my hands, and (3) when I finally jumped down from a high branchthe landing didn’t hurt at all. I failed to do a RC of any kind, but I alreadyknew I was dreaming. I called up to my son’s friend, Seamus, who had alsoclimbed the tree, and told him to jump down. I told him it would be okay andwouldn’t hurt because this was a dream. He jumped and was fine.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I had a feeling that I had already jumped before, which alsocontributed to my feeling of being safe in the tree. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Walking away from the tree I approached the street and mydaughter was there, with one of her friends. Seamus either morphed into my sonor disappeared and was replaced by my son. It happened behind me so I’m notsure which, I just know Seamus wasn’t there any longer, and my son was. Mydaughter’s friend was likely the same age as her but I knew my son liked thegirl, so I willed her to be older, about 10 years old instead of 7. She agedand her clothes changed slightly, and I sat down behind her and watched my sonsmiling. I don’t know why he liked her as she was so young (though I had triedto help him out by making her older) but I figured who was I to stop him fromliking someone? They talked for a little while and I sat and looked around,noticing we were in a classroom and sitting on stools, a blackboard behind myson. The wall was colorful with papers stapled all over it, undoubtedlycreations of children who used the classroom. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]This is an older dream, perhaps a week old, that I forgot towrite down. I took some notes when I woke up so I’m pulling that dream from mymemory. I know I have forgotten some details.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m racing through Zilker Park as part of a competition, orreality show. I passed by a fat Asian boy holding a lollipop. He was smilingand walking in the rain, wearing shorts that were about ten sizes too small. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I came to the bridge at the entrance to Zilker Park andthere was water flowing over it, lots of water. The rain had created quite aflood, and the runoff was flowing onto the bridge and down through a cutout inthe side of the bridge designed as an outflow. As I approached it the waterturned to ice, not smooth like a sheet but mixture of crunchy ice, snow, andwater. I slipped and fell, and my wonderturned to fright as I slid towards the opening in the side of the bridge. [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I must have got my footing at some point because stopped andgot up, peering over the side of the fall. I moved in slow motion to look overthe side, my view showing me exactly where I would have fallen to had I notstopped sliding. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The dream shifts and I am in north Austin, outside somestrip of office buildings. Two associates of mine (best word I have for them)had been waiting on my arrival. I had been delayed by driving the van throughrain and ice. They didn’t understand why I had such a big van and initiallymade fun of me, but I told them it was to help me move the drier and otherlarge pieces of furniture and appliances. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]After I loaded up some big objects into the van I turnedback towards the two men, who remained near the building. I walked across theparking lot to the table they were sitting at. Their stares were bent on an oldtelevision, perhaps 30 years old with a 14” screen. The News was on, and thereporter was saying that Jack Black was dead, apparently from falling andslipping down an ice/water fall on Barton springs Road. I put my fingers to myface and remembered what had happened. I said, “I was there, and I think I wasthe last person to see Jack Black alive.” I shifted into a memory of standingon the bridge and watching Jack black approach me, happy and loud as he usuallyis. As he approached me he slipped and fell down the outflow, landing on asmall island of rock and ice in the creek below. I even watched him fall, freaking out as hewent over the edge, but I seemed to skip over the impact and he was just deadand lying on the ice.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]At this point I was aware of the dream because I honestlywasn’t worried about Jack Black dying. I realized I never even bothered toreport it to anyone, and still wasn’t upset that it had happened. My memory shifted back to the table and thetwo men, and I told them what I remembered. No one ever seemed shocked.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I still did not report the death and left in the van. I wasdriving along a road in western Arkansas, a place I have never been in reallife. The trees are abundant on one side of the road, a fenced field on theother. My view is like a movie camera in a helicopter, an interestingperspective.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I traveled to a high school that looked nothing like the oneI went to. I’m in front of the school and many students were passing me. Iwalked to get onto a school bus, and for some reason my feet were not workingproperly, like I was partially crippled. Some kids asked me if I was O.K. and Ireplied I was, feeling happy that they were showing concern for me instead ofbullying me as I had feared they would. As I climbed up the same kids followedme onto the bus. I walked back a couple seats and found a place to sit. Iclimbed up onto the merry-go-round horse that I was supposed to sit on, usingthe back of another kid to boost me up. I had to get around a nearby baby toget to the animal-seat. Mounting the seat I began taking off my shoes, handingthem to a nearby boy who was reaching out his hand to help me. I thought, “Howpolite people are at this school, “and then I handed him my other shoe just asthe bus began to move.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I went to Amazon.com , a large building with slopinghillsides outside the entrance covered with a plant that had been carefully cutto a height of about 8 inches. I was standing outside the building on thesidewalk that ran along the perimeter drive of the parking lot usually reservedfor dropping off people at the entrance. I had a large plastic shopping bagwhich I was furiously stuffing small paperback copies of Isaac Asimov books intowith the intent of having them stored at Amazon. I stopped and debated with myselfabout putting all of them into storage, or whether I might want to keep someout for my own use.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And the dream ended.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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So, a little background. I was attempting to have a Lucid Dream to meet Tom Selleck, inspired by the Task of The Month thread. I would normally attempt to see Isaac Asimov (I'm a big fan) but as he is dead and I only ever saw a few pictures of him, I decided that Tom Selleck would fit as I spent a lot of time as a child watching Magnum P.I. and I still think he's awesome!


