Keep Dreaming

I am fucking her furiously, fondling her breasts while I can feel my penis about to burst with cum. She is a stranger, someone I've never met before in my life. But when we met for the first, there was nothing else to do but fuck, right here in the middle of a busy restaurant.

Suddenly, the gold-trimmed walls slowly fade away, replaced gradually by the grey, dull familiarity of my own room. She too fades. This is when I struggle desperately to keep myself from waking up. She fades in and out again, but every time she appears, it's much shorter than before. The intervals become longer, until the whole of the restaurant had been fully replaced by the disappointing square box decorated with Pulp Fiction and Bob Marley posters.

I am awake.

That's me describing the final stages of my lucid dreams. Lucid dreams are when you realise you are dreaming, and you can use the fact that there are no consequences to whatever you do in dreams to do many things you wouldn't be able to do in real life.

It's a bit like what Ellen Page's character in Inception does. She can construct worlds in her dreams and manipulate the environment around her. You can do that in your own dreams with a lot of practice (or luck).

Usually I just don't make the effort to make big buildings and elaborate heist operations when I realise I'm dreaming. I just fuck people. I find (or imagine) a woman, and then I have sex with her. Simple as. Nothing clever about it. Just the mitigation of my basest desires is enough to satisfy my dreaming self.

Sure, you can fly around being Superman. Sure, you can be a king for a day. You can even ride a velociraptor who breathes fire unto all your enemies while you plan a barbecue with slightly burnt human satay on the menu. It's a world in which morals and ethics don't apply. No one can judge you. And if someone in your dream world does judge you, fuck them. Literally.

Since you're having sex with a construct of your own mind, you can argue that it's just masturbation. And it would seem that you would have a point. But masturbation is unarguably awesome. Hence your point is irrelevant anyway.

I'd like to know if any of you are lucid dreamers too, and if you are, what do you do in your dreams? Are you like me, a perverted fuck who just has sex with the first attractive person you find? Or are you like Ellen Page, creating magnificent worlds and cities out of thin air?

Are You Experienced?

I am young. Not super young. I'm not 14 or anything. That would mean you've been imagining the sexual escapades of an underage person, and that makes you a pedophile, or something.

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But no, I'm in my early 20's. Judging from the people who tweet to me (I have a twitter account!), I'm younger than most my readers.

By definition, that would mean I'm less experienced. But is that true? Surely by now people should know that age does not necessarily correlate with experience. I'm not even sure experience is something that you can measure. It's a collection of different moments in time that you've collected over the years. Sure, the older you are, the more chances you'll have of collecting these moments. But there's a lot of people who stay in their comfort zone and thus miss out on some amazing stuff they could've told their grandchildren about.

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Am I saying I'm very, very experienced? Heck no. The reason I've tried so many things in my short years is the fact that I look up to so many people who for them to try new stuff is something they do on an extremely regular basis.

I've once slept in a London warehouse full of people (poor art students, naturally), and half of them were on MDMA jamming to The Brian Jonestown Massacre while trying to forget about their crippling debts. These experiences have given them inspiration for creating some of the best art and music they could've come up with. It gives them perspective that would've not come from just staying in your comfort zone and working in an office all day.

Even in Brunei, we have those people who aren't afraid of diverting from the well-worn path and eliciting horror from their slack-jawed parents. It's a lot more acceptable now to go into less conventional careers and lifestyles. Sure, you still can't give your gay boyfriend a kiss in the middle of Tamu Kianggeh, but hey, maybe we'll get there some day.

But I understand, it's not a lifestyle for everyone. It's perfectly fine if you're not okay with ending up cooking leftovers from leftovers of your dinner from three nights ago. But we do need the brave few to walk down this path. We can't all be working in offices getting nice, comfortable wages masturbating under the table thinking of a threesome with your female boss and her secretary.

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I am going to end here, before I end up rambling. Sorry, it's been a while since I last updated. Hopefully my next one won't take as long.