Many people talk as though “waking up” is awesome.
But sometimes, waking up is a f^<k!ng big kick in the nuts…
T’was the second round of full-on dreams this morn. (As a “night owl” typically sleeping from about 3-4am to 1-2pm or so, ‘tis more accurate to express the dreaming hours as morning rather than the typical “night.”)
I was in some sort of room, with someone resembling a former boss (in real life) - seemed like some sort of ‘hostage situation’ as he had a gun pointed at some dude. Then, in comes this hotttttttt petite Asian. Magnetic attraction.
While I can’t recall the exact words, she said something to the extent that she couldn’t express her sexual skills with me given the situation. With my desire for her overriding my fear of the situation, i was like ’fuck it’ - disregarding the limits of the circumstances, picking her up, and walking out. Destination, her ‘place.*
T’was a long journey. Carrying her through a series of malls - vibe of Asia - sometimes taking her cue to turn this way or that, sometimes asking her. It’s difficult/impossible to gauge timing in a dreamstate, but seemed a while. And it seemed some part of me was semi-conscious it was a dream - eager to get to her place and fuck like rabbits/Gods before waking up.
This girl… omg. I’ve had sexual encounters in dreams with women that were practically a walking STD-demon, to just whatever - but thinking back to this one… nothing short of perfection in my book. Like, if there was one thing missing in my real life, the attraction with this hottie represented it perfectly.
From mall to mall, I began fingering her from underneath. And omg, did she ever feel gooooood. I could not wait to get inside her. When exiting one building and out onto a street resembling something like a lower-class Jakarta downtown, hoping we were getting close to her place, and wondering what it’d be like, she asked me to enter her.
“I’ll try,” I replied.
And then I woke up.
Fucking blue-balled. What the fuck.
Life is hard enough as it is sometimes. And I can’t even stay asleep long enough for the ending of a hot, steamy escapade??
I swear, this shit ain’t fair.
All goddamn day, the lingering anger & frustration. No joke. (But kinda hope you’re laughing, nonetheless.)
The dream realms are… well, there have been volumes written on them.
As much as I’ve wanted to lucid dream for years, and have kept a dream journal for few as part of the process, it’s never gotten to the point of frequent lucidity. Interesting developments as gaining lucidity at moments - many of which I either fly/levitate or find the nearest woman and fuck upon becoming conscious that I’m dreaming. And it’s also been fascinating to observe the phenomenon of going in & out of the same threads of dreams as waking & going back in. (This morning, the dream described above being the middle of three where consciousness pervaded the group.)
Yet, honestly… the frustration is real. Lol.
Though i immediately attempted falling back asleep with intent to get back into the same dream so could proceed with mindblowing sex with this hottie that leaves me captivated until now, no go. The moment came and went… unfinishined, left hanging.
God must have quite the sense of humor.
Maybe nearing 4 years of celibacy, I’m extra backed up and hypersensitive to the matter here.
Maybe I ‘shoulda’ exercised the same “fuck it” attitude as having when having picked her up and left the ‘hostage situation’ along the way - following through on the thought at having seen some couches/loungers in one of the malls to just mount her right then & there with disregard for all conventions and anyone around. (Granted, I wasn’t lucid enough to realize I could’ve exercised such control over the situation and ‘gotten away with it.’)
I dunno what exactly the “meaning” of this dream is/was.
Though, it sure was a testament: getting blue-balled with a dream cut short is equally as maddening as getting so ‘in real life.’ 😹🤬🤷♂️😤😭