The first thing I remember is being in my home, though it was a little different as there were shelves all over the place, and they were filled with items like suntan lotion, beach balls, flip-flops, and the whole place smelled like coconut oil and rubber. I said to myself, "I must be in Hawaii!" and as I said this I turned around to find myself facing the beach. I was close to the waterline, perhaps ten feet from where the small waves were gently rolling up on the sand. Around me were a number of people, all busy moving umbrellas and lighting equipment and some cases that contained equipment of some kind.

Immediately I thought , "Ooh! I'm going to meet Tom Selleck! I wonder where he is?" I saw a tiki bar to my left and I headed in that direction, knowing it might be a good place to find him. On the way there I realized I was very thirsty, and I couldn't wait to get to the bar. A large equipment case was near me, placed halfway in the water, and there was a Ginger Ale on top. I saw a guy who I thought I recognized nearby and I asked him, "Do you mind if I have some of your drink?" He turned around and I was disappointed to find that it was Stephen Spielberg. He looked bothered that I had asked to have some of his drink but he just said, "Yeah, go ahead."

I didn't hesitate to pop the tab on the can and drank a third of the beverage in no time. I placed it back down and said, "Here. I only drank a third of it." He grumbled but didn't say anything about it. He instead approached me directly and said, "We need you on set right over there." He pointed to a nearby spot in the water where the crew was setting up props, and I realized I was an actress. I looked down and decided that I wanted to be wearing a grass skirt, and by the time I saw my lower half the skirt was there.

Despite Stephen Spielberg's lackluster attitude I was excited, and I asked, "Is Tom Selleck around here? I really want to meet him." The director replied, "He's not here today." and walked off, leaving me standing in the waves. I was sad, and my disappointment ended any chance of lucidity I had.

I walked back to the hotel and went to my room, a large space with big windows and white curtains and sheets. The bed was large and soft, and I sat down on it. The walls were brown, and normally I wouldn't pick that color for walls but it looked nice. TV didn't interest me so I went downstairs to the bar. I was going to order a drink but I realized I needed to use the bathroom and went off to the side of the bar and back into the stockroom, where a toilet was located and surrounded by clutter. I had to pull it out from the clutter to even be able to sit on it.

Apparently tropical drinks weren't agreeing with me that day and I had a fairly soft *poop* that I wanted to get rid of before anyone saw me. I thought I was reaching for the toilet paper but instead I was using paper towels, which were effective in cleaning my butt yet also effective at spreading the mess. I got some on my shirt at one point and I clickly removed that.

When I finally cleaned myself up I went back out to the bar and PhilosopherStoned was tending bar. He had a large scar on his head and was wiping down glasses with a rag. He just gave me a smug look and I walked on past.

I stepped from the bar to an office building, or school (not sure which) that was located in the city of Westlake Hills, on the west side of Austin. The office(?) was managed by a large black woman in a blue uniform, and she was chewing gum.

And then my dream ended.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My dad has taken me and the family to Manfred’s Restaurant,in San Francisco. Manfred’s is a diner-style burger joint, complete with boothsand a long bar with barstools. Behind the bar is where the waitresses stand,taking orders and serving up witty remarks.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At the end of the bar, far from the door, two old guys sitand talk, and by their appearance and familiarity with each other it’s obviousthey sit here every day, rain or shine. Both men are in long overcoats and havetheir hats sitting on the bar next to their food.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We are led to a booth somewhere near the back of therestaurant, across from the old guys. I ask if the burgers are really big, andthe waitress holds up a plate with a massive burger on it. The bun is threetimes normal size, the meat is double-layered and heavy, and the cheese ismelting out the sides, peeking out from under the lettuce and tomato. Somepickle slices are on the side.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“That is a BIG burger, “I tell her.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“You bet it is!” the two old men chime in unison.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“…but I don’t want to see even a single pickle with myburger, do you understand me?” I try to make this last point clear withoutsounding like an ass.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The waitress replies, “No problem!” She turns around to submitthe order to the short-order cook behind her.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]While my order is cooking I decide to leave my group andstep outside, for air or a change of scenery I don’t know. What I see outsideis so unexpected I nearly drop my jaw in amazement.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Standing in front of me, larger than life, are magic horses.I know of no other way to describe the sight before me. One horse is standingon top of another horse, perfectly balanced, and the bottom horse is walkingpast the restaurant, seemingly part of a travelling magic show, or possibly anew circus act on the way into town. I’m staring at this, just dumbfounded,amazed that such a feat is possible.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As the balancing act passes by, another horse appears to myright, and this animal is very tall, with legs twice as long as they should befor a horse. The element of magic is apparent in these animals, and I amreminded of when I was a kid staring up at animals bigger than me, wonderinghow they do what they do.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]All this excitement and fanfare is passing by, and I followa crowd of people moving in the opposite direction. I have only moved a fewfeet from the door and I come upon a pile of broken glass on the sidewalk, nearthe corner of the building. Being a helpful citizen I begin picking up thelarge, red glass shards. Some are larger than my hand, and all have sharpedges. Only half way through and with my hand full I pick up one more piece ofglass and get a small cut, though the sting is enough to make me jerk my hand,spilling most of the glass back onto the sidewalk.