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Recall: 3/10. I'm in the town where I grew up but I'm an old woman. I'm jogging and despite my age I feel like it is effortless, so I decide to run the five miles to my house outside of town. I am crossing an intersection as I decide this, and suddenly something sails through the air and nearly hits me. It clatters to the pavement and I see it is an empty half-sized soda can. I look around for where it came from, and see a black man, evidently a vagrant, who is shouting and throwing them at me. He seems angry but I can't make out his words. He throws a second and then a third can.

I try to go another way to avoid him but find myself in a cul-de-sac that leads through a narrow alley into an even darker square surrounded by tall buildings. It looks creepy and dangerous, and from the lack of light I assume that the alley is the only way out or in. There is a dumpster in the alley and a guy going through it. I have no reason to go this way and fear for my safety if I do, so I return to my original route. The ground of this cul-de-sac street is covered with bananas, layers of them flattened and smashed against the ground, filling the air with a fruity, overripe smell. I don't remember my town being so heavily involved in the banana industry, and it doesn't make sense given that bananas don't even grow around here, but I can't discount the evidence all around me. As I leave the cul-de-sac and return to the main street, I am running over such a thick layer of smashed bananas on the ground that I have to take extra care not to slip and fall.

Some clothes in a shop catch my eye, and I pause to look them over. There are two outfits that seem ideal for an elderly woman like me, or at least, they look like the sort of thing you often see old ladies wearing. Both consist of a zip-up top and half-length pants in matching polyester. I try on the pants of one set, but don't like the texture of the cloth, and although it looks like I'd still be able to run in them, I wonder if they would end up chafing my legs. I decide to stick with my knee-length black lycra running tights and put them back on.

I start running home again. Then I remember how some people use the mental image of a repetitive motion, like running, as an anchor during their WILD attempts. I think it might be fun to give this a try and see if I can run right into the dream state. Even though conditions are ideal (given that I'm already dreaming at the time!) my attempts amount to little and I don't get lucid. I have the impression I started thinking this while I was actually in the process of waking up.

11.13.2012

Triple Fellatio!!!! (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There's a girl that I'll nickname "A" that I knew in high school in waking life in this dream. She's often a confusion for me, because there's two other "A's" that I know in waking life. Let's call her the repressed Christian girl, and she ends up being the wild one.

Then there's the other girl in my math class for this semester that I have no particular interest in, like "A" I mentioned from before. We'll just label her as "B."

Then there's one more girl, so we'll call her "C."

I'm walking around a supermarket with "A," and there's a lot of stuff I can't remember that we were doing, okay, now for the dream shift and dirty stuff. Oh, actually, I think we were looking for condoms.

Spoiler for 18+:

"A" is naked in front of me, and she's down on her knees....should've given a pillow so she wouldn't have a hard surface on her delicate skin. She's delicate, very delicate as she moves her lips closer to the head of my penis. She's doing pretty well, I don't know where she's getting this experience from (note: I'm assuming I'm actually meeting her in the dream).

She does a nice job of sliding her tongue forward as she puts the head a bit deeper. I can feel her tongue moving around, licking the rim of the head on the bottom, and her enjoying the sensitive bumps around it as well. She moves back and forth in smooth transitions, and her having her glasses on turns me on even more.

The glasses have a fairly thick black frame, and she's closing her eyes most of the time she's giving me fellatio. After a while, she has 1/4 of my penis inside her warm mouth drenched with saliva. I can feel her tongue moving around, trying to stabilize its position of having to be stuck out from her out to leave a gap of air on the bottom as she's going in.

I presumed this was the limit she can go without gagging. Nope.

She gets my member halfway in, which shocks me, and I can hear her gurgling a little, then making a gulp, probably so the saliva wouldn't choke her in advance. Smart girl.

She goes back and forth, reaching in halfway to my penis. She's not gagging, and I'm clearly not doing a reality check for this, because I doubt an innocent girl like her can do this.

Then she starts grabbing the sides of my ass, and clenches them, and then quickly moves them to the back to grope my ass. She holds on to them as well, and takes a big thrust to get every inch of my member inside her mouth.

I can feel her throat, I'm hitting her fucking throat with my dick, and she continues to show that she wants it fucked, so she holds onto my ass tighter, and thrusts her mouth in and out as if her gag reflex was nonexistent.

Her face is vibrating a little, but she's going to take one for the team!!!!!

She opens her mouth a bit, but still has her head locked in the same position. She continues moving back and forth I'm assuming, and I can't remember if I climaxed from this.

Now that we had fun with her,

The dream shifts where I'm walking with "B," and I honestly don't know how I have her in my possession now, but I did something. It feels kind of awkward being around her, since I had strong feelings that I'm just doing this to make her feel happy she's going out with someone.

Play the nice guy act, until we get to the condom section. She starts analyzing this section like a Jewish boy speculating how he can perfect his Bar Mitzvah. She starts looking for condoms that are 12 inches or more, and I look at her in fear.

