Dream: The Man in the Basketball Shorts LUCID *sexual*

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Dream 20031105, 7:00 AM:

This dream isn’t very long, but is intensely lucid. I’m not sure, from the timing, if it was a WILD, or if I was dreaming before I got lucid.

I become aware of my dreaming self, in a house that reminds me of my Grandma’s house in Kansas. I bounce around a little bit, enjoying the sensation of my dream body, and for some reason decide that I want to run out into the street and take off my clothes. The feeling is something akin to wicked glee; I enjoy thinking about doing shocking things in real life, but usually refrain from following through. Since it’s such a realistic dream, I want to see how it feels. I walk quickly down the sidewalk and into the middle of the street, shedding clothes as I go. There are a few people on the street, none of whom react much.

A man in an all-white outfit, looks like a basketball or tennis uniform, rides up on his bicycle, and stops. His shorts and shirt are both long and soft, made of that synthetic pinhole-mesh stuff that they make basketball shorts out of. He has curly brown hair, not quite as long as a mullet, but longer in back than it is in front. He is middle-aged but handsome. I can see his cock, hanging soft but full inside the soft mesh; it looks like he doesn’t have any underwear on beneath. I rub it through the shorts, and then pull his shorts down and take his cock into my mouth. I enjoy sucking on it for a moment; it seems like I’m kneeling, although I don’t remember moving into that position. I savor the sensation of his cock, a lot like Chris’s, going in and out of my mouth. It feels particularly smooth. I realize that I’ve closed my eyes, which is usually bad for lucidity; it tends to make the dream fade for me. I open my eyes, and I can see the man in front of me, but it’s very oddly gray and washed out. The visuals kind of remind me of a bright photo in negative. I wake up somewhat, and then try to fade back into sleep.

I manage to get back to sleep a little, and can feel my dream body again. I burst out of bed, realizing quite clearly that it’s a false awakening, and run down the hall. It is the hall in the Kingwood House. Before I get a chance to do anything, though, I wake for real. *end*