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m disappointed in myself but the pain is real, so I headback towards the restaurant, knowing I can get cleaned up inside. By the door,next to a large potted plant, I come upon another pile of broken glass, and Ifind myself wondering how so much mess got there.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Inside, the restaurant is now quite crowded, packed, and Iveer to my right to where I suppose the bathroom ought to be. I go up a set of three stairs and intoanother room filled with tables and hungry patrons, looking around for the dooror hall to a bathroom but none is visible. Either the bathroom has been moved,I think, or this restaurant has no bathroom. I had intended to wash my handsafter picking up glass but I guess I won’t.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk back into the main part of the diner and find mydaughter sitting on one of the stools, a strange man sitting next to her andgrinning wide. I sit down between him and her and put my arm around her,suddenly mad that my dad has left her sitting here by herself, while he and myson moved to the far end of the bar to get away from the crowd and the singing.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Off to my left and closer to the door a heavyset man isbelting out an almost operatic melody, but somehow it is comical and garish. Heis dressed in a blue cape, covering a white shirt and wide pants. He has a tallblack hat on his head, and is sporting a large, dark mustache. I presume he issome form of Italian opera clown, and I turn my back to him and his awkwardappearance.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I want to move down to the end by my dad, but suddenly Ifind myself on a moving bar stool, one of the most unusual experiences I’veever had in a restaurant. My stool is still attached to the floor, but thesection of the floor below me is moving, taking me and my stool in an ovulararc around the restaurant. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The other customers in the diner find this weird also, andmore than half of them leave, put off by a combination of confusion at themoving floor and the really bad singing by the fat man at the door. I don’tblame them. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]After three or four spins around the room the circulating floorstops, and I come to a rest halfway down the bar from where I had been.Standing up I find myself dizzy, wobbly, and disoriented, an odd sensation fora dream. I can’t recall ever experiencing this in a dream before, and I have abrief hint at lucidity.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk over to my dad, still sitting at the end of the bar,and I ask him where my burger is.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Oh, I sent that bad boy home.” He says almost gruffly,gesturing at the counter waitress. I presume he means he sent it back, and I amupset that my burger is gone. I’m hungry, and I need something to make up forthe glass and orbiting stool.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“No, it’s in here.” The waitress opens up my daughter’sbackpack and inside is my burger and the awesome French fries it comes with. Ilook around but there are no pickles, so I am satisfied.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Fast forward to the drive home; We are in my SUV, drivingtowards Alameda, and I’m talking to my dad casually. As we approach a freewayunderpass I turn to him and say, “I love you very much, dad, but if you ever doanything like that again, I’ll kill you.” I mean this in a non-violent way,jokingly, to emphasize how I didn’t like him leaving my daughter or placing myfood in her backpack, but I pause and contemplate what I just said, and I feelbad. I don’t want him to think I hate him, though I am upset, and now my mindis lost in thoughts of remorse.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I suddenly comeback to reality and find that no one isdriving the SUV, and I literally ask, “Who’s driving the car?” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT][FONT="Calibri"]And then I wake up.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]The following dream has been rated DV-MA, and is intended for mature audiences. It contains strong sexual content, and is not intended for those who might be offended by such material.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][SPOILER="Carnivorous Sex"][/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The time is mid-afternoon, and though it doesn’t appear tobe a school day my children are not at home. I’m standing in what is normallymy laundry room, but somehow it extends about 10 feet further out to the west,and my view is in line with the sidewalk which normally borders that side of myhouse.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I look out my window, four people walk right through myyard, conversing as they do so that walking through my yard is okay. The firstthree people are young black girls, two younger ones, and perhaps their oldersister. The older one is decently attractive, and has her hair pulled backtightly. She is wearing a white t-shirt, shorts, sandals, and has a dog on aleash. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As she approaches my window, the younger two having alreadypassed, I place my hands on my face and my elbows on the top of washing machineand just stare at her. I wonder what she will do and I’m semi-lucid at thispoint. She walks right up to me, staring into my face at window level, and Ismile at her. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The fourth person walking through my yard is a white woman,following a few feet behind the other three. As the young black womandisappears around the corner and out of view, the white woman starts to pass mycactus garden, and then also moves out of my sight.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Not two seconds later the white woman is in my back yard,and I am not sure if she has climbed the fence or if she came through the frontdoor. This never becomes clear but she does seem friendly, and is looking forcompany. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My laundry room is more a smoking lounge now, similar to howit is in real life. The deck which is attached to it and the structure of myhouse are not the way they appear when I’m awake, and I really enoy theredesign. Wood plank decking and a further extension to the house look nice,and I sit down comfortably.