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    More Troublesome Fragments

    by LisezLeLui on 07-13-2019 at 04:22 PM
    I was standing in the lobby to some kind of school/museum combo (not really too clear on how that worked) where people were being hired to clean up various portions of the building as pseudo-janitors. I somehow got a position doing this and was asked to meet up with the woman who was coordinating the cleanup effort at a certain place at 1:00 PM. The time to go to work drew near, but I got distracted by some people who were setting up a booth from which they would hand out incredibly rare sheet music (for which I've been searching for months in real life) for free and decided to wait for them to finish so I could get some before they ran out. I successfully obtained the music, but it was now 1:30; I didn't really care and decided to just quit the job so I wouldn't have to face being late.

    At some other point, I was watching a movie that I believed had something to do with The X-Files, but was really a mundane high-school fantasy film where the gimmick is that this specific teacher can do magic, resulting in "wacky hijinks." Most of the movie was pretty unremarkable, but then my "old friend" decided to stop by... The teacher announced that everyone in the class was going to switch bodies with someone of the opposite gender for a day; the reason for this was never explained. A "jock" stereotype character wearing a football uniform then looked at a scantily-clad voluptuous "cheerleader" stereotype character and said out loud, "Oh yeah! Make me blonde and busty!" The teacher then switched the two characters' bodies. I became aroused again, with the same annoying end result as last time.

    I am at my wit's end! If I allowed myself to curse, you would be seeing a whole lot of profanity right now... Why do I keep having these dreams, and why are they always tied to cheerleaders and football players specifically? (I've had some more of them than I've recorded here.) The worst part is that these things haunt me during the day as well -- it's very difficult not to be reminded of them whenever I see anything even the remotest bit suggestive (seeing latex balloons has triggered the memory), and their incredible persistence is actually interfering with my ability to think clearly. I'm really not so bothered by the mere fact of having them; it's their impact on my mental clarity that's really frustrating...

    A Rather Persistent Fetish

    by LisezLeLui on 07-12-2019 at 04:44 AM
    I have been letting my recall atrophy a little too much lately (hopefully I'll get back on track tonight); even so, this particular nugget of memory refused to succumb to the void today along with the rest of the dream it was from. I'm still unsure of whether or not that's a good thing...

    I am taking an orientation tour of a college resembling the one I enrolled at in real life; all I remember about it now is that the campus consisted of a number of grassy fields crossed by wide brick paths (similarly to most other colleges) and that the school colors were blue and white. I see a girl dressed in cheerleading regalia ahead of me on the path; she is facing me and jumping up and down -- or more accurately, she jumps up once and then "pauses" in mid-air as if moving in slow motion. A tour guide next to me explains that it is traditional for all new students at the college to dress up as the opposite sex on the first day -- boys dress as cheerleaders and girls dress as football players. This prospect arouses me considerably (I need a catchphrase for when these kinds of situations inevitably happen), and I begin to fantasize about the upcoming event before waking up to find that I had not been able to "contain my arousal" (so to speak).

    I should really make this "feminization arousal" my prompt to do a RC. It would certainly be more effective than FAs, which I mostly stopped having shortly after I made them my prompt to do a RC -- and if the same thing happens with these kinds of events, so much the better!


    by LisezLeLui on 07-04-2019 at 01:55 PM
    I was watching an episode of this TV show that used to play when I was really young called The Backyardigans. The characters started off on a journey around the world for some reason, stopping by a large iceberg with magical properties in order to rub themselves against its sloping sides and gain its power. They also re-enacted a Jewish legend involving the prophet Jeremiah (likely conflated with that one where King Solomon locks his daughter in a tower) at some point. I forget where the characters ended up.

    It eventually turned out that I had been watching all this from a hotel room I was sharing with my father, who in this dream was some kind of deadbeat drug addict. It was now time to get ready for bed, which I did over the course of several minutes in a very mundane fashion. I remember waiting for my father, who was now watching TV in my place, to finish up and turn it off so we could go to bed, but I don't think he ever did.

    (Jump) Now we were in a low-ceilinged room where music recitals were being held. My father (whose personality was now totally different) approached a piano with a large piano-like box with a lever in the top to its left and played a really unimpressive piece of music that only required a single finger to play. I looked at the book of exercises he had taken it from and saw that he hadn't even played it correctly. Then he reached over to grab the lever in the top of the other box and started moving it left and right in an erratic manner, and the sound of a viola playing a duet with the exercise began to emerge. I looked back at the music and saw that I had been looking at the wrong exercise, and that he had actually played it perfectly.