Inb4PrideBroken

I started to direct to her to the 7-8 subsection instead. After that little fiasco with sustaining my fragile pride, I assume that....

Spoiler for 18+:

she's the type of girl that focuses just on the head of the penis, and gives it her all in making sure just that part is completely stimulated as much as possible. She's rolling her tongue, she's pulling out all the stops.

She wasn't as wild and risky with her throat as "A" was who completely forgets about having a gag reflex, but hey, a fellatio is a fellatio.

Now moving on to C, I can't remember exactly what happened, but I DO know that I'm getting fellatio either way, that's all that matters.

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11.13.2012

I'm Minato Namikaze (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am freaking Minato Namikaze from the Naruto Series. I'm on top of a very thin black wire, and the overall environment indicates that it's night time.

It feels like I'm in a section of Konoha, and I'm currently in a tight situation while balancing myself on the wire. It seems Lord Raikage is after me, and he's in a form where he's a blob with tentacles. I have to use my hands to move across the wire, since he can't get me fast enough if I did that.

Then it looks like he's back to his regular self, maybe his younger self or current self, it's hard to tell because I see his face is altering a lot between those periods of his life.

I try to attempt the Flying Thunder God Jutsu to escape from him by throwing a specially-marked kunai to go past him,

but he immediately predicts where I'm going, since the kunai is thrown at a linear path, and for a brief moment, things go in slow motion. As his fist gets closer and closer to my face,

I realized I had a set of kunais at a remote location, so I shifted my mind to transport myself there with another Flying Thunder God Jutsu. And Lord Raikage is confused and isn't able to catch up to me. So I managed to escape and that's all I remember.

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11.13.2012

Bananas and a Fly (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember being at a small Indian store that you would see in New York, and my mother is buying some Bananas there. As she's in the process of buying them, a fruit fly, or a regular fly manages to get on top of one of the bananas.

I get concerned about this, because I feel it's going to suck the bananas out or something, and the person over at the cash register states that it won't be a problem with the fly in the bag, that the bananas will still be good.

I didn't really buy that, but my mom falls for it and gets the bananas. The man and his wife tell us to have a good day, and we leave.

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11.13.2012

Get Out (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember Curtis Payne from Tyler Perry's "House of Payne" telling me to get out, because I entered the wrong section of a building where only members could have access to I guess. Well, they should've made security tighter if all I had to was open the freaking the door.

I said, "Yes, sir," and looked at Calvin Payne and asked him what's the right entrance for me to go through, and he mentions that it's all the way behind him and the building. I forget what I did next.

My recall stays fragmented and I seem to not have any weapons against that. I usually only remember the last bit before waking up. Still, at least something every day. So let's head back to the past again. We have now reached July 2009, my best ever lucid month - 8 lucids in a month. To make that record, I had to have a lucid right on the first night of July. So let's delve into it.

Sex-filled Lucid with Bananas and Hairy-assed Fat Dudes <- My best headline so far.
Date: July 1st
Lucid: Yes
Method: DILD

My phone was calling people on it's own. It was possessed. It called to some unknown guy and then other unknown voice insulted the one who answered. Answerer got really upset for being called and insulted in the middle of the night. I was trying to explain that it wasn't me and that some unknown source is controlling my phone. I doubt he bought it.

I was panicking. I tried to shut it down. It restarted on it's own. I tried removing the battery. It didn't work. I was really getting desperate, until all the sudden I came to my senses. "Wait a minute... This kind of thing can't happen... I must be dreaming."

After the nose test confirmed that I was dreaming, and me being a raging dick, the logical conclusion was that I'd proceed to having some hot lucid sex. Unfortunately it wasn't that hot, in fact it didn't feel like anything. So after a quickie I decided that I'd try to do the challenge that was in effect in our forum. It was still the same as my last lucid - try to ask some kind of life advice, wisdom etc. from one of our real life buddies. So I decided to again get my hands to my buddy Niko.

Again I used passive control and just presumed that he would for some reason be in the room next to our shower - he indeed was. What's this thing with Niko and our shower? Why it seemed that I always found him near there? What was he doing there? Well, all I know is that he had a rake on his hands, so I guess he was raking the leaves... inside the house. Okay, it doesn't make any sense.

Niko's dream self was pretty annoying, far more annoying than his real self. When I started talking to him, he said jokingly that he could hit me in the head with that rake. I just calmly answered "you might as well do that, as this is only a dream." He didn't react to that. I lead the conversation to our forum thread and to the challenge so that it was natural for me to ask the question.
"So how you do you pick up a ton of women like you do?" I finally asked.
"Yeah, I certainly do", He answered smugly. That was no answer. Idiot.
"Yeah yeah, but why?!" I continued.
"Well", Niko started and got more serious, "it depends on the location etc..."