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Don’t worry, you can smoke in here.” I tell the woman. Sherelaxes and lights up a cigarette but it looks like a pipe. We are sitting infolding chairs, like the kind we normally use for outdoor concerts and campingtrips. The room is also more spacious.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Outside the room the wind has picked up and is gustingstrong. Leaves are swirling on the breeze and my hair is blowing about my face.This gets me slightly excited, knowing what such a wind must mean.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I think a storm is coming!” I say excitedly, and I lean outover a railing which previously did not exist. Below me is highway 290 east andI can see a storm cloud a few miles to the east of the house, which is startingto rise over the distant hill.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Oh, I love storms! My new apartment is over there!” thewoman says this in a coy way, knowing my love of storms. She now seems muchmore familiar than she did when she first appeared, and has taken on theappearance of someone I used to know years ago.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The storm cloud is quite ominous looking. The undersideappears to be rolling, like an angry sea, and is the most unusual shade oforange mixed with dark cloud. It almost looks as if the fading light of sunsetis shining on the underside of the cloud, and images from several sci-fi moviesrun quickly through my head. This is often the sign of a strong storm, oftenaccompanied by hail and strong winds. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Now I’m truly excited.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The woman leaves and tells me to catch up to her. I runaround the house, hurriedly get in my vehicle, and follow as fast as I can. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]It doesn’t take long to drive the two or three miles to thehills that appeared on the horizon from my home. The side of the hill facing meis well developed, with several shopping strips, a pizza place, and severalapartment buildings. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m looking forward to taking some pictures of the storms,and I’m almost giddy from being closer to them. The woman, who now seems likemy friend Carla from years ago, has driven behind the pizza place to herapartment building, so I follow. I never park or even exit my vehicle, yetsomehow I am no longer driving and have in fact entered the apartment. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At first, I don’t realize I have arrived at the locationbecause I am standing on a concrete balcony, or slight hill which is paved andhas a railing to prevent someone falling to the grassy retention area below. AsI turn around I finally realize I am in the apartment, and I begin to lookaround.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The apartment is not atypical, though probably a little morespacious than most, and has high ceilings which slant towards the center wall.A fireplace is on the west wall, surrounded on either side by windows. The deckI was on is behind me, and I am facing the middle of the living room and thefront door beyond. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the center of the room, “Carla” is comfortably loungingon the sofa. I start looking around and even peek out the front door, thoughthe only thing I see is a walkway and another apartment building. Some childrenare playing a ways down the sidewalk.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I close the door and walk back towards the sofa. As I do so,“Carla” jumps up and does a little spin, throwing her hands in the air as shedoes. I become aware that I am aroused by this, and even more unusual, I ammale. Looking down I can clearly see an erection making a bulge in my pants.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I stride forward and “Carla” lies down on her stomach on thefloor. Her body is incredible, and her tight jeans accentuate her ass and hug it in a way that makes me want to bury my face between her legs. I contemplate lying down on top of her, and even imagine the act ofpulling down her pants and entering her from behind, but I decide I shouldapproach her from the other side. I circle around her and approach her head,the open patio door and deck now behind me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Looking over my shoulder I realize that anyone on the roadoutside would easily be able to see us, should they look in our direction, yetthis doesn’t bother me. In fact, I think it arouses me more, and I lie downwhere she was, as she gets up and takes off her clothes.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]She is more beautiful than I remember her being.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In this moment I become fully lucid, and I want this dreamto go all the way. Too often my sex dreams fizzle at the key moment, and I donot want this to happen, so I tell myself that this time it will work out.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m lying on the floor and very erect (remember that I’mmale in this dream) and I reach for her as she straddles me. It’s a wonderfulsensation as she slides down on top of me, and I notice the feel of her skin onher back, the light sheen of moisture clinging to her body as her excitementrises. My hands go to her hips and I thrust deep into her, feeling my dickthrob as she squeezes me. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I can see out the open patio door and a bolt of lightning appears as I thrust hard, a bright flash that lingers as the air cools following the passage of thousands of volts. This imagery seems to complement my mood and as I stare up at her waves of desire and pleasure wash over me. Her breasts are nice and full, thrusting forward as she arches her back, her eyes closed and mouth agape, begging the sky for air as she gasps in time to my thrusts.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My perspective changes, like a movie camera panning around,and I can see the two of us on the floor as if I was standing near the sofa. Ican see the sliding glass door and deck behind us, and I really like this newview. I think I see a tattoo on her back, but I can’t make it out. She isriding me, head thrown back, and I am too involved in the sensations as she slides up and down onme, wonderful feelings that I still experience even though I no longer seem tobe occupying my body.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The view swirls around again and now I’m staring at her faceand chest, as though a camera is slightly over my left shoulder. She is reachingover her head, pulling her hair off her neck to vent some heat, and like me,she too is caught up in the pleasure of this impromptu union. I love the feel of her hands on me, the tickle of her hair, and her scent is intoxicating.