    I sat down at a cafe-like table with three other people, all of whom had pale brown skin. This was important because they tried to start a conversation with me about racism. I decided to neutralize the subject by mentioning some of the achievements of black people, the first being that even while enslaved and banned from learning how to read, many had an insanely comprehensive knowledge of the contents of the Bible. I was going to go on, but this seemed to satisfy all in attendance.

    (Jump) I was now in a High School classroom (where's my RC?!) with my old Physics teacher, who was unsurprisingly teaching Physics once again. We had been given a packet of boilerplate safety waivers to fill out prior to coming to class, but I hadn't done it. It was almost time for us to carry out a "dangerous" experiment involving electricity, and so he needed the waivers. First, however, he asked for just the front page of each packet for some other reason, and I handed the entire packet in to be collected. I then realized I still had to fill out the safety waivers, so I arose from my seat, made my way over to the pile of packets, and requested mine back, explaining that I still needed to finish some of it. The teacher grudgingly obliged.

    This transitioned into being in a large bank in Britain where I was "playing the part" of one of those top hat, monocle, and mustache-sporting silent film villains trying to rob it. I snuck down to the vault and rigged some kind of electrical surge to occur that would force the door open, and then I tapped on the striped wallpaper next to it and caused it to turn into a conducting surface reminiscent of redstone in Minecraft. I went upstairs to where this electricity would emerge onto the next floor and saw a porcelain statue of a young Queen Elizabeth and her (nonexistent) older brother, who was wearing a sailor suit, practicing the piano. I tapped on the wallpaper here and a sideways conducting surface appeared to carry the electricity out a window.

    Updated 07-05-2019 at 02:47 AM by LisezLeLui


    Drunk Driving and Other Pastimes

    by LisezLeLui on 07-03-2019 at 03:46 PM
    Drunk Driving

    I was back at High School (where's my RC?!) heading to the final class I had that day, which was Health. However, it seemed to have moved, and I was having trouble finding it within the four minutes allotted for class transitions. Just as I was about to be late, I stumbled across the new "Room 105" -- a large area resembling the central non-store part of a mall with a number of tables and chairs set up as though it were a cafe. Today we were seemingly going to learn about "ways to relieve stress"; these included music, sleep, and beer. Everyone was given a bottle of beer to drink; I had maybe a quarter of it under the impression that it must be non-alcoholic beer before looking to see that it did in fact contain alcohol.

    I somehow ended up driving home (strange because at no point have I ever driven in WL). It was night now, and I had really stupidly decided to bring the unfinished beer with me. Suddenly, a number of cars started driving toward me on both sides of the road, entirely blocking my passage; I now barely comprehended that this was a dream, and so if I were to hit a car going on the wrong side of the road, only a "minor accident" would result and I wouldn't get into much trouble. Then I realized that the police would find the unfinished beer, assume I had been drunk, and sentence me to prison for a few years, so I quickly poured it out all over the car floor. I hit one of the oncoming cars head-on (which didn't damage it at all; it just stopped like a toy car hitting a wall) and kept driving until I was home, where I threw the beer bottle into a pile of bottles in my father's garden.


    I was being driven to a forested park of some sort while carrying a dark green mini-scythe (its head was as long as a golf ball is wide) and another similar implement I forget. My plan was to "harvest" some kind of wild herb with the mini-scythe. I was sitting next to my little brother, who seemed slightly curious about it. The blade looked very blunt, so I thought about feeling it with my index finger to make sure it didn't need sharpening, but I decided against it because if it were sharp, it could slice off my finger.


    My mother had left a parcel of clothing in Buenos Aires (she was confused about what country it was in until I reminded her it was in Argentina) and needed to get it back. However, she could not return to Buenos Aires, so she called the Argentina Postal Service and demanded that they ship her the parcel. Somehow this ended up in me founding a Canada-based shipping company to help out that eventually got a monopoly on shipping worldwide.

    Obsessive Transformations

    by LisezLeLui on 07-02-2019 at 02:45 PM
    I was in a large wooded area at a public park with my little sister (who is very young) and emerged from the forest onto a large boardwalk across a slow-moving river. There were some people ahead of us who stopped at a large sign with a map on it standing on the opposite shore. When we reached them, they told me they "just wanted to go home"; after looking at the map, I advised them that the wisest course of action would be to just turn back the way they had come. I also saw that a remote island in the middle of the river with a number of unusual natural formations had recently been linked into the boardwalk system, and I decided to go there by going across a second boardwalk parallel to the first, taking a brochure containing a map with me as I went. I began to describe the island to my sister so she wouldn't get bored.

