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    1. Sextopia - Dream Adventure 101

      by , 06-18-2013 at 05:39 PM
      Sextopia - The Dream Adventures is a class of my dream series that I'll post only the best and most detailed sexual endeavors of my subconscious. Strap yourself in (or down) as I take you into the different rooms of my sex kingdom, because this is going to be a bumpy ride!


      Level of Lucidity: 4
      Level of Clarity: 8
      Level of Realism: 9
      (levels based 0-10, 0-5 being low - good 5-10 being great - extreme)

      Adventure 101: I am sitting in a very fancy apartment lounge. Suddenly I see an exotic looking girl cross the hallway in front of me.



      I said hello to her and as she turned I noticed it's a girl that I know. She's Indian-American so she has a fair slightly dark skin tone and brilliantly tuned features.


      We begin to talk for a bit and then I look her dead in the eye and say "Sex."

      She smiles a bit and tells me to wait a minute. She walks off and walks back in with her cousin, who is also Indian-American, and definitely very attractive.



      Her cousin eyes me up for a moment and we step through a doorway which leads to a small box shaped room. There's velvet on the walls with golden flakes, and a single long couch.



      We passionately embrace, and begin making out.

      As things progress I start to lift her shirt and move in for some mouth to boob action. I notice that one of her nipples is pierced, which doesn't bother me too much. As I move over to the other boob for more comfort, I notice she has several piercings along her breasts and stomach, but I wasn't going to let that stop me.

      As I'm going at it she let's me know, subtly, that she's ready for more. I whip out the good stuff, and she tells me how large I am and that she's not sure if she can take it all, and to go easy. She holds up a strange sort of plastic tube that looks similar to a graduated cylinder.

      Without any lubricant she sticks my dick into the tube. I look down and notice that my dick, is extremely pointy on the end, and is almost sharp to the touch. I didn't think much of it and continued my sexcapade.

      After giving her a demonstration with the tube I toss it aside and move it in for the kill. After a few brief thrusts I see everything from the dream flash backwards very quickly and the dream scene changes to something else.

      Updated 06-20-2013 at 04:16 PM by 63661

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , dream fragment
    2. 3/23/13 - Killing With Dexter

      by , 03-24-2013 at 02:26 AM
      I was able to knock out for an hour or so...

      I'm standing above a body on a table. This person, which I cannot see, is restrained with endless amounts of plastic. I'm holding a knife right above their heart. My hands won't stop shaking. Dexter walks up behind me, pressing his chest into my back and securing his arms around my waist. "You can do this", he says. "I'm right here with you." I close my eyes, take a breath, and without hesitation, I plunge the knife into the body.

      Updated 07-31-2013 at 06:53 AM by 61973

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    3. Women in a Store

      by , 01-26-2013 at 04:33 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Women in a Store

      I was in a dorm room, but I think it was also a restaurant. It was very crowded. I had a football in my hand, and I pretended like I was going to throw it. Then a pretty, long, straight, dark-haired waitress type held up her hands for me to throw it.

      I was happy to throw it. There were lots of people in front of her but I made a perfect throw over their hands and she caught it. Then she threw it back to me. I caught it, but so did someone else. I fought for sole possession of the ball, but couldn't get it. I told the girl that I did catch it though, meaning I didn't miss the ball.

      I was going down the street in a car that you propel with your feet like in the Flintstones...or something. I never saw the vehicle, but that's the best I can imagine it. The only thing is that I didn't propel it like Fred in the Flintstones. I moved it along more like a scooter or a bike, but it wasn't like that either. It was more awkward.

      Anyway, I passed a store with an open front. There was a man on a cell phone tossing a large, foamy, red football up in the air the way I toss a ball to myself when nobody is there to throw it to. I had passed him and stopped to check out the ball. I wanted it, but realized that it wasn't a quality ball, so I'd rather not have it at all.

      Then I payed more attention to the store. I saw jerseys hanging from the ceiling. The store was packed with hanging clothes, but that was just the opening to get people's attention.

      I decided to check it out, and once I started to go in, I was already in the store. It looked like Hobby Lobby the way the aisles and light looked.

      There were about 4 or 5 older ladies talking. One mentioned something about weather this was a dream. I thought about that myself and decided to RC. One of my fingers looked a little funny, but I had five fingers. This always happens to me, so I always count them until I have six, which I did.