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Sadly, and regrettably, I wake up, and the words,“Carnivorous sex,” echo through my mind, as if they had some special meaning towhat I was experiencing. I am very aroused, and a little bit sad that I didn’tget to finish. Still, the imagery and experience was memorable, and I lookforward to more. [/SPOILER][/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I am standing in an office building. The walls are thetypical granite paneling, and lighting is subdued but just enough to be noticedover the ambient light coming in the front windows. I am an agent, for someunknown agency, and I have been discovered in the building. Behind me and to myright is a security agent of the building, dressed in a dark suit, standingwith his hands crossed in front of his stomach. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The man talking to me has short blonde hair, and looks alittle like an asshole. He’s thin but not sickly, and wears glasses and awhitish-yellow shirt. He is grinning almost maniacally and seems almost excitedI was caught, because his plans for me are certainly evil.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Take her down to the lower levels, and show her what wehave in store.” The blonde man sneers this last part, as if to emphasize howmuch I will hate it down there.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I am led off by the agent and as we wait for the elevatordown I find myself too close to a concrete ledge with no protective barrier.For some reason, my leg is dangling over the side, and I feel slightly anxiousto pull myself back up and prevent my fall. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I kind-of skip over the elevator ride down and suddenly findmyself at the bottom of the tower/office building. I am able to see all thesupport structure for the building, braces and beams, all filling up acavernous basement area which is illuminated by large, rectangular lights andgreen lasers. The lasers are originating from the lights themselves, and I takea moment to ponder their function. It never becomes clear but it looksimportant, and it certainly make an impression. I decide it’s just an oddchoice of decoration and move on.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]x I am not indoors as expected but in an exterior space,hundreds of feet below ground surface, staring up at the tower which is supposedto be one of the tallest buildings around. Looking up at it, the structure isindeed immense, and I find myself in awe of its construction. Somehow thisdoesn’t seem like the torture I expected.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The agent, which had been following me, quietly slips into thebackground, and this seems like a good time to make my get-away. Running alongthe basement level I come to a more inhabited area, surrounded by offices,shops, and an escalator leading up. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Instead of taking the obvious escape route I duck into anoffice on my left. The office is empty, as is the attached conference room andthis suits me as I scramble around frantically looking for the rosemary breadfor the mice. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Scattered around the conference room are several baskets ofsliced bread pieces, all of which are quite yummy. One is a sourdough, anothera multi-grain, but I still can’t find the one I need. After searching throughfour baskets I finally come to the basket I need, which contains a variety ofbread I identify as rosemary. It has the appearance of a sourdough loaf slicedinto ½-inch pieces, all buttered and covered in herbs. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I taste a couple pieces, and it is quite good. Rememberingthat the mice need this bread I grab a half-dozen pieces and shove them in oneof the pockets of the smock I am now wearing. With nothing further to keep me here I run out of the office and downthe hall.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I reach the end of the hall I find myself in the thirdaisle of a toy store. My daughter is here and she is cutting out pictures froma catalog, some sort of project for school. The pictures she is cutting are oftoys she likes as well as images of babies, and I offer to help. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Taking up the scissors I begin to cut. There seem to be alot of people around and their commotion adds to the frantic feeling of the situation,and I cut faster. I know this is somehow important but I don’t recall herhaving this project assigned in school. Fortunately, the dream ends before Ibecome more impatient with my inability to cut a straight line.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]The following dream has been rated DV-R, by the DreamViews Association of America. It is intended for mature audiences. Parental discretion is advised.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]This dream contains images of another member of DreamViews. This dream is posted with permission.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]I attempted to find some good images for this post but my kids are always around, so just use your imagination.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][SPOILER="OPHELIA NAKED AND THE HOBBITS"][/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I have gone to camp, and the summer camp is located in myson’s middle school. Various older ‘teens’ are tasked with showing everybody totheir rooms, and I am led with a group of people down a hall which wouldnormally be located by the counselor’s offices in the middle school. The hallis painted grey and is lit by fluorescents which bring no life to the area. Iand four others are directed to the right and into what appears to be abathroom. It too is dimly lit and painted grey, though one wall has texturedwallpaper. There are several stalls along the back wall, and I guess that I ambeing led here to use the bathroom, which seems fine because I need to a littlebit.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]To my surprise the stall isn’t a bathroom but my room. Thewalls are wider than a normal stall, and the open space is filled with a widebed. One odd feature remains; there are still handrails on the walls, as ifstalls for handicapped users have been converted. “Oh. Okay.” are my onlyconscious thoughts on the subject.