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Apparently my brother and his friends are sleeping in my room and they are using my stuff for a snowboarding trip. Which is ridiculous even in this dream world so I start taking all my stuff, my sleeping bag, my snowboard pants, and my jeans. The sleeping bags were all laid out in a row and I look for the one that is mine, its the orange one inbetween a green and white one and a blue one. The outsides of all the sleeping bags were grey but the insides were where the colors were. and I begin to zip up my sleeping bag and pack it. And for some reason I sit in a chair and try on the snowboard pants and the jeans when I hear my mom walking upstairs. I just take off the snowboard pants and I have my jeans on, (they are my weird skinny white jeans that I own that I never wear), and I felt as if I should hide the fact that I'm taking my stuff back from my brother. then the dream ends. I had other dreams but I forgot to record them in my journal. I'm going to begin to attempt DEILD, starting today.

2/4/13
Non-lucid

I'm with a group of fighters. I'm not the leader, but I'm directing people where to stand on guard and watch for an attack we are expecting from another group.

I don't have a gun, so I walk around asking everybody if they have an extra. Finaly find some kind of shotgun that shoots explosive rounds. I load it, unload, try how it works. But when I shoot at bad guys, if fails to fire.

So I keep looking for and asault rifle, since I will need a fast shooting gun to fend off the enemy attack. I find one and someone is chowing me how it works. He changes settings on it with a button next to digital display.

I can't wait to get my own gun, so I go wait by a tunnel I know the enenmy will be coming from. I start shooting at them, but after a while, my bullets start to follow a guy who has been already shot and he retreated. I wish I knew how to change settings, so it shoots where I aim.

Tuesday 5th – Zombie Apocalypse - My house is a fortress

There is a zombie outbreak and a group of people and I are stood on top of a van facing a large building, which I had said was the library. The street was deserted, and there were just bits of rubbish scattered everywhere, which makes me think that the major part of the attack hadn’t happened yet. The guy stood on my left asks why we are putting our lives at risk for a few packets of skittles, and I had to explain that those sweets can last a long time, and they are the best tasting ones anyway. I don’t know how we would get skittles from a library, but I just think that getting some cookbooks might be helpful.

Jumping off the car we head inside the library. There’s no-one inside, and the book shelves go really high. The books are also really thick, and the covers look like they are made of foam. Or like the ones in a show for kids where they have fake books. I am about to reach up and take one when I hear a noise I turn around to the checkout (it’s like a supermarket one, but in a library). A man is stood there, with a zombie on a leash. I can’t actually make out what they look like, and it feels like I’m seeing them out of the corner of my eye. Someone thinks it’s cute, so they go over to the guy and talk to him. I’m a bit unsure so I decide to go to the back of the store (It has become half shop half library), and make some emergency kits.

I look around for a big enough backpack that I can use for a major emergency, such as having to leave my house/fortress for good. I start to think that I need one which I can still run with, and use a baseball bat to kill the zombies, and I walk along shelves which are just full of them. I also find a small one which can be used for the ninjas. The ninjas are basically looters which go out during a zombie outbreak. I sort out the small one, and then I put rolled up socks and Listerine mouthwash into the big one.

Suddenly, something major happens, and we are on the run. I am running through the car park, with a full bag and a baseball bat, and the situation is like what I imagined when I made the bags. So I am running to try and get to my house. I knock a few zombies out and finally reach home.

At this point my dad is pulling a huge mattress into the garage, because a weird kid told him that it would give him better house defence. He rolls down the garage doors and I go back into my house. However, my house is now not actually my house.

Inside, there are no stairs. There doesn’t even seem to be a downstairs to my house. It is all on the upper floor. When you go in through the doors, you come straight into an area like a hallway, but it is wider. In front of me is a ladder, and to the left is a pulley kind of thing, which when you go over to it, you go straight up onto the next floor. I remember being told that it only works if you have killed 2 zombies when being down there.

I go up the ladder and immediately to my left a few metres away is a computer, complete with Wi-Fi, video games, and many screens which look like they are hacking things. The floor has a lot of wires on it. The room on the right hand side if filled with skittles. On the left there is a living area, with sofas and stuff. My brother comes to visit, and tells me my parents aren’t here yet. He gets really jealous about the Wi-Fi, and how I shouldn’t be allowed/able to have it during a Zombie Apocalypse. Once he spots that it can play video games too, he leaves because he is too annoyed with me.

