Last night, I get a two-for-one. I like it when I can wake from one dream, take a few notes, hit the head, and fall back into another dream. The only drawback is that I can’t drop back into the dream of my choosing. Why can I recall any memory of my choosing, but I can’t bookmark a dream? The brain can be rubbish. Enough dwelling on frustrations. Let’s get into the juicy stuff.
Dream one is a sex party. Somebody gets lucky this time. The other dream belongs to my other favorite class of dreams: the flying dream. The freedom in this type of dream makes my waking day feel effortless.Dream number one opens in large room. There are plush chairs and couches, warm afternoon daylight is streaming into the room. Men and women lounge here and there. I recognize a couple of people from my waking life. They are casual acquaintances for the most part. The hostess calls the stragglers and wallflowers together. Those close enough drape across each other’s laps or shoulders.
Once settled in, the hostess calls out one of the group – petite woman. The woman is stripped except for heels. The hostess draws a rubber cat o’ninetails across the woman’s shoulders. At first, I think the woman slips a dildo into her vagina. A second look, I realize that the woman is a hermaphrodite and she is actually screwing herself. She squats over the floor and rocks up and down on her own penis. It’s strange and mesmerizing.
The hostess draws me out of the group and puts that cat o’ninetails into my hands. With a gentle guiding hand, she instructs me how to apply strikes against the dishy tush of the hermaphrodite. Each strike causes her to rock more vigorously. I can tell though that she is still not finding the pleasure she craves. I sit down behind her and wrap my arms around her. The hermaphrodite is pulled into my circle and falls against my chest. I fondle her breasts. Small soft hemispheres. Her pubic hair curls around my fingers. I handle her penis like a dildo and continue to slip it in and out of her. Meanwhile, I massage her clitoris. The depth of her moans as orgasm approaches. When it does, she convulses in my arms and we fall to the floor, and….
After taking care of bodily business and settling back into sleep, I hit REM again. Oddly enough, I woke up again. I shared a bedroom with trim brunette. We have separate beds. Sad to say, it wasn’t going to be one of those dreams. Twice in one night is too much to ask.We are both a little surprised by the other. Apparently we were never introduced and she had just moved in. I apologized for the mess. She didn’t seem to mind, though. I slipped into some clothes and excused myself to go take a bath.
In the hall, I knock on the bathroom door to make sure no one is in it. I manage to disturb two other roommates. When I get into the bathroom, I am shocked. It is an art deco masterpiece of wood and tile. Not only that, but the bathroom has three tubs. One was modified to be a jacuzzi. I strip and splash around in one of the tubs. Then it occurs to me that I didn’t bring a change of clothes. I’ll have to change in front of my new roommate. Awkward yes, but I have a exhibitionist streak.
After the bath, the clothes come back on. I step into a hall. It’s more like an enclosed alley. One end is opened to the street, the other end leads back into the building. Every few steps, my foot lands on a grate. I want to break the pattern. When I take a longer step, I lift off the ground and begin to float down the hall. It is my will that keeps me in the air. A cop tries to coax me down, but I refuse. She gets more upset and chases me down the hall. We wind up in a corridor. At the end is window. I decide to come down at the window….
