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I'm on a long, deserted beach; the sky is overcast and the waves are slowly crashing on the sand. The colors are muted, but intense: slab grey with white seafoam water, camel brown and coarse sand. The sky is grey and white like the belly of a beast. My oncle is here, his dog is playing in the waves, bright orange fur glistering. My oncle is talking, but I can"r hear him over the sound of the sea.

20-10-2015: A false awakening

I woke up in a bed in my living room. I quickly went out of it, and headed towards the kitchen. Suddenly I felt slight pain in the back of my right shoulder. My t-shirt was wet in that area. I took it down, and saw that I have a huge cut on my shoulder. The t-shirt was wet mainly due to a strange, colourless liquid that poured out of the wound. I looked at the cut for a while, and then woke up.

21-10-2015: Dungeon crawling fragment

I've been playing Dungeon Crawl. I had a high-level formicid fighter deep in the dungeon, but something kiled it.

22-10-2015

First dream

It was in a hotel placed in old fortifications. I was lying in a bed, thinking that the next day I'm finally coming back home. I wanted to pee, so I went out of bed and entered the toilet. The room had gray tiles. There were carpets and hangings with strange patterns. There was only sink in there, so I had to pee into the sink. After a while, doors to secret passeges opened, and someone walked through the toilet. I looked around again, and saw that the urinal appeared, so I uesed it instead of the sink.

False awakening

I woke up in my bed. It was 2.50, and it was dark all around. I thought to myself what a weird dream I just had, and then decided to go to the toilet. The lights werent working, so I had to do my thing in the darkness. I could barely see the toilet seat and a mirror to the right. I thought about ghosts for a while. I finished, and when I was just about to close the doors behind me, my grandma went out of the toilet, calling me to herself. Then I decided that I should just go to bed and sleep some more.

Third dream

I woke up near a small building in the middle of a desert. There was a motorcycle standing on my right. I sat on it, and drove away. After a while of driving on a small road, I entered a highway. It was warm early morning. I just reached a roundabout on a highway, watching various plants growing on it. They looked beautifull with beams of sunlight spreading between them.

Then I drove off to another part of the highway. Despite everyone turning there, the vechicles always moved in the opposite direction there. I had to drive between two trucks to see it myself. Then I decided to stop, and reach an airport.

I woke up in some kind of metropoly. I was lying on a road, close to a taxi cab. I looked to the cars mirror, and saw that I looked like a terminator. I entered the airport, and took someones wallet, then went to a street and asked who was its owner. A youg, tall and slim lady replied, so I gave it to her and moved on. It was a rainy early morning. There was a kiosk nearby, with a bald man working there. I asked him if they had a telephone cards, but he said that he never heard about something like that. There were two teenagers sitting nearby, conversating about how the word telephone card sounded.

I moved on. For every meter one could meet a telephone booth. All of them rusty and badly damaged. Then I saw a group of people inside a falling building. I ran towards them quickly and saved them.

Photos of Dad
I'm standing with my mom and my wife in a grassy area near a street corner. A small tree is nearby, and a park is across the street. It's a beautiful day: it's bright but not too bright, there's not a cloud in the sky, and there's no traffic. Mom is showing us photos, all 8x10s, of my father taken when he was a child. In one, he's sitting on a bench, next to an adult male with really poofy blond hair, practicing his violin. At first glance, I think he looks just like my older son; I look more closely and realize he's actually pretty chubby. That's never run in our family, so I can't understand why he's so chubby in this picture. Mom shows us other pictures, but none is as clear as the first. One of them even gets destroyed (my wife folded and ate it??), but it didn't actually have my father in it, so it's OK.


Destroyed washing machine
I'm sitting upstairs in my office when I happen to look out the window to see a truck with a trailer pulling into our driveway. On the trailer is an old washing machine, looking really beat up. Now I'm in my family room with the washing machine. I've never seen something in such bad shape. It looks like it's been shot at a couple dozen times, ripped open, then left out to rust. I note that there's still some water in the bottom of the washing tub, and that'll make it even harder to sell.

Now I'm in another room near some tables covered in tablecloths. More tablecloths are piled on the floor - they've been used like towels to dry out the washing machine. I've got a ballpoint pen and am trying to write on a dry corner of one of the tablecloths, but it's not working too well. I test the pen by writing on my hand, and it works fine. My wife walks up and asks what I'm doing, and I explain that these tablecloths are now so dirty that they'll either be bleached or just thrown away, and that either way it doesn't matter if I write on them; and it's so rare to have an opportunity to write on a tablecloth that I can't just ignore it.

