Dream: Sex in the Department Store LUCID *sexual*

Dream 20021125, 9:20 AM:

Note: this dream contains some fairly blunt descriptions of gay sex. If that would bother you, please don’t read it.

This dream began from a waking state. I had been dreaming before, and woke up, then lay still and went back toward sleep. Lying in the dark, I begin to feel a sensation of having a dream body, and I kind of hop around, jogging in place, to encourage that sensation. I increase the sense of movement, and find myself in the aisle of a big department store. It seems like I’m surrounded by large furniture, beds and dressers and such. I had been dancing in a little circle in my head before the visuals began, and the circular motion carries a little ways into the dream; I jog around in a small circle before heading off in one direction. I see a bunch of beds, and since I’ve decided in advance that this will be a sexual lucid dream, that’s the way I go. I see a big four-poster bed with a tester draped floor to ceiling in a maroon velvet, and decide that I’m in the right area. Right across from it is another similar bed, but the drapes are pulled back so that there is only a solid drape on the far side.

There’s a man lying in the bed, apparently asleep; he has his arm thrown back over his head on the pillow. He has a nice body; he’s blond, and smaller than me. I crawl into the bed, and lean over and start sucking on his nipple. It feels nice. He yawns, and stretches, and I put my hand on his body and I feel the way his body stretches, feeling the muscles as they slide across one another. I lean up and kiss him and he kisses back, and I’m surprised a couple of times at sensations – particularly the feeling of his teeth against my tongue as I kiss him. I think I wasn’t expecting to feel them, and it makes the dream feel more real. I play around with him for a while, reach down and jack his dick, then kneel up next to his head and put my cock in his mouth. I rest my hand on his head, and gently work his head back and forth as he sucks on my dick.

The space seems to be much more of a bedroom now. There’s another guy who comes out of an adjacent room; I think he was in a shower. He’s bigger than the other guy, also blond but with curly hair, and small hoop earrings on each ear. He’s not real handsome, but has a great body. He comes out and I get up and rub against him, lean up and start to kiss him, and he stops me, says, “I don’t want to kiss,” and I say, “I want to kiss,” with the implication that because I know it’s my dream, I can. We kiss, he’s responsive. I’m jerking my dick with his hand, it gets a little dry – he leans down and spits into his hand and puts it on his dick so that it will be slicker. I push his head down, about to put my cock in his mouth, when I wake up.