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?