Now we're pulling the tablecloths off of the tables in preparation to wash all of them. With the tablecloths off, it's easier to see the tables: it's a pair of folding 6 foot tables arranged in a T shape.


Graduate project
I'm in a fairly small room sitting at a conference table with a man, who's slightly older than myself, and a female grad student. She's got long blond hair and is wearing a blue jumper. Along with the other man, I've been tasked to help the woman with the project she's working on. She starts describing it to us, and despite not knowing any details about her work I'm able to make some good educated guesses and point out some things she missed. She's really impressed and says so; I don't do well taking compliments, but I remember how important it is to accept compliments well and try to say something accepting, yet humble.

Now it's another day, and I'm once again sitting around a conference table with them - though this time we're in a different room. I'm distracted by something and having difficulty following the conversation, but I start to tune back in when we get off topic and start to talk about hobbies. It turns out she enjoys cycling, and she's got a race at 8AM tomorrow that she invites us both to. It sounds interesting, but I decline since it's early in the day and some way from where I live.

Now we're talking about why we're working on this project. It seems that a company approached the woman and asked her to work on it, and the man and I were assigned to help her because the project will help our respective companies as well. The woman is being paid well for her work; he and I are just receiving our normal salaries, and our companies are the ones receiving the extra pay.

Now we're talking about the nuclear power plant in her hometown. She describes how the plant made all its own frosted class and built a main building with a very unusual low sweeping design. It's really attractive, and it actually has one wing that's a very nice art museum, one of the nicest in the area.


Secret stuffed animal
I'm doing some kind of secret agent stuff. Someone shows me a fairly large stuffed animal, a shiny white bear in a sitting position, and asks me if I notice anything special about it. I don't, so he shows me the tag, showing me that it was manufactured in <country with a name starting with G>, and that it was smuggled out at great risk. An agent couldn't do it - they'd be recognized - so it had to be done by the friend of a friend of an agent so it couldn't be traced back to us. I don't recognize the country, so I ask for more details. Smugly, he tells me that it's right next to Malta. I'm still confused - isn't Malta an island? Is this country nearby? He replies that it *touches* Malta. I think about it for a minute, then ask him if the two countries share the same island, and he says they do. I'm stunned - how could there be this little country that no one knows about?

Now I'm with a couple of other people, including Mom, in the baggage processing center in an airport. It's a huge space, poorly lit, with counters and conveyor belts running everywhere, both at waist height and overhead. Now we're pushing some tiny (maybe 2sqft) rolling platforms with stuff on them down an aisle between two counters. They're just on casters, so we're bent over pushing them - it's really awkward. Mom is in front of me, and she comes to an abrupt stop when her little cart hits a coil of orange extension cord that got knocked onto the floor. As we're trying to get her past it, a security guard wanders past. I'm a bit worried that he'll question us, but we all do a good job of looking like we belong and he walks past us without question.


Fragments:
I'm in a classroom helping people try to make a video for a celebration. There's something about blackboards vs whiteboards, and something else about an inflatable Big Bird.

I'm having lunch with a black guy I don't know. Later, I'm talking with a friend who's gushing that a really really famous lawyer is in town. As I talk more with her, I realize he's the guy I had lunch with, and she can't believe it and is terribly jealous.

Something about trying to set up resource access with two other guys who have signed up.

Something about loading kids in a minivan.

"So they sold me for no onions... man, I don't know."

Trying to keep working after midnight, nodding off at my desk, shake myself awake and realize I just half-dreamed someone complaining in these words... time for bed!

Non-dream
Non-lucid
Lucid

Dream 1: Driving
I'm driving my old moped. I've got my Indonesian classmate on the back. We're going to the train station. She handles navigation but is not too good with left and right. It's mostly a curvy road with just a few options to go left or right. Ahead of us we see her [so she's there twice] going to the left on her bicycle, while the train station is on the right. I mention that that is what happens when you leave navigation to her. Luckily I know the way a bit. Just before the end there is a small uphill part. I struggle with it, as if I'm bicycling instead of using my moped. As soon as I'm on top I smoothly park to the right side, just left of an orange beat down motorcycle. Another Indonesian classmate and one of my best friends show up with another moped and park to the left of me. I open the seat of my moped and allow for them to put their helmets in. My helmet is too big to fit, but my classmate and my friend can easily stuff their helmets in there.