      I walked up to one of the ladies and told her it was a dream alright, and started copping a feel. Her breasts were wrinkly, so I said, "Hold on." I wanted to be polite (to my DC ) and not let on that I wanted younger breasts. I left and found some people in a line waiting for service.

      There were three attractive ladies. I turned their faces to me for a better look and only one was really that attractive, so I took her out of line.

      I took her to a room with a table and lay her on it, then I started making out with her. It was a great kiss, but unfortunately it was the best part of the dream.

      I decided to take off her clothes. I looked down where her pants or dress would be and she was in some kind of plastic case. I lifted up these latches all along the case and opened the lid like a plastic, top loading file box, but there was just more plastic under the lid. I was pissed.

      I tried to take it off but was just wasting my time. I took my pants down instead and sat up near her face and made her give me a hummer, but that didn't last long. Someone peeked in the door and the DC didn't want to cooperate.

      Then a man and some lady came in. I didn't want to get in trouble, so I was going to kick their ass. I went up to the lady and said, "I'll get to you later." Then I went up to the guy, but then I was outside the room and didn't need to fight him; I was still in fight mode.

      I ran up to a table focusing on belief, jumped onto it, and jumped off it and started flying. I became heavy, but kept flying until I went up just a bit. I started fighting some short black guy, though it wasn't really fighting. It was more showing dominance. I asked, "How can you fight me when I can do this?" I was flying all around him, though I was so heavy, he could grab a-hold of me. Not my finest lucid hour, but it was still fun.

      Then I was outside. A lady came running up and screaming. Something was wrong with her little boy, so I lay her down and tried to make her give me a hummer. She didn't fight, but I didn't really get a hummer either.

      I did first consider helping the woman and her boy, but it was a dream, so I decided against it. I wonder if the dream would have been more interesting if I had helped her. Maybe next time.

      Anyway, now my friend J. F. is with me giving me advice on such occasions. I asked him if he'd been looking in on my dreams. He said, "I've been paying attention." The point was, he thought I shouldn't be making people give me hummers, or at least not when they are in need of help. I was offended that he would and could spy on my dreams, but I thought it was interesting also.

      I wondered how he did it. He said you take a diaphragm-and he held up some little something between his fingers. It had cartoony sparkly lines coming out from it like it was glowing. This scene repeated once or twice. I don't remember what he said he did with this "diaphragm."

      Anyway, it was time for us to fly off and help the lady. We all went in that direction, but the lady had to run. J.F. and I flew. I was still heavy, so we pulled me up a bit, though I saw him pull me up from third person as I was flying. He grabbed onto the flying person by a coat, probably a coat I've been thinking about lately.

      Then my dream ended.

      This dream was full of inspiration of what I've been thinking about lately, including inspiration from CanisLucidus. I should track my lucids inspired by intention after talking to my DV friends. There have already been several instances, mostly, if not all by MoJoe and MrDreamsX.




    4. Snowman in the sand

      by , 01-28-2012 at 05:02 PM (Taffy's Sweet Dreams)
      I was at the beach building a snowman. When I was finished all of the snow around it disappeared revealing the sand beneath. The snowman was at least three times my height. Its head was on crooked, so I climbed up and tried to turn it. It only budged a little bit. The snowman already had eyes and a nose. I went to get arms for the snowman farther down the beach. They were huge and made of plastic, and tough to carry, but even though they were heavy I was able to carry both. When I got back there was a group of kids surrounding the snowman. They had attatched ropes to it so that it didn't fall over, kind of like when you pitch a tent. I lifted up the arms and slid them into place, then began putting a rope stake into the sand. The sand was wet so the stake (a red pair of pliers) didn't stay in the ground. As I was doing this the group of kids talked about their sister who was starring in a play. One of them said that their mother didn't want her to be in the play, but I said that was stupid. One of them agreed with me but another one didn't.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    5. walking on the subway tracks

      by , 08-01-2011 at 12:28 PM
      Good morning, everybody.

      Dream #1

      I was on a somewhat crowded subway platform. I got onto a train, possibly without being quite sure that the train was the one I needed.

      The train went for a little way, then I realized that it red the wrong train. A few other people realized the train was the wrong one. I thought we'd all have to go back the way we'd come and get on the right train from the stop we'd left grim.

      But now a few black women and I were all out, walking on the tracks of an elevated, above-ground portion of the train's route. It was dark night, and we could barely see anything. One of the women may have had a flashlight with her.

