This is an account of a dream which has some graphic gay sexual elements. If that kind of thing bothers you, or if you’re not old enough to read it, please don’t click through.
Dream 20051104, 6:30 AM:
I had a red pill and an orange one before bed. Definitely sexual and adventurous dreams!
I’m driving down the highway toward downtown; I think I’m going in to work. I suddenly wake up, and realize that I have fallen fast asleep while driving at freeway speed; I’m briefly terrified, and for a panicky moment I check and make sure that I’m going the right way, in the right lane, etc. I also feel very groggy, as if I’ve been woken from a sound sleep, but it shakes off quickly with the panic from realizing I’m driving. Everything seems to be OK. There are huge dark rain clouds over the city, and I can see the bands of torrential rain coming down. I’m not looking forward to getting out of the car and getting drenched. Then, I look at the car ahead of me and to one side; it’s two hot body builders in a convertible with the top down. As I watch, the passenger climbs up onto the back seat area so that he’s lying sideways across behind the real seats, on that little half-seat. He is wearing gym clothes, and he pulls his shorts down, freeing his cock, and begins to stroke it. He looks like something out of a porn movie, rubbing his other hand up under his shirt and eventually removing it. He and the driver are both big handsome hairy guys, and I’m getting a thrill watching them. There is a bus that pulls alongside, and people are staring in shock at the display.
The hot guys take a quick freeway exit, and I follow them, enjoying the show. I don’t remember losing sight of them, and I don’t recall parking, but I find myself at work. It’s not the place where I really work, it’s quite different, although some of the people are the same. I’m hearing people talking about some spectacle on the freeway this morning that they’d heard about; I listen for a while as they conjecture, and then I tell them what had happened. I remember trying to find ways to explain it that weren’t too graphic for the office water cooler.
I see the label on a box, and look away, and notice that it’s not quite the same once I look back. I think it may just be a trick of the light or something, so I carefully look at the box, some kind of product that I don’t remember now, and I close my eyes and reopen them, reading the text a couple of times. It definitely changes. I say, out loud, “Hot damn, so I’m still dreaming!” This part of the dream had felt so much like waking life, I was very fooled. I kind of feel my body, and notice my environment; the dream environment is quite solid, so I decide to see if I can find the guys from the car again. I look around, and after some searching find a door that leads to a stairway; I find that going up or down is often a good way to change locations in my lucid dreams. I get to a lower level, and out of the stairs into a locker room. The convertible guys are here, towels wrapped around their waists, along with a large crowd of other hot guys. The one guy tells me he had been waiting for me. They are a little more gritty and less dashing looking close up, but they’re still very hot. I I reach out and start to rub one of the guys’ chest, and the dream starts to go grainy and fade, and I wake up for real this time.