Fragment
» It's daytime and I'm sitting on the couch with my girlfriend. On the right side of us is my little brother. My girlfriend and I get a little bit flirty. On the left is another block of houses. There's a dude with an afro who spots us and says something. I think it's about something sports related, though I don't remember what exactly.

» It's daytime and I'm riding a bicycle, with someone on the back. Perhaps my girlfriend. I'm going through a neighbourhood and a part of the road has been blocked for construction work. I take another route.

» Still daytime. Walking outside, I think with some friends. We pass an intersection where a car accident has happened.

» I'm having a fight with my mom, though I don't remember what the fight was about.

Dream 2: Leaking
» Daytime again. I'm sitting in a public transportation bus with one of my best friends. It's just us and the bus driver. There is a pipeline similar to that of a sprinkler system on the left side of the bus, near the ceiling. It's leaking in several places, causing gas to come out. I mention that it's dangerous as fire is put out by taking away oxygen, exactly what this system does. I turn one of the handles to close it, but this just increases the pressure on a different leak. I don't wanna close them all, afraid of what all the build up pressure will do. In the end we exit safely. I remember the bus driver having brown hair, almost shoulder length. With curls. [aka: he had a mullet].

Dream 1:
Riding a motorbike fast down a motorway. I felt very unstable on the bike and couldn't move my foot off the peddle even though it felt unstable. There was a lot more going on in this dream but I can't recall all the details. I thought I was cold then realised I was just wearing jeans rather than full motorcycling gear.

Dream 2:
There were 2 massive piles of soil held up with some sort of plastic fencing. I was sitting in the middle of one pile, then I sank into it was wasn't unpleasant, and I crawled out. There were a few coconuts sitting in the soil with small shoots coming from them which I looked at closely and they would grow into palm trees. I looked up at the sky and wndered if it would be hot enough for holiday weather. The piles of soil were going to be turned into private islands that people would take holidays on. It was my job to get the islands ready, there was someone else to help me.
By the side was a further pile of fencing, plastic bags and some manure to add to the islands. I was shown how to wind the plastic bags around fence poles.
Somehow at this point this dream became muddled with the previous dream and I was trying to shove my motorcycling gear into a pocket on my jacket.
The person I was working with shouted to me that a cat had got a bird or something at the back door. I looked and it was actually a small kitten hanging on the door. I picked up the kitten and moved it into a backroom. The kitten had magots crawling on it, and frogspawn hanging off it. It's paws were really sore and red. I decided to look after it.

Dream 3:
I was going to give a talk to a hall full of people. I spent ages fiddling with a projector and climbed up to it 3 times to adjust it. I saw film of myself treating patients being projected at the back of the hall. I moved the projector screens around, there were 3.

*I was hanging out with Johnny and he casually mentioned how we had to go meet up with someone.

Non-dream
Non-lucid
Lucid

Dream Fragment - I remember having a dream where I was playing guitar and I seemed to have broken a guitar string. The 6th string E (the top one). I noticed when I was playing that the sound stopped in a string and upon closer inspection it came off.

Dream 1 - Running and Cats
This dream seems so fragmented in places and I feel like it may have been 2-3 dreams but I just can't figure out the boundary between them. The first one is where I'm running around a lot. It's my main mode of transportation (walking and running in RL) and I use it to run up road to the top of a grassy hill. There's a barn-like building somewhere around. I remember looking across to the valley ahead and knowing that I would run up there as it's apparently a shortcut. It's a steep ascent but I should be fine. It seems to skip further ahead into the dream (or I just forgot everything) and I've arrived at the top of the hill again. This time an old residential hall friend called Luka was there. He seemed like he had matured a lot. I haven't got a clue what we talked about, but he's going the way I just came and I was going to take the shortcut. I notice that the place is a lot busier than it used to be, it's summer or something and a bunch of campers have come here. As I turn around and head to the shortcut the bottom of the hill becomes visible (it goes downslope and then back up across the valley side). The usual empty barn place is full with people around putting up tents. God damn it. I can't go that way anymore since I'm not technically allowed to travel this way and I don't want to get caught. I decide I'll run and catch up with Luka again, he can't have gone far. I sprint my way after him, but wow there are a lot of tents. Suddenly I find myself just leaping around dodging over the lines holding tents up. There's an outrageous amount of them... I make it to the dirt road I usually use to get up the hill. I'm still sprinting + jumping acrobatically around, there's a bunch of lines that increase in density along this road. I end up just doing these insane spinning flips all over the place O_O. Seems like I'm a professional acrobat in my dreams .