      Apparently we were looking for the correct train. We'd just gotten off our previous train through something like an auxiliary door while the train had been stopped. Apparently, once we found the correct train, it would somehow stop again, and we'd get on through another auxiliary door.

      But as we walked along the tracks, I got more and more afraid. It was dark, and you couldn't see anything outside of the beam of the weak flashlight. Plus, the floor of the elevated platform seemed to be made out of really cheap, brittle plastic. As we progressed, it felt like the plastic was breaking more and more under our steps. These elevated tracks were also really high above ground. So I felt like I could break through the plastic floor and fall to my death at any moment.

      I wondered how much more of this I could take. I felt bad, because the women I was with didn't seem to be afraid at all. But I was hoping I could get away from them and find a more sensible way of catching a train.

      I was now back on a subway platform. The platform was for one of the elevated stops. It felt pretty lonely. I had the feeling that I was here because I'd willed myself to be out of the situation of walking on the tracks. So I was kind of disappointed in myself. I'd obviously let my fear get to me so that I'd ended up in a different situation. I didn't even know if this train was the one I was looking for, anyway.
    6. jumping off the high dive

      by , 07-13-2011 at 11:39 AM
      Good morning, everybody. I'm sorry I haven't been around in a while. I had a kind of dry spell.

      Dream #1

      I was at a pool with a group of kids who were maybe around nine years old. The pool may have been indoors. I was in the water. The kids were jumping off a high dive. There were other adults, who sat somewhere around the pool. It was like I was the only adult playing with the kids.

      I was encouraging the kids to jump off the high dive and not be afraid. But I realized I was telling the kids to jump while I wasn't jumping. I thought I should be jumping as well.

      Suddenly I was at the top of the diving board. There were a line of kids crowded behind me. Then, suddenly, I was descending into the water. A little girl was descending beside me, and I had to swerve somehow to miss her. I plunged into the water.

      I again had the thought that I shouldn't encourage the kids to jump if I didn't jump as well. I was again climbing the ladder, which seemed to be rather thin and made of very clean and shiny, chrome-like rails and steps.

      I got to the top. I thought I'd be afraid to look down to the water. But it wasn't that bad. I jumped. I wasn't very afraid, but I called out, "Oh, I'm afraid!" to make the kids laugh.

      I was now climbing up the ladder again. I was at the back of a smallish line of older boys or boyish-looking adult men. I looked over to my left and saw that there was another high dive.

      Both high dives were the same height. But the one on the left was crowded with little kids. It also had a different look. It was all made in some kind of plastic or fiberglass material, like an amusement park ride. And it looked like a mix between a palm tree and a hamburger. In fact, the board area was made to look like the bottom bun, patty, and lettuce and tomatoes of a hamburger, with no top bun.
    7. Fleeing From a Bear and Hunting in the Arctic

      by , 07-02-2011 at 06:41 AM
      Type: Regular dream.
      Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
      Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

      Notes:
      Is there some sort of connection between summer and really insane dreams? Being chased and escaping long-haired bears simply by running away, hunting as a bird, and shopping for pokemon cards hanging on a tall sheet of ice, all in one dream. A long one, too!

      I was in my subconscious' rendition of the arctic. This place wasn't as flat and barren as you see in photos; instead, it was relatively bumpy with hills and miniature cliffs all over the place. Strangely, there was a very high ceiling surrounding everything too, just floating in the sky - there were no walls; you could see arctic scenery for miles if you looked, but the ceiling still made everything relatively dim because it blocked out the sun. And you couldn't tell where the ceiling started and ended.

      There were a few thicker logs strewn around, all of them acting as ramps to get to higher vantage points. One of them had branches that were much more twisted and stronger than they should've been, almost as thick as the log itself. The whole place felt deliberately set up and it almost reminded me of a museum diorama, but to my dream self, it still looked very real.

      Within this setting, I was standing around and talking to my sister and one of my friends. I can't remember the subject matter, but I had essentially stolen something from my friend, and they didn't know I was the person who stole it. I was trying to keep them from discovering that. This conversation lasted a few minutes. We were in a sort of alcove, surrounded by walls of ice about 7 feet tall. There were a few large logs that were angled against the walls, which provided escape routes if we wanted to leave the alcove. I broke away from the group and started to walk toward one of the logs, hoping to climb it out of the alcove. However, as I reached the base of the log, I came face-to-face with a large brown bear. The bear was big, probably eight or nine feet tall if it stood on all fours and it had especially long fur, twice the length of a normal bear's fur. It bared its teeth at me and opened its mouth, roaring in my face. I turned and booked it towards the other log, running up it and stopping when I got to the top. I looked back down and saw the brown bear coming up the log quickly, a speed that would only be possible if it were just skimming over the surface and not actually making contact with the wood.