At this point there is a zombie attack on my little house, and a police officer and a black woman come into the house. The black woman goes into the living area, and stands at the window that has horizontal white blinds, and she starts to shoot out of the window. I have to hide the police officer for some reason, and it goes into what looks like Sims 3 build&buy mode. I place the police officer on the floor next to the sofa and he lies down.


I also had a FA last night, where I woke up and wrote down bullet points for this dream. I then got up, looked out of the window and it was snowing.

I wrestle with my scattered mind as I lay beneath the covers, ruminating over the prospects of future possibilities. The calm light of sleep appears to be far over the horizon with no chance of rising at any time soon.

Why does this always happen when I have work in the morning?

Voices. Whispering. To my right, over in the corner.

Wtf?

To my right there is a group of people, standing over me in the darkness. They walk around my bedroom examining its surroundings.

"This looks good"
"I'm not sure I like the windows"
"Why is the mattress on the floor?"

A group of elderly people discuss the room with one another as I lay in the bed.

"Excuse me? What the hell are you doing in my room? It's six in the morning."

"We're here for the open house, honey," an elderly woman informs me.

"What open house? We're not selling the house. Get the fuck out of my room."

They ignore my resilience and continue to examine my surroundings.

Something isn't right. This is beyond anything normal, and these people are oddly short. Very short...

It's hard to make out their faces in the shadows. I make several attempts to catch a glance, but each time they deliberately avoid my gaze. There is something inhuman about this.

"You guys aren't doing a very good job of hiding your identities. You're aliens, aren't you?"

They share a patronizing laugh amongst themselves, as if mocking my inferior human knowledge. One of the old women climbs into bed with me. This is fucked up.

"You see, honey, we are here for the house. However, we have to take care of a few things first."

"When did I ever give you permission to come into my house? Get the hell out of here."

She smiles and then they are gone. I am awake. I think. There is a lingering presence in the room. I look toward my doorway. A faint white cloud. I can almost make it out. It darts over me.

The fuck.

I grab my phone and shine the light at it. Nothing. The presence is gone.

Man, I wish I did more drugs. Then at least I wouldn't have to blame the Twilight Zone for this kind of shit.

02-05-2013 -- I'm in the Hickory house, and somehow I am here with Juliet (Psych) and her brother (played by John Cena). There is some really odd stuff, like broiling pillows in the over or something, yet they aren't burning, but just getting very hot. I really don't know what was going on, this was the first part of the dream, and I may not have been fully into REM yet.

Soon I am at the strip mall at the corner of La Palma and Magnolia, and I am heading down Magnolia toward Peter Marshall Park, when I spot a drainage ditch starting at the edge of the street, going under Greenleaf and right into the park. I drive into it and follow along.

Soon I find myself in a warehouse I've dreamed of before. It is a large warehouse, I work there, and the bosses are particularly unfriendly and miserable. We are working the North docks, perhaps loading up trucks. There is a little kid here who is screaming for his daddy, but his daddy is off working in a different portion of the warehouse. I'm worried if the kid doesn't shut up, he's going to get he and his daddy in trouble with the bosses.

I'm kind of wandering around part of the warehouse while our team is being ordered to move over to the West docks and help with the unloading going on there, as they have turned off the lights in the part of the warehouse we've been working in. [Hints of the moving around at APAC.] I can remember the last time they did this, and I was not with the group, being hunted and chased throughout the warehouse, so I'm trying to get back with the group as quickly as I can, but I end up in just the wrong area.

I find myself standing right under the conveyor belts which are removing full pallets of stuff off the trucks, raising them to about 40 feet in the air, and then dropping them to land (hopefully in neat rows) on the floor, below. Unfortunately, I am right on that portion of the floor, so I am dodging about, trying to avoid having these heavy pallets land on me, and moving further and further south, trying to get out from under the dropping products.

Eventually I do get far enough out of the way, only to run into another problem. Here they are not unloading the trucks, but there are rows and rows of pallets that have already been unloaded, waiting to be stored in the warehouse, and instead of using fork lifts to move them, like in the rest of the place, they have large elephants wrapping their trunks around them and moving them. So me and my crew are facing a large herd of elephants that are slowly walking toward us, and we are backing away, not wanting to be crushed. The elephants are moving faster, and soon we are running, but our running is triggering a stampede, and the herd of elephants are thundering behind us.