I don't know what happened next, but I'm somehow in a school-like gym which has running lanes for 50m. I think I run against an old classmate from high school who was ridiculously fit and pretty damn fast. I seem to outrun him now though, my speed is extraordinary.

I have no in what order this part occurred in within this dream, but I'm in a vehicle/room which has a row of seats on each 2 sides facing each other. They're packed with people chatting casually amongst themselves. The walls are white-metallic I think, I must be near the front I think (which is to my left, meaning I must be sitting on the left side of the vehicle). 3-4 metres to my right would be where the back exit for the vehicle is I think. I think I talk to someone on my left who is standing slightly. After our conversation he goes back to where he was supposed to be seat but my mom (who is sitting on the opposite side about 2 metres to my right) talks to him. I perk up my ears and try to consciously listen into the conversation. She says something like "Oh he's just hard to deal with because he is used to the personalities from game characters and stuff". O_O geeze mom, thanks. I talk loudly enough so they can hear me and say "Hey you know I can hear you right?", and I think she replies saying something "Oh now don't be like that". God damn it.

I'm in my house now in the family room, there's some kind of theme going on with cats. We seem to own maybe 2-3 cats in this house (in RL only 1, because 2 passed away nearly a year ago). Strangely there are a bunch of stray cats in our house though. There are also a few dream characters but I just can't picture who they were. There was a pair of girls and I think one was meant to be a cousin (I don't know any cousins), there was maybe a younger kid playing on the floor. I think maybe my mom was around too. These characters just seemed so hazy even in the dream, like they were barely existing and didn't have any background to them. One stray cat is a scrawny shaking ginger cat that has some similarities to the one we own in RL. The other stray was this crazy looking tomcat that was under the couch, it jumps at my hand and I literally spent a minute in dream time trying to pry its teeth and claws out of my hand. In the end it rips a chunk of flesh of and has these rip marks in its mouth. I think to myself that it must be rabid. At this point I realize I have to put these cats down and hack them apart (this scene was omitted in my dream, they kind of just ended up like that... Phew). There seemed to be a couple strays before that had left and it had made the pair of girls go searching for them, one was crying. I put the dead cats into a paper bag and know that I can't let the girls see them because it would just upset them. I decide to go round to the back of the house in order to bury them. I make my way to another room in order to sneak out but run into a new character, another girl. She pulls out a stray cat from underneath a couch. It has the ugliest snubby face ever and its fur is completely white and really fluffy. She's holding it by the scruff of its neck and it's pissed off and hissing at her, though not really able to resist. She says that they're keeping it, and in reaction to it hissing she said "it's just scared of the rain".. Huh? It's not even raining. It's hissing because it doesn't like you holding it -.-. I feel a little bit of regret for killing the cats even though one was rabid, but I question myself about why I killed the other one. Why DID I kill it? I couldn't think of an answer at all, it was just a scrawny malnourished cat

I was inside what was suppose to be a Game facility like Nintendo. I had my art diagram displayed but was still trying to make it better so i removed some colored paper wondering if it was too blank.My mom came up to me saying i did a good job but i felt like i did a "whatever here it is" job on it.

Than a old college teacher reeled in a huge pen tablet in a clear case near me. Shouting that the contest was about to start. I saw another guy with tattoos come to be the host too. I watched as the place transformed into a small square shaped room where I and guys around my age were. The host took out a new video game control and flaunted it to them.

They cheered as I was looking at the huge pen. "Someone can kill someone with that huge pen" I thought.The host than brought out a spray that was said to be a video game control that allowed everyone to be creative. I got up than walked out as he showed it than went back in. He was spraying guys in the face than laughed in an evil manner.

Most of them fainted but one. He was asking for the reason why all of this was happening. The bad host said it didn't matter because soon everyone would be brain washed and acting like zombies when touched.I flew away hoping to fight this army zombie and dodged a few girls that were infected. Than went into the bathroom."If your going to save the world you might as well use the bathroom at first. Ill be one step ahead since they dont say this in the movies" I thought.

