ok so friday night i’m hanging out with this girl i really like. we’re fooling around on a bed. not fooling around the sexual way you sickos but the flirty nibbling on eachother and massaging eachother way. i had a great time. well i went to bed with you-know-what on my mind. and now... the dream.

the dream starts out with me, in the same room, on the same bed, with the same girl, that i was with no more than 4 hours earlier in real life. i become lucid. everything is so vivid. i know it’s a dream but i can’t tell. i seriously can’t tell the difference between the two worlds. i look everywhere. the lights are dim, there are candles and incense lit, radiohead is playing on the stereo. everything is in it’s place. then i look at my hands and stick my finger through my palm, this just reaffirms me and puts me at rest. well i look at the girl and she asks me to give her a massage (exactly what she did in real life). i do (exactly what i did in real life). ... ... some nibbling occurs ... i wont bore you with the details of the night, but i will say this, it was exactly the same as what happened in real life! i loved the moment sooo much that i didn’t change a thing. it was romantic, but we didn’t go to far. it wasn’t awkward in the slightest, i was simply a good time. it lasted the whole 2 hours. it was a carbon copy of what i had just done. i was lucid and everything, i just kept going along with the act. this was quite possibly one of the most satisfying dreams i’ve ever had. ever. i can’t begin to tell you how much i love lucid dreaming. gah. *rolls over on side*