      Forgetting about the two people who were still in the alcove, I turned and ran away from the bear, hoping I'd lose it. Somehow, I outran it. Still running, I took a right turn, veering behind a big ice shelf. As I turned the corner of this shelf, I slowed down to a walk. The bizarre "ceiling" that I described earlier disappeared, and it was now lighter outside; it was definitely daytime because the sky was blue and I could see the sun. The snow was pretty close to a pure white, maybe with a tint of blue.

      As I walked, I thought, 'I have to start a new life here, because I can't go back'. I started looking for something to eat.

      Eventually, I came across a small group of evergreen trees. There were a few brown sticks and twigs growing out of the ground around them, too. Some of them combined to form other, tinier trees. Between two of these trees, I saw a small ferret, mostly white with tiny black eyes and grey ears. It was probably twelve inches long, and not quite as pudgy as a regular ferret. It was sniffing along the ground, moving as if in slow motion, but twitching and acting like a regular ferret all the same. I knew I would need to eat it.

      Somewhere during this, I assumed the form of a bird. I leaped at the ferret in slow motion, and I saw one of my feet reaching out in front of me, in an attempt to grab it. The foot was dark grey, and it had four toes with black talons. I ended up passing right over top of the ferret, missing it, and landing on the ice in front of it. I spun around to see where the ferret was, but it wasn't there anymore, even though it should have been. Instead, I heard it "chirp" behind me.

      The dream skipped a bit, and then I was a person again. I was at the base of a snowy hill, digging a small hole in the snow with my right hand, using my fingernails to scrape the slushy ice out. The final hole looked extremely neat and slick, not at all like I'd dug it up using my hand; it was more like someone had taken a cylinder, shoved into the snow, and pulled out a snow sample. Then I snuck to the top of the hill, crouching down a bit, and hung around there for a while. I'm not sure what happened directly after this, but after what I "knew" was some chunk of time, I returned to the hole and found a small, square-shaped steak right outside of the hole. I had "caught" the ferret.

      I ate it, but I can't remember how or what it tasted like.

      After eating, I started to walk back to where I'd ran from the brown bear, past the ice shelf. Now, however, I "knew" that there were Pokemon cards on the shelf. There were seven or eight small metal nails pinned evenly in two rows; hanging from them were cards in realistic plastic sleeves (not the reflective kind, just clear). A few of the cards were big, around the size of the cover of a small novel. I spotted these ones immediately and knew they were fake.

      The dream ended.

      Updated 05-16-2023 at 07:26 AM by 28408

      Categories
      non-lucid
    8. The Cobra Kit

      by , 06-14-1975 at 12:14 PM
      Morning of June 14, 1975. Saturday.



      This dream scenario takes place mostly in the living room in our Cubitis home and everything is mostly the same as it is in reality. My father seems to be the only other character in my dream. (I believe there is a subtle association with Father’s Day, which would be the day after this date, though I am the one who gets a gift.) I am on the couch - and this was the time when visitors used it for sleeping. It is in its normal place in the southwest corner of the living room, lengthwise to the south wall.

      I have been given a plastic model kit from Revell, I believe. It is a cobra, the snake kind, not the car model. It is black and has a couple interchangeable pieces for the final version. (I have not seen this kit in real life if there is one like it.) The finished plastic model has hinges in one section that allow it to sway side to side like a real cobra. I do not think I have finished putting the model together before my dream finally fades.

      It is possible that my dream self in this case associated the Cobra Car with the cobra snake. However, I had a very early childhood dream of a cobra in the hayloft and deliberately trying to “create” it within my lucid dream in one clearer version, which can also be found in this journal (Link). There may be a connection or association, in this case, “creating” a cobra with a model rather than as a tulpa.

      In real life (prior to this dream), I had gotten a large number of plastic model kits from sister Carol, for my birthday (December 20th) and Christmas, that were of animals such as a bear, deer, a couple horses (including a rather large black stallion), and so on. My mother had gotten me mostly only car models, but also a few dinosaur models later.

      Updated 12-09-2015 at 11:20 AM by 1390

      Tags: cobra, kit, model, plastic
      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment