11.12.2012First Floor Boob Awareness Room? (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm going into an elevator, and I press the button for "Floor 1," which is going up instead of down. There's a room that gets my attention, it's called "Boob Awareness" or something like that. It seems I'm there too early, because there's not a lot of people inside, just two girls showing random purple lineart of drawn women. So I head back out and go back at a later time. I head back to the door, slowly open it. There's a female wearing a black blouse, and she has a nice rack on her. Spoiler for 18+: I go into the room a bit more, and she quickly slams the door shut. She has her hands behind her ass, and rests them against the door. I get close to her, and immediately groped her breasts. She starts getting excited, and she starts saying a few naughty words that I can't recall too well. Her breasts feel so soft, and I moved them randomly, clockwise, anti-clockwise, up and down. Then I take the front of her blouse off, leaving it to hug under her huge tits. She starts getting even more stimulated from this, and then she gets closer to me and braces her body to mine. Then I wanted to aim to lick her nipples, but as soon as I'm doing that, I feel myself waking up gradually. The last fleeting moments involved both of us resting on the floor, with her on top of me. I think she told me that she wants to have anal sex.... Then I FUCKING WAKE UP, AND I CAN'T GO BACK BECAUSE I HAVE 20 MINUTES BEFORE I HAVE TO WAKE UP. FUCK MY LIFE. FUCK IT._________________________ 11.12.2012Tied Up (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I only remember being tied up, and I feel like I'm in the body of Ryoma Echizen, the same dude I posted a picture of in the last dream journal entry (where he had green aura around him and held a red racquet). My feet were tied up, and my hands were behind my back and tied up as well. I tried avoid this bald dude wearing a swamp green shirt and regular denim jeans that I feel is trying to find me. I scooted over near a pile of dead leaves, hoping that I could avoid him. He still finds me, and he takes me back to wherever he wants to take me. Then I get a dream shift where I'm probably in a dream body of my waking life body. I end up going into this area that overall has a brown setting to it. It almost resembles a restroom, and the urinals are spread out. I think I'm following a group of random people, maybe 2-3. We're planning to jump over the urinals, since there's a huge gap on top of them to get out of. I see the same bald dude with the swamp green shirt and denim jeans, but I don't have the feelings of fear like before when I was Ryoma Echizen. I guess I was a completely different mindset in this dream.
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 Two female movie stars were getting married to each other. They were walking down some kind of red carpet, like they were going to or coming from an awards ceremony. The carpet ran down some kind of narrow hallway the right side of which had no wall, but was open to the golden sunlight of late afternoon. The two stars were both known for being gorgeous. One of them was a beautiful blonde with her hair up in a narrow wave. She wore a tiny, white dress with something shimmery on it, like sequins or mother of pearl. She smiled and giggled kind of like Scarlet Johanssen. But the other star was completely wrapped in a black cloth. The cloth was then bound with something like ropes or bungee cords, so that it was tight on the woman. The cloth looked like felt, and in a lot of places it was cut into wide fringes. The cords were all neon colors -- like neon orange, blue, and pink. In addition, the woman wore canvas-topped shoes of different neon colors: mostly neon blue, with bits of neon orange and neon pink. I wondered whether the woman's outfit had something to do with her religion. Maybe she was required, as a woman, to cover her whole body once she was married. I may have questioned this, since I figured any religion that had such a policy would probably not be okay with lesbian marriage. Dream #2 I was outside in some city area, on cobbled streets and near a fountain. It was daytime. I was before some yellow-walled apartment building. I saw my old friend R. I may have been surprised to see him. But I may somehow have gotten the idea that he'd planned to meet up with me in this place. He knew I didn't want to see him anymore. And he'd somehow manipulated this situation, I felt, so that I'd have to see him. It turned out -- maybe I'd known this in advance -- that R lived in the apartment I'd stood in front of. R had me go upstairs with him. It was somehow like I was going to live with R for a little while, like I was trying to get back on my feet and he was letting me stay with him. We were now upstairs and in R's bedroom. R had pulled out a stack of pornographic magazines. I had the feeling that they were mine, as if I had lived here before, or as if I had lived here for a while now and had hidden these magazines somewhere here, like under the mattresses. R was starting to make me feel bad about having magazines like this in his house. I was feeling embarrassed and ashamed. But then R actually had me start looking at the magazines with him, as if he were already interested in them and was now trying to get me interested in them, too.
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