I flew to a stall to use but than zombie like girls started coming in. I flew away from them thinking how we would be in trouble if this wasn't a game setup by the game company just for live television or contest. A familiar girl from high school tried touching me I pushed her a little thinking about how I probably lost the game but would pretend it didnt happen.

Than Kirby game characters started appearing and a group of people including I were shown to a place with theater/assembly chairs. Someone was making an announcement than the scene changed. I was in a forest/town place watching supernatural beings gather around.Everyone was in a anime form and I was a sort of loyal guardian neko type of creature standing next to a princess in a kimono like dress. In front of me was a anime guy with a prince like kimono and elf ears. He was standing next to his own followers.

"Alright, now that everyone's here lets get this fight started" he said something like that than was making a small speech of the evil things he would do. Than he mentioned something that made me feel nervous."The one to your side is just pretending to be your loyal servant. Now come to me!"I looked at the princess than at the guy."Did I really fall in love with this guy and betray the princess"I started thinking.But it came to me that thats not my type of character and that i could have some fun with this dream scenario.

"Well?"asked the guy."Is this true?"asked the princess. The guy wanted me to fight on his side but I said no. That I would only fight for the princess. This made him very mad."Fine!Than I will fight you and make you wish that you were on my side" He said taking out a sword."you must fight and win"said the princess.

I took out my own sword and warped to him swinging the sword after he made his first move. I didn't feel like it at first but than it was whatever. We fought for a bit until our swords began morphing and became defective. The guy kept swinging at me though. I moved to the side of a stairs and he wasn't looking so he hit his head on a wall."are you okay?"I asked as he swung around his floppy sword."ow....I'm fine"he said than touched me with his defective weapon saying he won
I shrugged than the setting started morphing more and I woke up.


Letter

Had the usual weird non lucid dream than had a false awakening where i sat up and a letter popped up into my hand. A voice appeared too speaking in what seemed like broken English. It was a helpful message that I wanted but was also somewhat disappointing. Last thing I recall it saying was something like "Translation may have been lost after receiving".

Dreaming about something I have dreamt about many times befor - a reacuring theme - a habitual dream.
Some colours, dots turing into blobs turning into pathways - routes - entrances - ways in to buildings - people - actions - wheather - big changes - chaos etc etc
Some one says all this is a leading up to some stuff thats gonna happen and that we cant do anything about it ... So I trace it back with my mind...- I start doubling back on myself on the visuals of what I have just experienced everything , back and back and finaly I see it all came from no- where...it is non sensical....As if it was a message left for a mind to pick up... like a message being put out there to be found and believed - But I see clearly its a load of crap. Total crap. Nothing is gonna happen thats been " told " to happen - nothing bad is gonna happen. Really.

I have a vague memory as I awaken of this all being seen befor ... ina dream. It feels like someone is experimenting with our minds to see how much bad stuff we can actually make manifest if we believe in it ( not something I believe usually make stuff happen by picking up this message and buying in to it... I remind myself I am waking up from a dream; its nothing sinister - its my mind throwing up something for me to see and learn from thats all .

...These sort of dreams come often and I always feel I am On the cusp of understanding what it is about - when I am close to my moon cycle they appear more I am getting it slowly but surely

Tower game
I'm playing what seems to be a 3rd person 3d platformer, climbing levels and avoiding obstacles. There aren't any enemies - the environment itself is the challenge. Each level seems to be shaped roughly like a square doughnut, with a large hole in the middle through which lower floors can be seen, and is sloped gently up. Seen from the side, the floors in the tower would seem to zig-zag upwards. The floor and walls are white, and other objects are fairly muted colors. Now I'm on what I assume to be the top level - behind me, I can see a hole leading to a lower level, but in front of me, at the far side of the doughnut, is what looks like a control room. (My quickly jotted notes indicate I was playing with a friend, but I can't remember anything about that).

Now I'm still playing a game on these levels, but now I'm controlling a marble, rolling it downhill in the levels, trying to avoid the obstacles and the hole in the middle. Now I'm watching someone else play. She jumps her marble into the large open space in the middle, but amazingly hits some invisible springs and bounces across the hole, reaching the far side in record time. I'm really impressed and want to know where she learned that and what other secrets this game might hold.

Now I'm standing on the lowest floor along with an older couple. We walk out some automatic sliding doors into what seems to be a mall. We turn right and start walking, but a young man dressed in a polo shirt and slacks comes running out of a nearby store carrying a pair of sewing-machine-sized boxes and gives one to each of the older people. It seems these are something the store has been working on for them and they just finished, and he didn't want them to have to come back for their stuff.


Night security
I'm joining night security, and a "lawful rogue" (I have no idea what that means) know-it-all wants me to practice quick-drawing my sidearm. I don't yet have a holster, so it's in my pocket - worse yet, it's in my left pocket, and I'm right-handed. I reach in and grab it, trying to pull it out, but it gets stuck on my FitBit. It takes me way too long to get it out, and I'm somewhat embarassed, especially since this jerk is so good at it. I put the gun back in my right pocket and try again. I do better this time, though I really need a proper holster. He's still not impressed with my performance - I'm supposed to cock the hammer in a smooth movement as I draw it, and I only got the hammer half-cocked. As I'm drawing, I realize that the name of my gun is Vindication. I try again and manage to draw and cock in a nice smooth movement. This time, the name is Cross. Now I'm sorting through a baggy half-full of various calibers of bullet. Some of them have gotten flipped around, so I'm putting them back in all facing the same way so I can reload more quickly if I need to.

Now I'm going through this place - kind of "creepy industrial / laboratory" setting, underground, with large, strange devices on the walls - with the know-it-all and another man. A creature - possibly a griffon - shows up and engages us. It has access to both physical and elemental attacks, and I'm lightly wounded. I have to sit it out while the other two finish dealing with it. Despite his attude, the know-it-all is actually really good.


Out-of-order elevator
We've been vacationing at a hotel/condo, and it's time to leave. I'm pulling a wheeled suitcase through the elevator lobby, and I stop when I see a sign on the elevator doors saying that the elevator is under maintenance because you can only push buttons to go up, not down. I'm confused because I only just took a large load down in the elevator; I can't imagine having to do it by taking the stairs. Now I'm at the bottom of a stairwell, carrying a small carryon, going back up. I know I could probably take the elevator, but that sign has me concerned and somewhat confused, so I'm taking the stairs instead. Just in front of me is a small British woman carrying something, climbing slowly. I think about offering to help - partly because it's polite, partly because that would be the fastest way to get upstairs - but in the end I'm too shy to do it.

I designed some pants in my dream. I actually don't remember designing them, I just remember picturing the final design for a really long time until I woke up. It was like a 3d image I was looking at over a nice sunrise backdrop. It reminded me of a super high quality crystal clear video game display. (I like acquiring my outfits this way SOOOOOO much better than that stupid boutique that did not want to decide if it wanted to be a boutique or a big box store or a supermarket and trying to find an outfit already made and getting distracted by dream characters and grocery isles full of verrrrry delicious chips and bean dips!!!)

I woke up and started drawing them on paper. I was very intrigued because they are not something I would typically wear but for some reason I really loved them. I drew them and thought to myself that the pants are part of an ethical vegetarian dance number I am planning... some straight up vegetarian propaganda I want to dance in Lucid City. I keep picturing a nice big stage in my dreams. I told my husband that I thought my pants were part of a hen costume as I was drawing them and then he told me that he had a dream that we were dressed up as chickens doing rap rave style music dancing singing and rapping and he had a red mow-hawk. I don't remember that dream but how funny that he dreamed we did the performance already dressed as chickens. I never told him before this dream in waking life that I want to dress up like a chicken for my dance, or have it be really obviously about animals people eat like that, we had the idea together on in our dreams I think. I did not have the idea to dress up like a chicken for my dance in waking life because that would just never occur to me before this. Now I actually want to do it IRL! I just need some nice breathable yellow cotton fabric.

D1 - Someone was recommending different things to me to improve my awareness. Awareness of sight not sound...gave me a letter to scrutinize the tiny writing, and suggested some other things.

D2 - A young female, dark hair and long lashes is having oral sex.

Spoiler for brief details:

It is all very vivid and close up. The woman is strangely disconnected from the act. The view zooms in, now I can see minute details, veins pulsing standing out, shiny skin texture. even the smell. It lasts a while, seems a long time then all is over. Can still see vacant expression in womans eyes.

