Themes: Groceries, shellfish, half-cousin (anonymous), Deathnote (L), Birthday, cake, sex, tan faux-leather recliner, obnoxious cartoons, pokemon,
(Semicontrolled lucidity starts a within a few seconds of the beginning of thedream, and slowly fades until I’m barely lucid enough to wake up. I have had other sex-themed dreams since starting the journal, but most of them could be toned down without altering what happened in the dream.) I’m at the grocery store, and had been sent to buy fish, or shellfish. I check the crab legs, they art decent quality. Fresh-cooked, not chilled, which is odd. There is a lot of barbecue stuff, sauces and Coleman Foreman grills and charcoal. It is late in the year, mid to late fall, maybe October, so they are out of place. I’m going home, on the street outside my house (viewing this in 3rd-person view from a fixed but rotary viewpoint at the end of the street), getting the mail from our mailbox across the street. I am inside, it’s not my house inside, curled up in a pleather armchair with my half-cousin watching television. She’s about a year older than me, and the chair looks like it was made from the same material as the deerskin-looking boots on the sim I had modded into existence earlier that day, before going to sleep (Tananda from Robert Aspirin’s Myth Adventures series. The earlier books, before she was completely green.) It’s someone’s birthday, which is why there are people there who otherwise wouldn’t be. She’s now half-naked, snuggling closer and rubbing against me. I’m getting an erection, which presses between the top of her thighs, as she is both wearing jeans and laying face-up on top of me in the chair. I begin massaging her, and she has seemingly arbitrary negative and positive reactions. Eventually, someone who looks exactly like L/Ryuzaki from Deathnote pops up to the right of us, says “not there!” (reminding me of those stupid flash games where you click randomly until either the setting is destroyed or the girl has stripped down to a bikini), and takes a piece of cake from the pizza in a box on the formerly empty table. It was chocolate, with white frosting, two layers. I found this (why he sliced the cake when there was nothing but pizza from which to cut it) odd, but was preoccupied by 1.a manga character popping up next to me and stealing a piece of cake, and 2. The now fully naked girl laying on top of me. I begin massaging her breasts again, rubbing down across her stomach, thighs, and crotch. My… penis is… out… and now completely between the tops of her thighs. She’s rubbing… grinding, against me… she’s getting close to climax, someone walks in the door and she’s behind the chair and I’m completely contained by my clothing, and it turns out I am the person the birthday party is for. There are two kids now on the television, which had been on the entire time but blurred, with the sound off. One says they should attack the others with SuperSoakers, the other summpons a pokemon- a Bulbasaur or a Bulbamander (bulbasaur/charmander cross), and the other summons a Squirtle. By now, the scene on the television is in 3-d, the sort of hologram you get when the 3-d on a movie doesn’t quite sync with the distance between your eyes, and the pokemon are fighting independently of their trainers. One of the trainers says, “I know! Let’s throw pokeballs at them!” They pull miniaturized pokeballs out, of their packs/belts, expand them, and jump from in front of the television to go to the other room. This is getting so stupid I not only can’t see straight, I can’t stay asleep. I wake up.