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Next to my stall are other stalls, all occupied with variouspeople, and some are co-ed. I happen to not be in a co-ed one and my roommateis OpheliaBlue, of DreamViews. We are both excited to be rooming together and weboth look forward to camp fun.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I have my back to the open door and for some reason I hadstarted taking off my clothes, possibly because I thought the stall was goingto be a bathroom. “Is everyone going to just stare at me?” I say, turningtowards the open door. Fortunately no one is around any longer and only Opheliais watching me undress. I’m fine with this, mostly because she is also female,but partly because I realize it’s time to go to bed.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Ophelia has long red-hair in this dream, a recent dye-job that looks amazing, and when I see her she is doubled-over, resting her chest on her legs, her breasts slightly squished against the top of ther thighs. She is wearing nothing, and I ask her how long it has been since she dyed her hair from its normal black. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]"About a week now, " she replies. "Do you like it?"[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]"I do, very much!" I tell her, and I'm captivated by her body.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Climb in!” she calls to me, holding up the covers with onehand. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Do you mind if I do?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“No, come on.” She replies, and I slip in under thecomforter and sheet. It feels nice and soft in the bed, and we snuggle closetogether.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Noticing how close we are, and how much both of us don’tseem to mind, I begin touching her hand, walking my fingers along her wrist andarm. She smiles at me, and soon we are both touching each other, leading up toa strong embrace. Holding each other feels good and we do the next thing whichcomes naturally, kissing.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Her lips are full, not thick, and soft, a pleasant sensationas my tongue dances with hers. This bed within a stall seems like an odd placefor passion but it doesn’t stop us. My hand snakes behind her head and playsaround with her neck and hair, while hers is along the side of my neck andmoving down. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I feel her hand on my breast and I kiss her harder, deeper,and grind my body into hers a little, allowing our heat to mingle and forcingher hand deeper. Occasionally one of us lets out a little moan of pleasure, andwe seem to be feeding off the desire of each other.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I break our embrace and move my face down her chest, whereher nipples are exposed and erect. I kiss her left nipple, smile a little, andplace my mouth directly on it and begin sucking and teasing the tip with my tongue.Ophelia arches her back and rises to meet my mouth, inviting me to continue andbring an arm behind her, adding support for our activities.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Just when everything was getting really hot and exciting, weboth find it is time to get up and go to class, or lunch, or some appointmentwhich never evolves as an idea. Ophelia leaves, though I can’t recall if sheput on a shirt. I remember her black bra as she left, and a glance she madeover shoulder towards me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Realizing that everyone is gone and will be busy for sometime I decide it must be time to go looking for some important item, some kindof talisman that is hidden in another camper’s belongings. I head out from mystall, turn left and make my way to the room at the end of the hall, a muchwider room than mine with a couple beds in it, as well as furniture more suitedtowards a girl’s bedroom.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk past the bed, which is neatly made, and head towardsthe white dresser beyond. I begin digging through the drawers, looking througheach for something important, but I don’t find anything. I become aware thatI’m digging through the wrong set of drawers, and I turn to check the smalltable-drawer behind me. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]This drawer is also wooden, but seems unfinished, incontrast to the white painted chest I was looking through previously. On top isa lamp with a shade, and this is resting on a lace cover to protect the top ofthe drawers.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Inside I find paper, a pen, some light bulbs, a replacementlight fixture for an absent chandelier, and some feminine pads, but none ofthese are what I’m looking for. I get angry, and frustrated, not finding whatI’m looking for, and I storm back down the hall to my own stall. Here I beginlooking through Ophelia’s belongings, but again I find nothing.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At this point I feel it is time to get back in bed, and Istart to, but I notice someone nearby who is in their bed and they are veryitchy. The girl is scratching viciously, and is attempting to contort into themost impossible positions to resolve her itch.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I lie down on the bed, and think that someone else must haveput itching-powder in the girl’s bed, when I discover there is a grainy powderin my bed as well. It looks like cayenne pepper, or a light-colored paprika,but it’s grainier, like powdered garlic. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At first I kind-of dismiss the powder, knowing that I cansee it and it will not affect me, but as I lie down I conclude that I reallyneed to handle this situation, as the realization comes to me that everyone inthe camp now has this powder in their bed. Soon those people will return totheir beds, and they won’t be happy.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I get up and stride with purpose down the hall, this timeheading the opposite direction from before. I make my way around a couple ofcorners and at last find the culprits, two of the boys in the camp holding abag and giggling like assholes.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]One of the boys turns out to be a guy named Adam, one of theclose friends of the neighbor-boy down the street. I remember him as he lookedin his teens and it’s no surprise that he pulled this prank. He always was anasshole.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I confront him as an adult facing down a teen who hasclearly done something bad. “What did you think you were doing?! Do youunderstand that this could hurt some people?