Soon we're running into the racks of products, dodging this way and that, the elephants right behind us, when I get the idea to actually dive into the racks, climbing on top of some of the boxes to get out of the way. Problem is, the elephants turn into large bears (possibly brown, possibly grizzly) and a couple of them are climbing into the racks after me. I'm horrified, but think to myself that if they are trained to work in the warehouse, they probably can't be all that dangerous when they aren't stampeding, so I just wrap my arms around the two that have been chasing me, and start petting them, and they settle right down.

Had an awful dream about my Grandad I was crying and couldn't stop for what seemed an eternity because my Grandad died. Had the same dream about my Grandma a month ago. With this dream about my Grandad I went to my boyfriends work to tell him to come home and then I woke up. I just remember crying constantly in the dream.

02-05-2013 -- [First time in several days a detailed dream worth recalling.] I am in BM's place, probably the trailer, and we are cleaning something, probably the guest bathroom. I need to go to the bathroom, so I sneak into BM's bedroom to use her bathroom, hoping she'll never know, and won't mind if she finds out. I am taking a pee, but my aim isn't perfect, and a few drops splash on the floor. I cover it up with a bit of paper.

Unfortunately it seems BM needs to use the bathroom, too, so is at the door asking what I am doing there and telling me to hurry up. So I get out of the way, and we are standing in her bedroom talking. I glance out the window, and we are suddenly on something like the 7th floor of a hotel, and there are planes falling out of the sky, which is terrifying. But worse, as we watch, one is very close and heading directly at the window.

We run, bolting out of the room and into the hallway, all the while I am making like Marvin the Martian, and wondering where is the earth-shattering kaboom. Somehow by this point we are running down a hall on the third floor, when I hear the crash, and see the plane plowing through a wall maybe a hundred yards away, and crashing through the hotel. It swung around and came through at a different angle and a lower altitude, and it is moving rather slowly, so I fear it is packed with enemy soldiers who will try to seize the hotel.

I don't know what is going to happen, or how bad things are going to be later, so I am considering running back to the hotel room to get my prescriptions, but I decide it would be too dangerous, and to just get out until I can find out whether they just crash the planes, or storm the hotel from the wreckage. BM has already disappeared, and I look at the two story escalator going down to the lobby. Somehow I enter the wrong one, and am running down the steps as others are being elevated. Silly me.

When I reach the lobby and burst outside, there is no sign of BM, and instead I am meeting Dale. We're discussing what is going on, while he sits in his rental car, on the wrong side of the car. He says it is because he hasn't eaten yet, and when he is hungry, he makes mistakes. I am thinking there is also the possibility that he is confused because we are in Denmark. Anyway, we get in his car, and we are driving to somewhere to eat, while listening to radio reports about traitors helping the invaders from the wreckage of the plane and being killed for it. Yup ... it's an invasion.

He says he always goes to Applebee's to watch the big game, and I'm thinking 'wasn't the big game yesterday?' [My mind was only one day behind.] Anyway, we are suddenly in the restaurant at the counter and paying for our meal, and they are giving him his change all in coins, while helping us pack up our leftover food, and the rest of our stuff. They have a small bag of my stuff that I don't know where it came from, and my dream journal, which somehow has a large corner banged up and worn, like it's been used for years.

Somehow they are giving Dale a haircut, and he is wearing an odd, pointed balloon hat while they do, which is kind of strange. Oddly, instead of him tipping them, they tip him, and it is a rather large tip. He comments on how they tipped him enough for him to buy us all a round of drinks, including Carsten, who is now with us. [Dale doesn't drink.]