I guess that's true. To pick up tons of women, you gotta be near tons of women. Now that the challenge and sex were both done, I continued by simply being curious about the world around me. I tasted some bananas I ramdomly found. They tasted the usual, maybe a bit more lame than usual. Then I proceeded to have more sex. Yeah, I'm a raging dick. Some nude, hairy fat dude was wandering in the background during the act. I guess I'm fucked up. Also I started concentrating too much on the woman's breast and they turned into this mutilated mess of details as my brains kept twisting them. I needed to look away.

Finally I woke up. Well, that had lasted pretty long anyway, I consoled myself. I was also excited to go post this into our forum. I routinely still did the nose test. Wait a minute, I'm not even awake yet! I guess that's the difference between me then and now, I now struggle doing reality tests routinely straight when I wake up.

I wasn't sure if I'd remember the first instance with Niko, so I decided to be safe and go ask him something more. He was still there in the room next to the showers.
"So what are you exactly doing in here?" I asked to sate my curiosity.
"I'm cleaning", he answered.
"Yeah, but why are you cleaning here?"
"I'm cleaning!" He said with more force.

Dream ended there and I woke up.

WILD at 4 AM... successful!

I was in the ocean, which reminded me of the TOTY To kill jaws.

I wanted to waterbend again so I willed the water to start circling around me and then shoot me up. Right when I shot up into the air I made the water freeze, so I could have a platform to stand on.

I willed jaws to come and bang into the platform. The ice cracked. I looked down and saw a HUGE set of teeth with blood dripping on it.

I made ice shards come out of my hand and shot them directly into Jaw's mouth. More blood. I decided to use earthbending and make the ocean floor rise up below Jaws and trap him in an earth cage.

The color of the earth looked a little off. It was a greenish-brown. Jaws struggled to get free of the cage, when I had the most amazing idea ever.

I noticed the moon up in the sky and made it come racing down to Earth slamming into Jaws. I saw jaw's head go flying in one direction, while his body went flying in another. I got slammed back and started flying through the air, I was surprised I hadn't lost lucidity.

Everything went black, and I opened my eyes. I was still in the dream! Everything was yellow, and I was standing on an island. I could see bananas everywhere.

I grabbed one and tasted it. It was soft and...sour. Not like a real banana. Kind of tasted like ice cream. I walked along the beach looking for any DC, but I woke up.

I've just started to lucid dream, it's the second day

Anyways, here it goes:
January 16, 2011

Part 1: I fell asleep at about 10:00 PM
I dream that i was cooking breakfast, oatmeal acutally. And i said,"Mom, how do i make this?"
My mom did not reply, so i took eggs (for some random reason) and put them in the microwave with some bananas. I started the timer for a minute or so then waited. The microwave stopped and i opened the microwave door and the eggs had brown spots on them, somehow i "knew" that the brown spots were oatmeal and i carved off the brown spots off of the eggs and ate it....It tasted like oatmeal...

Part 2: I "woke up" and uncovered my pet parakeet's cage, i said "Goodmorning" to the bird and he wolf called or whistled, don't really know what you call it. But i've been teaching that to him for about a week and somehow i dream of him doing it.... lol

Morning of September 2, 1968. Monday.



In my dream, in readying myself for starting school on Tuesday September 3, 1968, my transportation will apparently be a banana boat. It will seemingly be as such for about two weeks regarding the somewhat unclear back story, as apparently the school buses are all broken down and will not be fixed until a couple weeks from now.

At one point, it mostly seems as if the cargo boat is somehow going over land rather than any body of water. There is the sighting of a mischievous monkey near the top of a crane that looks somewhat like a sketchy charcoal drawing at one point. At times, the many bananas lying around do not seem exactly like bananas, though many have likely been mangled or flattened somehow.

At one point, there are a number of small columns, about waist high, each topped with at least two or three bunches of bananas. (It reminds me vaguely of the layout of a drive-in theater.)

Students are wandering around, but soon, I do not see anyone but a few adults and they seem to be shopping (buying bananas only). I wonder if I am in the right place.

It is only a guess that this dream was most influenced by “Day-O (The Banana Boat Song)” by Harry Belafonte (especially the association with the line “I wanna go home” in anticipation of an unknown new semester), as my sister Marilyn had the record, though I mostly heard it in 1966.

Another influence might have been associations with my new lunch box for second grade (of the same kind as shown), as it was yellowish (but then so are school buses) and vaguely reminiscent of a banana (the handle was yellowish and curved).



It is probably far more revealing to say “It reminds me vaguely of the layout of the desks of a classroom” than suggesting a drive-in theater here, though it was outside and it was a genuine reflection at the time - perhaps contemplating being in a classroom again yet still with the additional potential of outside freedom - though inside/outside ambiguity is fairly common in my dreams - though exotic and highly unlikely outside settings sometimes seem bilocated in an inside familiar location; for example, at one point (though not throughout that particular dream) the “large desert” in “Beyond the Martian Time Barrier / The Martian Casket” was seemingly somehow “of” and “in” the living room of my Cubitis home while still seeming like a “real” desert setting including even the larger expanse of land and the sky overhead - it was only as my dream was ending that I became more aware of where I “really” seemed to be mentally as walls and floor began to partially come into focus.