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Adam shrugs and doesn’t seem terribly remorseful butapologizes and says he will go clean up the mess. I let him go and start towalk back to my bed/stall when I remember my urgency from before. I still havenot found the important item, and much is riding on me finding it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]With the sudden decision that it’s better to say sorry andapologize after-the-fact than to own up to not finding the item, I leave theschool/camp in a hurry and run outside to catch the bus, which is alreadydeparting. It’s a charter-style bus, and there’s no way I can catch it.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Stop that bus!” I yell towards the Hobbits, which are alsodoing their best to catch the bus. Samwise Gamgee lands on top of the bus andpeeks upside down at the driver from the roof, which alerts the driver we areall running to catch up. He stops abruptly, and as we are about to board thebus the dream ends.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m driving along a road, though I’m not sure where this is.I’m seemingly in the middle of nowhere, no identifying features in sight. Theroad is paved with dark asphalt, and either side is a flat landscape, mostlygreen grass. The sky is grey and I can’t see beyond the horizon.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]The vehicle I am in comes to a cliff edge, though stillthere are no identifying features to help me figure out where I am. The roadmakes a sharp descent over the cliff and spirals down the side in a verticalmanner. This road is impossibly steep,and spirals down for a long distance. I’m glad that I am in a rental vehiclebecause I don’t believe my SUV could handle the very narrow walls or roadway,or the low clearance. I can’t believe a road was made like this.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The spiral ends like the way it began, suddenly, and nearlyvertically, which would be impossible to transverse for most vehicles. Thevertical road intersects a horizontal road which leads to a vista of the ocean,surrounding mountains, and beautiful landscapes, and I realize I am in Hawaii!Immediately everything is in super-bright color and vivid detail, and I standthere looking around in awe of the scene.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I follow some other tourists towards the obviousdestination, a boat that is designed to show the local area to visitors. I walkout and I am on an open deck, the air around me is warm and the breeze isstrong. The boat moves out in to the water, though it never gets very far fromshore. Off to my left is a giant tanker, and as I pan my head right I can seehundreds of boats moving swiftly in a traffic lane, or some organized line ofboat traffic. The boats vary in size, shape, and function, and even ahelicopter is sputtering along on the water’s surface, which seems normalenough.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Many of the boats are spewing quite a bit of smoke, and atone point I thought there was a fire aboard a boat or two, but it turned out tojust be an incredible amount of thick black smoke.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I pull out my digital camera and take a few pictures. Thehills to the left, the sky and water, the boats, it’s all very colorful and Iwant to show it off.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Behind me and around the deck are rows of seats, and Ialternately sit in one and stand to take occasional pictures. At one point Iget up and start to grab the camera of the man next to me, which is on thefloor, and clearly not a digital like mine. I immediately apologize, tellingthe man, “I’m very sorry! My camera is just like this, and even the flash, butI left them back in the vehicle. Normally I would be taking pictures like thiswith that camera.” He seemed to understand, and turned back to converse withthe man next to him.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The boat returns to shore and I walk off, wondering what I’mgoing to do now. I look out and up and the landscape is a total tourist trap. Alarge waterslide dominates the hill in front of me, and I walk towards theamusement park. I don’t recall seeing it before the boat ride but here it is. Iturn around and look to my right and I can see shops and a city hundreds offeet below the hilltop that all this fun is located on. I walk back in thedirection of the boat, or docking area, and I encounter a group of people whoseem especially interested in one man in the center of their group. I recognizehim immediately as James Bond, but he now has long hair which is pulled backinto a ponytail. He appears to be in excellent shape, and slightly taller thanin the movies. His physical age looks like someone in their late 40’s or early50’s who has been taking care of themselves. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I recognize you! You’re James bond! I love your movies! I’dreally just like to…shake your hand.” At first he seems reluctant to shakehands, as though he has been doing it all day, and perhaps he was expecting meto ask for something more. When I don’t request anything else he finally shakesmy hand. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]While we were outside we are now inside some room where hechanges his outfit slightly, to something more appropriate for outdoors. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“You want to see something? Come with me, I’ll show yousomething.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He leads me out of the room and to a river, or water chute,where he has me climb behind him on to a jet-ski type of machine, though atfirst I think we’re still on land. We take off at a fast rate of speed and nowwe are on a wide, slow-moving river, headed upstream. The pace is incredibleand I struggle to keep hold and not lose grasp of my camera. The scenery isbeautiful![/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We leave the city and the amusement area behind and proceedfurther in to the hills, all of which are lush with greenery. On some, whatappears to be fir trees cover the hillside, and among them hikers and outdoorenthusiasts can be seen enjoying the beautiful landscape. Even more bizarre isthat some hills have snow on them, some are top-covered and some have patchesof snow all the way down to the waterline. I attempt to take several picturesand some come out and some do not. My shutter is working slowly and does notcatch every image timely. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]On my right and in some valley below us we pass a school,and perhaps a church or cemetery, though I never see any graves. It matters not;I’m too busy being in awe of how beautiful and lush Hawaii is. I’m takingpictures left and right, wanting to show everyone back home that Hawaii isnothing like what we see on television. As I understand it, Mr. Bond has brought me up a river and deep in tothe region to show me the real island treasure, something tourists never get tosee.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I understand why people live here, and why it’s one of thecalmest urbanized areas in the nation. I contemplate staying.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The ride takes some considerable time, and we pass numeroushills and valleys, all of which are some of the most vivid colors I have everseen. When we at last come to the end of the ride we are on a high hilloverlooking Honolulu. Beyond the city I can see the ocean and the mountainstypically seen in postcards and movies.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]James Bond dismounts the vehicle and steps on to a woodendeck and continues on in to what appears to be a motel room or somethingsimilar. I get off the vehicle and look around for a second. We are no longeron water when the ride stops but as I approach the motel area I feel like I ambeside a canal, or on some wharf. The lighting is dim, and the area seems seedyand unsavory, like one might expect from a dark alley in Venice at night orsome fishing community where people shut their doors and windows to avoiddrunken types.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk up to James who is on the sidewalk outside the roomand I suddenly find myself face-to-face with a beautiful young brunette woman,and she stares right in to my eyes. There is an odd mix of attraction and fearin her eyes, and she runs on past me. She is dressed in a pink nightgown thatdoesn’t reach her knees but doesn’t look smutty either.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]She disappears around the corner about fifty feet down fromus and James asks me if I want to follow. I nod and he says, “Yeah, you do, Ican tell.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We run to the corner where we last saw her and make anabrupt turn to our right. The hall becomes dark, but it clearly leads up to adoor which I take for a bathroom. “Ha!” I think, we know where she is now, thiswill be easy! [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I reach for the door and yank it open, but excitement turnsin to shock as I see the woman is held around the neck by a large, surly manwith bad teeth. He is holding a large knife and is clearly upset, and angry atour intrusion. He must be who she was running from and he must have corneredher here, or this is what I believe at the moment.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In a moment of bravado I grab for his wrist, attempting togain control of him and his weapon, but he is faster than I expected and heeasily sidesteps this move. He regains composure and lunges forward with theknife, and I have to duck swiftly to avoid a deep penetrating stab. He pullsback and I start to come up, and again he stabs forward with the knife, and itis pointed right in my face.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Easy!” I manage to say. “I don’t want to be stabbed in theface! Calm down!” At this point I realize he has me at a disadvantage and Imust wait for another opportunity. Oddly enough James Bond is nowhere to beseen and I feel abandoned. This is going to be really tough if I have to takeon this guy by myself, and the girl will suffer along with me.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I am staring down the length of the knife, waiting while theangry man decides what to do. Behind the man is a view of a bathroom across thehall, and this opening is draped with a shower curtain. Behind the curtain andunseen by the angry man I can see James Bond coming up behind him, about tostrike him hard with a blunt object, and my spirits are momentarily lifted.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Mr. Bond makes his strike, but somehow the angry man becomesaware of the attack and strikes him in the neck with his knife. He pulls it outand James’ hand immediately goes to the wound. Bright red blood sprays out, andstarts pouring down his neck and shirt as he collapses at my feet. He appearsmortally wounded, and this is when everything seems really grave.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look down at his figure and then kneel down to help him.Something about the whole situation seems really familiar, and though I shouldbe horrified at this scenario I am no longer afraid. In fact, I am amused, andthe whole dream borders on lucidity.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m holding him up slightly from the floor, staring at thebright red blood, and then I lean in and whisper, “You can stop now. I saw allthis on Bourdain.” The familiarity of the situation becomes apparent to me as Irealize this whole scene had once played out on Anthony Bourdain’s show, NoReservations, which airs on the Travel Channel.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He doesn’t seem to realize what I’m saying and again Irepeat, “I saw all this on Bourdain.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He starts to get up, and he tells the angry man, “You canstop now.” The angry man releases the woman and loses all trace of hostility.The whole scene had been created for my benefit, an amusement made most real. Ihad felt threatened and was prepared to do whatever was necessary to defuse thesituation, up until I realized that Mr. Bond was using a corn-syrup packet toappear like fake blood on his neck.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]It was very impressive, and I felt a little bad that I hadended the scene. James walks off and out of the room, slightly dejected.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk out of the room, also, and back towards the way wehad come from. I have to descend a stairway to get back down, though it had notbeen there before. Each stair is pastel-colored, pink, blue, and yellow, an oddcolor-scheme.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At the bottom of the stairs and to my right is an opendoorway. Inside the doorway is a large drier with its door open, and sittinginside the drier is a beautiful young woman in a medium-dark green outfit,curled up and watching TV. I pass on by but then think perhaps I have hadenough of James Bond and I would rather spend it with the girl in the drier. Iturn around and head back to her and I’m about to ask if I can join her companywhen I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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