I am with Seth at my family's sea house in Montenegro. Husband is not with me and in the dream I know he is away for his work and is supposed to arrive later that day. My aunt, uncle, cousin and her three kids and my grandma are present there aswell. The house looks exactly like it does in real life, the suroundings of it however do not. My bags are under the stairs. The actual dream begins with me waking up and going downstairs and finding my grandma carrying seth and giving him to me, then leaving. My aunt and uncle are there in the dinning room that is conjoined to the living room. I see a plate of bread fried in eggs, I ask Seth if he wants to eat that for breakfast and he says Yes so I grab one piece and start giving it to him, still carrying him. Upon nearly finishing it, he says he is thirsty so I ask my aunt do we have anything he could drink. She and uncle seem very nervous and angry, not liking the fact that I am there. She answers in an annoyed tone that there is milk. I ask her if she could take it out of the fridge for me, since I am carrying Seth and feeding him and she says Fine, quite rude. She opens the fridge and takes out a huge plastic canister of milk. But the milk does not look normal. There is a separation of milk and water, the white liquid that I am assuming is milk is at top while at the bottom there is clear water and the two are swirling a bit in the middle, overlaping each other. My aunt says that the milk is not good and turns to my uncle and they start whispering. In the meantime I go back to the bread plate to get more but all of the breads are suddenly gone.I shift my attention towards my aunt and uncle and I manage to hear that aunt is telling uncle to go and buy new milk, he is dressing a white shirt and yells out Why the hell can't she *** go and *** buy it? I felt really sad at that moment, a crying moment, because I did not even ask for a new milk, so I intruded their conversation and said "It's ok, I will go and buy it.", but they continued to argue. I turned around and exited to the balcony and I saw the sea, My granda was sitting there and I told her:"The sea is more calm today". The sea itself was in much commotion, with lots of waves. She responds with :"At least its calmer then yesterday". I think for myself I should just take Seth to the beach and we swim and play, move away from all this negativity, so I leave Seth with my grandma and I go back inside to search for my swimsuit. I crouch down under the stairs where my baggage was and I take my purple handbag that is pack full with stuff and start searchng for my swimsuit. There is lots of stuff inside, on the top there is a yellow bag with 2 packs of cigars, I think for myself Whoa, we had 2 packs, why the hell did I go out to buy cigars yesterday, I get lucid there, but I give up the control of the dream. I start sifting through the bag more and I take out a plastic square box inside which is a dead little turtle. I think for myself and get a kind of a memory inside the dream that me and my husband packed out turtles to bring them to vacation with us, but that I somehow forgot to take them out of the bag. I look at the turtle and I see there is a small white egg inside aswell , aswell as a smaller one exiting the turtle. Suddenly, the turtle moves her head and looks at me for a moment,then goes back to rpevious position. It was looking rotten, decomposing. I thought oh,she is alive, I better take her to the garden fast, my cousin approaches me and asks what am I looking for,I hide the turtle bag in the bag and say Ah, just my swimsuit,I wanted to take Seth to the beach. I am looking around the living room and I see her, my aunt, uncle all looking at me with so much hate, disgust.
Next scene, I am walking with Seth down the road towards the village, to buy the milk. It is around 19h, the sun is dying. The road looks same as in real life, its just a road with bushes and trees and all sort of green plants on both sides, stretching into mini forests. While walking I think what if a snake comes right now straight at you? and at that moment the green plants from the sides merge and completely close the road. I get scared. I look to the road and there is a huge snake moving right towards me and Seth, so I turn around and start walking back slowly. I am looking down to the road that now looks like red bricked road, but the road does not look or feel as tho it is made from brick, but from bright red mud shapped to look like a brick and there are snakes everywhere. I decide to take control of the dream and I turn the snakes into little animated paintings of fruits: strawberries, lemons, oranges, cherries are the ones I noticed. I smile and I keep walking but my stupid mind suddenly thinks Doesn't fruit attracts bugs?, so I look down to the road once again and I see lots of little bugs crawling around, I say "Enough with this shit!" and I wake myself up.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I am part of an expedition which found some amazing old ruins on a cave. Some of the men turn against me and a trusted friend and want me to find and give them some artefact which can control that place. I do not cooperate and they start shooting. I hide behind a vertical metallic sarcophagus and as I avoid the bullets, I recognize the carved shapes on the sarcophagus as instructions to activate some mechanism to get the artifact. I need to put back in it the head of the person whose body was originally inside it, but where is the head? With the shooting, there is some collapse of the cave, which opens a line to an area of plants in which I take cover. In the middle of the plants are several mummified heads. I find the right one, which belonged to some king. I take it and put it inside the sarcophagus. In exchange, from a hidden door in the sarcophagus comes a mirror, surrounded by pearls. I hide it in my clothes and I run to an exit. Meanwhile the shooting continues and they found a way through the debris to me. Now the cave is really collapsing and as I run towards the exit, I see secret chambers with treasures opening up. I still have time to pick up another jewel, a necklace with a pendent, which is on a pedestal at the entrance of a chamber. And I escape.
In the nearest town, my friend, whom I thought had died, surprises me and tells me the bad guys are still after us and his plan to go away. But it's too late, we're surrounded by them and they tell me to hand over the necklace, which they saw me taking and think is the artefact they want. I pretend I don't want to but then give it to them and they go away all happy. Then I tell my friend they took the wrong thing and he smiles.

