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    1. 29 Jan: Underground lab, prostitution ring and my dog turns into a man

      by , 01-29-2019 at 09:54 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      My attic turns into an underground lab where a large team of crazy people are doing experiments with different gases. I have a little room in there, don't know why, but I leave when I start to see that their gas containers are not containing the gases and many different ones are escaping. A few are affecting the scientists and technicians minds, they laugh and make even more mistakes. I get as far away as possible, but there is a huge underground explosion that affects the entire city nearby. The gas spreads though the subway tunnels and the hole city implodes. The floor underneath me also sinks, but I am fine.

      I am hostage and being exploited for prostitution, but an elite ring of prostitution. We are drugged with a blue liquid and mentally enslaved. There's a new virgin girl of only 16 years old being sold for a million. I get a nice girl as a client, we talk a lot, she tells me all she knows about the whole scheme and how she is trying to rescue us, buy she paid for me and has to keep the cover, so we have some kisses and cuddles. Meanwhile, a black girl has some kind of small explosives and tries to kill her client. She is punished in front of me and maybe killed when they take her away.

      My dog Hachi is lose and fighting a wolf on the neighbor's land. A couple of men get in the scene before I do, he runs away and the wolf disappears. I look for him, the men tell me he is hurt. I find him kind of lost in the nearest town, I call his name and he sees me but keeps wandering around for a while. Then he becomes a man, a pretty sexy guy with long hair, a bit scruffy. He finally lets me approach him. I see he has blood in his arms and a couple of horrible bites. I tell him he has to go to the hospital or some clinic and we look for it. I hold him tight, very protective of this big man and feeling very attracted to him, but he is my dog and very innocently he calls me mom and I feel awkward.
    2. Dump Truck Bed

      by , 07-15-2014 at 01:24 AM (The Kestrel's Dreams)
      July 14, 2014



      During the night, I only have vague impressions that I had a clip-board. I have no idea why or even what the clip-board was like.



      Then I took a 1.5 hour nap at 4:00, after my yet-again-long day as a teaching intern, and had this dream:

      I was at the elementary school in which I am an intern for summer classes, and we were all in our class after the kids had left. Most of my actual cohort-mates were there, but a few of them were replaced with guys (IRL there's only one guy in the cohort). I was aiming for one of them, and hoping that another of them would end up with one of my friends (we'll call this other one George for now, since he comes in later).

      The day was done and I decided to take a nap before heading home; so I curled up in one of the empty classrooms and dreamed that I was a prostitute on my first night on the job. When I woke up, I was thinking that I needed some money, and being a prostitute wouldn't be all that bad, anyways. So I went down the street to the Prostitution Center (which doesn't exist IRL) and asked to fill out a form to apply for work.

      The secretary there didn't seem to like me; she noticed the hours I was logging in as "previous experience" and made some snide comment that I don't quite remember. She also noticed my class ring and rolled her eyes. Part of the job was that we had to lift three boxes of supplies per day, at the main building; they received shipments daily of things like condoms, kinky roleplay outfits, and silk and lace. Just before I was going to get taken on a tour of the facilities, I heard the beeping of a truck backing up, and then a few men came in with said boxes, placing them at the door. Two scantily clad women walked in on stilettos and each lifted a box, taking them beep inside the building. I saw those high heels and panicked for a moment.

      "I'm not going to have to wear those heels, am I? I'll die, or kill a client or something."
      The secretary shook her head, and led me to a door behind the counter. She opened it, and I followed her into a large factory-like room with concrete floors and tape lines to guide people and machinery. I didn't ask what they did in this room, but I assumed it was some fantasy- or fetish-room, for men who liked that sort of thing. The secretary pointed to another door on the opposite side and paused to inspect something or other. I went to the door, and opened it, holding it open and waiting for the secretary. I think she warmed up to me with that. She thanked me and we continued with the tour. The new room was an office-building; cubicles and photocopiers in dark corners and a whole row of boss's offices, doors shut and blinds pulled. Another fetish-room?

      We exited that room into the open. There was another building in the business, so we would take the company's advertizing vehicle there. It was a dump-truck. But the bed of the dump-truck was a huge mattress (I didn't realize how hilariously punny that was until I woke up and texted Zukin about it, HAHAHA). The secretary gestured for me to hop into the bed, while she got into the cockpit. I felt vulnerable and exposed on the mattress, and to my horror, we were going to pass the school to get to the other building. I tried to hide my face, especially when I saw that some of the kids were actually still there, waiting for parents or perhaps a late bus. One of the kids was one of my rising 3rd graders, and I prayed she wouldn't see me. It was then that I decided that I probably shouldn't be a prostitute, because I was going to be a teacher, and it wouldn't look good.

      As we approached the T-intersection where we'd turn right, I noticed a bit of a jam; the bus had gotten there, but the road was being blocked by a sudden accident, and the bus was having to get out of the jam by going around the left edge of the road, behind the trees which separated the road from a large drop (apparently we were on a high hill). I was impressed by this feat of maneuvering on the bus-driver's part, but I waved to the secretary and asked, "Sooo... What if I decided I don't really want to do this anymore?"

      She just smiled and turned right, as if heading to the other building, but turned around in the driveway of the school, and dropped me off at the main building again. "So can we just go back in there and shred this application? Those hours I logged were a dream, anyways." I asked, glad that she understood.

      "No problem. I'll do it for you even, so you don't have to go back in." I handed her the application, which I'd torn in half, and smiled.

      "Thanks!"

      She honked goodbye and drove off into the industrial parking lot of the main building. Since I didn't have my car, I went to the nearest bus stop, and as I walked, the world slowly shifted into an anime-ish world. A few of my cohort-mates were sitting at the bus stop when I got there. Apparently they had also just decided not to be prostitutes. We all started gossiping about the guys in our class. "So, George, right? He should totally be with *insert name of freind (not sure which one it was haha)*, right?" I said, and the other two looked at me, incredulous.

      "Dude, no. He totally has a crush on you. It's pretty obvious." One of them said.

      "What? Noooo." I laughed and shook my head.

      "No, really. He watches you a lot, actually. You should tap that. He's got the looks AND the personality."

      I thought about George, and smiled a little. He was pretty handsome... I decided to switch my target to him, and hope that my friend got with my original target.

      Then I woke up because Zukin texted me (haha! It was right before my alarm was going to go off anyways, though)