D3 - In a student halls of residence corridor, white walls, lots of doors, dimmly lite. Three female students and talking to me about course work. One invites me back to her room. She shows me her essay on her laptop but while i'm looking at it she slips her clothes off. She exposes herself to me.Its a little distracting but I try and ignore her.

D4 - Brightly lit bedoom white walls, there is a big TV on. Laying on bed with partner I start to get luvy dovey but they're not interested. xD


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Dream signs everything is white in my dreams indoors yet still dull i guess no colours, and when outside everything is dark and/or rainy

I'm in a house, with my mother and other people, they'rehanging out together, talking and drinking. I'm walking, not sure of what to do, and a deer comme to me; the poor thing is furless and rachitic, with tiny, beany eyes. I gingerly pet it and my mother chastitises me about it. As I walk to her, the deer grows a tiny bit of fur, brown ans spindly. Close to my mother is at least half a dozen of pits, with other furless deers and furless goats in them, splashing weakly in the water filling the pits. My mother turn a switch and suddently the pits glow and smoke, and the animals turn humanoids and melt on themselves; they give of an incredible heat, they look like they are made out of lava. I feel pity for them: deep down I know they are food for the people I saw earlier.

The days went by as I nursed Snowmaiden back to health. I told her my name is Snakefist. We call each other Snow and Snake for short. She is able to walk and move about, and is recovering well. She seems unconcerned about Stonefist's inevitable arrival. She is sitting by the river on the bank, watching the fish swim.
"He is coming. He is an excellent tracker. He will be alone, armed with a great stone hammer, and a sling."
"I will kill him," I say simply.
"Good," she responds.
A bird alights on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
"He approaches on the gnolls," I tell Snow.
"Aye, mine chieftain, I will join you, for I must have my revenge."
I mount my horse, and my hawk, Sunfire, rides on my shoulder. Snow rides in front of me. She feels so familiar to me somehow. I feel a strong sense of deja vu.
I see a large lone orc wielding a stone hammer coming over the hills. At sight of Snow riding with me, he roars in rage, and challenges me to dismount. I do, and simply wait for his charge. Snow somehow disappears, but I am too focused on my enemy to notice.
As he approaches, he screams, "You have stolen my slave!" Right before he gets within striking distance, I morph into a great ox. He tried to backpedal, but it's too late, and his momentum carries him into my waiting horns. I toss him high overhead, and he lands behind with a loud thud.
As he stands, I can tell his ankle is broken. I morph into a giant cave bear, and charge him. He readies his hammer, but is attacked by my hawk, Sunfire, who divebombs him, and yanks his head back by the hair. He tries to hit my friend with his weapon, but instead hammers himself in the head leaving himself dazed. I laugh at this as I charge. Suddenly a shadow drops from a lone tree behind him, and a blade flashes in the sun. The blade quickly decapitates Stonefist, and I charge into a headless body.

"I didn't know you are a Ninja."

"I didn't know you are a Shaman."

"Why couldn't you kill him earlier?"

"I had been starved by my father for refusing to eat the cubes. So, I was already very weak when I was sold on the stock market. Never a slave again."

I nod. I summon scavenger beasts to eat the carcass, then we mount my horse and ride back to my cabin. We wash after the battle, and sit on my wooden and hay cushion couch in front of my fireplace.

We drink some mead, and smoke some green herb. "Thank you, Snake. You saved my life."
I turn to her.

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"You will be my mate forever. Our love is strong." I look into her eyes, and kiss her. We consummate our savage orc love in my cabin under a full moon. I sleep a deep sleep, and dream of a strange life where I am a human in a world with no orcs and no magic. How strange. I awake to a strange scraping sound on the outside of my cabin. I grab my stone dagger, and move toward my door. I peer outside, and see it's a large buck scraping his antlers on my cabin.
"Oakleaf!" I recognize my old friend, and call him by name. He walks to me, and licks my face. Snow walks sleepily out, and is amused by our interaction. Oakleaf looks toward the woods, and a lovely doe and fawn appear. I tell Snow to fetch some seeds and grains I have for feed for many animals, and we feed them out of our hands. Oakleaf is an amazing huge deer, large enough for a full grown orc to ride.
Oakleaf, and his mate, Willow, kneel down and beckon us to mount them. We do, and let them lead. We ride with their little fawn to a high hill and watch the sun rise. Life is grand.
"I have never met an orc like you, my love," Snow whispers.
"Nor I you, Snow."
"Are there others like us?"
"Maybe."

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