    The boardwalk ended at another area thickly forested with conifers; at some point while we were walking through it, my mother joined us. We emerged from the forest onto a large grassy downward slope with a wide dirt road marked "Washington Toll Road" running down it and a nursing home on the left. I could see a toll booth several hundred feet away that we would apparently have to pay to continue walking, but I didn't have any money. One of the old men at the nursing home somehow sensed my problem and counseled me to turn left and take the free shortcut through the nursing home, which was a narrow brick-paved path with a number of downward stairs in it. The path didn't actually enter the home; it just ran between buildings.

    As we passed through the nursing home, my brother joined us at some point. He noticed a TV in the building playing some kind of boring informational show and commented on the fact that only old people would want to watch it. Eventually we emerged from the shortcut and there was a covered bus stop (?) with a number of theater-style seats all pointing at another TV playing the same show; I commented in turn that nobody would want to sit out there just to watch TV.

    We finally arrived at our destination, a huge brick "subway station" apparently built on the island decades ago. My brother was no longer present, but my sister and mother were. The path led onto a balcony in an atrium a few floors above the part of the station where the trains ran, and the only way down seemed to be to jump across the atrium onto a slightly lower balcony. Since this was now Minecraft for some reason, I decided to try to jump, but I glanced off the edge of the second balcony and fell the entire distance to the bottom. At first, I thought I still had half a heart of health left, but it turns out the game was just lagging and I was supposed to have died, which I did.

    I saw the Minecraft death screen overlaid on top of the station and asked my mother for her Minecraft username so I could teleport to her and not have to waste time getting to the station again. She didn't know what I meant by "username" and first gave me her real name, and then her password, and finally her username ("Naomi" or something, which happens to be my sister's name in Gaelic). After some haziness, I found myself in a small gray-walled room with two young women (probably around 20 years old)
    who informed me that I had the power to transform myself in various ways and that they needed me to help them out using this power. They held up a pink stone sphere several feet in diameter with a small mousehole-like doorway in its lower left surface and another opening in its upper left surface. There was a miniature toy car protruding from the upper opening.

    The girls told me I needed to shrink myself down so I could enter the hole and unclog the upper entrance; they had tried a variety of methods to remove the toy car, but all of them had failed. Instead, I had a better idea; if I could transform into anything, why not try to turn into a woman now? (Here we go again...) I focused intently on my chest (I was abruptly shirtless) and tried to will it to swell up, but all that happened was that my left breast grew to about the size of a baseball. It appeared very stiff and veiny. I put my hand on it and squeezed, but the sensation wasn't noticeably different from how squeezing my chest normally feels, and the area reverted back immediately.

    After having failed, I tried to actually complete the mission and shrink myself down, but I couldn't get my perspective to change; instead, I became a DO and watched... myself?... enter the hole. However, I soon left, because it was clogged with toy cars all the way through and I couldn't make any progress. I went back into first person, took another toy car from somewhere, and shoved it into the lower hole, saying something about "quantum entanglement" in the process; this resulted in all of the cars pouring out of the top hole, satisfying the girls, who soon left.

    The scene changed; I was now a DO following a boy of about ten years of age around what looked to be a shopping mall. The boy desperately wanted to become Santa Claus and tried a variety of methods in order to experience what being Santa Claus would be like, mainly involving dressing up like Santa Claus and saying "Ho ho ho!" and "Merry Christmas!" to random people. Eventually he began to despair that his wish would never be realized and stood sadly by a large chessboard in the floor with a number of life-size crystalline statues on it in various colors of the rainbow. One of the statues suddenly moved, creating a "mystical alignment" between them all that opened a hidden trapdoor beneath the boy's feet and dropped him down into a subterranean chamber.

    In the chamber was a pale green levitating creature with four arms but no legs and an elongated head and torso. The creature offered to transform the boy into Santa Claus "for real," which he assented to after a warning about "being careful what you wish for." The boy suddenly disappeared; it wasn't clear whether he had been sent to the North Pole or whether he had been erased from existence because Santa Claus doesn't actually exist. I quickly approached the creature and asked it to turn me into a woman (sigh...), which it seemed to attempt to do but failed. The scene abruptly shifted to looking at an online forum about dreaming (not this one, unfortunately) in hopes of figuring out why the creature had been unable to transform me.

    Updated 07-02-2019 at 02:57 PM by LisezLeLui

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