I'm dreaming a lot lately but I'm not writing them down so much. Today just some fragments:

a wedding

Melissa from elementary school

Holes in the Sky (LUCID)

Wandering about New York at night with some buddies, we come across their old high school. It's closed now, but we're in the mood for an adventure, so we break in. I'm not totally comfortable with this, and even though there was no audible alarm when we opened the door, I suspect there might have been a silent one. No sooner do I voice this concern to my friends than the floodlights come on and the police catch us.

Later, alone, irritated by the police and conscious of my lucid powers, I decide to walk around the perimeter of the school and telekinetically make writing appear on the chalkboards I can see through the windows. Let them try to explain that tomorrow morning!

Soon I wake up, but on a whim I do an RC and find out it was an FA. It's pretty dark, so I try to shout and make it brighter. That doesn't work, so I stop a moment to think. What would be a natural way to alter the dream and make it lighter? Aha! I direct my arms at the ceiling, and a square portion dissolves away to let in some reddish light. A pretty good solution, if I do say so myself.

Later, while I'm working on something, I see a couple of girls in bikinis off in the distance. I make a note of the location, but honestly what I'm doing now seems more important to me. Soon after, I wake up.


Previous Sleep Hours:
Sun Feb 3: 6:07-12:37

I was in a neighborhood that resembled the one in Winter Park that my Aunt owns a house in, Semi-Ghetto, yet near a bustling town center. I took my motorbike out for a ride, a very far, risky ride, away from the house, and saw no police, and half way through the ride it morphed into a scooter. I passed the Orange Fungus Hill, climbed it, and left. Its always so mushy.

Colette invited me to her 'Summer House' and it was BIG, AWESOME, and WHITE, with touches of wood for that classic traditional feel. I opened her fridge, and noticed a jar of Smucker's Peanut Butter & Jelly. Then I went to another room, and there was a room with 4 walls of 3D Holographic Screens, that when you stood in the middle, it would look amazing. It was still being installed, but what has been made, still was breathe-taking. There was also a lot of talking in between, and it seemed like we were planning to leave somewhere.

Ashley Quickle was at my house really early in the morning, and she asked for coffee, and I offered to make a brew, so while I filled up the water, and while I waited for it to fill up, I grabbed a B-100 Vitamin, and tried swallowing it, but screwed up like 3 times... Weird

Inside a forest, some strange people near my, i have to go somwhere, but there is no urgency... he cant show me the way with his arms, or fingers, because he only can fight with them, it gets explained to me, that here, people are not used to have frindy conversations with outsiders, so the guy piks up a stik, which looks a bit like skeleton hand and shows me where i should go, i think he is very nice, we walk a bit together, but we do not speak with another, then there are bigger houses and stuff, he stays there, bathing in the sunlight, i think to myself, he probably does not get too much sun inside the forest, i like him in his way...

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i'm lay in bed, next to me lays a nice black lady, i dont know her, she tells me here story about her job, she has worked for a lawyer, and she only could work for people the lawyer gave his permit... so he decided to go, work by herself, but the problem was, that this lawyer did not gave her a some papper which she needet, so she had to pay 2.000 or 20.000 dollar... obviously it was no problem for her to do that, then, out of the blue starts carresing me in a very nice way, at first, i'm irritated, but then - it feels so good, nice and warm - i go along, take some cloth off, she likes it, i remember i had a shawl around my face, it thought about it... then there where other people in the room, i whispered to her, that i would like to screem, that we will fuck now, she smiled....

Dreamed: 5.2.13, Written: 5.2.13

I feel absolutely wonderful right now, so please do excuse me if I phrase things a bit too annoyingly and eccentrically.
I woke up two hours ago and discovered I had a very sore throat. I asked my mom if I could stay home today and she agreed, so I went back to sleep. I went to sleep at more or less 8:00, maybe 7:50. I then woke up at 8:48, and went back to sleep. I'm a bit uncertain as to what exactly happened here, but I'll try to explain to the best of my abilities, as always.
I was lying in bed trying to fall asleep and started to really concentrate on visualizing for some reason, I think that I was already almost asleep so I don't remember it very clearly. Well I was visualizing, and I thought about walking around in my bathroom, I thought about a mirror, then I visualized looking at the mirror, at that point I was inside the dream. I already knew that I was dreaming and the transition was amazingly smooth and unnoticeable. In the mirror I saw a distorted version of myself, and then, to make myself less afraid I presume, I flipped the mirror off with both my hands. My hands were kind of distorted in the mirror too, but I found it funny and was not afraid as I thought I would be. I do feel I need to mention that there was something distancing me from myself in this dream, as if I was looking at everything a few centimeters away from myself.
I remember thinking of the words "Salt soft" when trying to get into the lucid dream, I think they might have come from a dream earlier today, though I don't remember.
After looking at the mirror I looked around it and looked at the wall, then I wrote "Salt Soft" with my fingers.
What I wrote quickly turned into a completely different language that I couldn't understand. I wanted to try to remember what had been written there, and then decided to write it down on paper in the dream, to remember it better. But I got distracted and decided that it could wait, I was suddenly in front of a computer, browsing the internet. But now I was suddenly in front of the mirror again, or was it a mirror inside the computer? I really don't know, it's all quite confusing. Anyhow, I was looking at the mirror, I now looked almost completely normal. I closed my eyes, I saw that my eyes were closed in the mirror, which is another reason I thought something was distancing me. Well I closed my eyes, and said to the mirror "When I open my eyes, I will be as, or even more attractive than "name of a girl I like", I've been really obsessed with her lately, always thinking about her, and thinking whether I'm good enough for her to even think about. So I guess that's why I said that. After I said that I clicked my fingers and opened my eyes. I looked in the mirror and saw that my eyes were smaller, and nothing else really changed.
I thought "That doesn't make me really more attractive, does it? I don't think so.", then I clicked my fingers again and again until my eyes were sort of back to normal.
I then decided to become other people, just for the heck of it I suppose. I did the same thing with the clicking and closing my eyes and said "When I open my eyes I will look like X". It wasn't very accurate, and sometimes not at all accurate, but it was neat.
I was then in front of the computer again, and I remember watching a porn video, thought there was not porn in the video, really. There was a sad looking women walking around a room which seemed to have a mild party going on in, she was thinking, or maybe people were talking to her and naming a long list of pharmaceutical drugs and she was very sad and there was slight dramatic music in the background, the voices were kind of muffled, as if she isn't hearing well.
The video made me think of an idea, "I'll imagine I've set up secret cameras in rooms of girl's I find attractive, and watch those video from this computer, that might be fun!" but then things started to drift away, I tried to repeat "Salt soft" again and again but I eventually woke up. I then lied in bed for about five minutes thinking about what had just happened. I then looked at my watch and saw that it was about 9:15.
I think that I'm going to use "Salt soft" as my mantra from now on.

Happy dreaming.

19.2.13: Salt Soft proved itself to be an awfully useless mantra.

I hoped for a lucid dream early yesterday morning. I wasn't having a good night, so this helped turn things around.

I can not remember much from it, only one part.

I'm at a birthday party with a few strangers in the afternoon. Most of them were girls. I'm walking on a patio just outside the house and walked towards a table of unfamiliar materials. I was lucid already so I done a few reality checks to confirm it.

I read some of the words on the materials. I couldn't understand most of them. Some of the lettering were just mixed letters in a sentence and other strange symbols. It's a great feeling knowing these words weren't written properly and knowing it was a dream.

Spoiler for You're probably too young...:

The last thing I remember was a girl standing to my right. She was also a stranger, a cute one or just very vivid. She was wearing a violet/black striped shirt. I didn't get a good vibe from her. I think she was angry with me. I was going to grab her head to make her give me a blow job but I wanted to do something else other than sex. The dream ended before I could do anything else.