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Middle School Sexy Time

Sitting in 7th grade language arts class in chair circle, girls take turns speaking and lean into me very flirtatiously. They flip their lush young hair and smile. I’m young too and so it’s kind of confusing and I don’t flirt back. I feel good because I’m attractive though.

A boy and a girl break off from the group and I have a conversation with them. They are mostly interested in each other, and eventually the girl’s clothes magically copy the guys. Thereafter she becomes invisible half the time, and I must concentrate to see her. She reminds me of Mel.

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Different Kind of European City

I’m traveling Europe with a friend. I’m drinking good beer from a very thin silver can. It’s from Crate and Barrel and its embossed. I attend an outdoor concert from one of the Balkan bands I used to listen to in the early 2000s. The crowd, mostly male, does a wave of the song “Kassaka”. The concert is over and we leave, paying for some poles but not the beer. We carry our bags of clothes on rafts through a canal. I see maintenance workers on an encased rock. A pair of exhausted teenagers swims up and wants to use one of our boats to rest on.

The city turns out to be Paris. I visit what’s supposed to be CCSF Paris, with a big red heart, but it’s just a site under some freeway overpasses on the outskirts. People are looking at faded but stunningly large graffiti and there’s light pouring in from above. I think I’ve lost two rings in the canal swim, but then I find them on the ground, bent and crushed. I also pick up.a watch band.

I’m nursing Chris’ dick back to health. I’m reassured, as I empty both mine and his, that they’re about the same size. His seems whiter and cleaner though. I think about testing whether it’s more sensitive, but decide masturbating with it would be uncouth.

I saw Steen across the street from my house getting into a convertible to drive away. I stopped getting in my car and came up to say hi. I told him I lived across the street, he asked “oh, in Pete’s old place?”

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Girl I Barely Know on my Lap

Talking with Katie Petro lying on my lap about people we know. There’s one we both know, but don’t know how. We guess we know them through Julian. I get a text from a girl name Jane and tell her (or maybe Lynae) about it. It’s a right of passage almost since I’ve never had a girl I dated message me that I forgot about. Katie gets off me and I have the thought that I could go anywhere and be anything, and I’m here. Im looking at a ceiling that moment.

I’m driving around with Lynae and trying to send her an image of what I think my face looks like at that moment. She tries the same. They are distorted, a kind of Picasso effect.

I find a video of Italians doing Russian in thick accents and post it to Tumblr. By the time I’m posting it it’s become NSFW Italian grandma makeouts.

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Coastline of Mirror SF

Southeast corner of San Francisco, but mirrored SF. This corner faces the ocean. I’ve never been here and it’s called the Suicide Coast as that’s where they used to send you for rehab if you tried it. In the distance I can see an art museum that’s expanding, the foreground has an abandoned lumber mill and an old church. I’m with Lynae, and we flash-uncover a playground overgrown with vines. There’s an overhanging wooden structure where we talk. Lynae is coming off from drugs and she says she’s going to have a cigarette. I ask her how long her Implanon has been in; since February 2014, she says. There’s two kids I see out a window in the back; I convince one to fall over and play dead. Nearby, there is a lake, which may be a lagoon, and just over the Daly City border they’ve built a golf course. There is an interesting island that looks geologically painted out in the lagoon.

I’m not me… I’m ditching school as someone else, when I get a vision meant for Aislinn. It’s a blue LED candle floating slowly away while the rest of the world fades. I buy Ais lunch but end up eating it myself and putting it in a trash an as me and someone ride away on a carriage.

I’m in my room in the front of the house in Cathedral City. I lean out the window and knock on the front door as a joke, to get one of my parents to answer it when no one is around.

I’m in music class and I’m told there’s a percussion instrument I’ve never played, something like a bell set called a Xenia.

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Bedroom Remodel and Big Pool

Mom and Dad’s bedroom in Cathedral City. Furniture has been mostly cleared. Bathroom has had fixtures removed, replaced with single sink. Dad is going to remodel to make the bathroom smaller since Mom is no longer around. In my Cathedral City bedroom, the bed has been moved to be by the corner window. There are white curtains, and a neighbors dog sticks his head in to lick my arm. Our Japanese neighbor seems bothered by this and tries to adjust the curtains. I haven’t made any solutions to the bedroom yet, so there aren’t any clever shelves on the walls (for hidden condoms for instance). There’s a computer desk right next to the bed. I have more room to work with and I’m trying to imagine how I’m going to use it.

In a very big pool connected to the ocean. It’s the end of California street, which is one-way. The waves are large enough that ships would have a hard time sailing through them, that’s why it’s one-way. The next street over has even higher waves. The ocean looks dark, cold, like Eureka, but I’m not scared of it. I’m swimming with many acquaintances, none of whom I know in waking life. There’s a man who comes up, is very angry. He claims none of the males there exist, because he didn’t sire them/create them. I alternately cajole him and sympathize while he’s being floating around on a bogey board. All the while the waves are crashing around.

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Lucid Sex Close to Real Life

In classroom, sitting on chair with one leg shorter. Moving around different desks. Went on a bus field trip to a dark sinkhole. Coming back, I was dropped off in front of the Fartpartment while I hung off the back of the trailer we were all riding off. By the front door was one of my green Adidas shoes. I was markedly lucid on the walk upstairs. It was dark, nighttime. As I entered the door Lynae was on the couch and I warned her “I’m dreaming”. In the bedroom, there were two large bottles of lube. It was difficult to concentrate on assembling the lube bottle, but I managed to stick the spigot into the spout. Lynae’s butt was extra round and maybe smaller than in real life. She was wearing red or black fishnets over it, and it was daytime outside.

Fucking her felt quite natural compared to sex I’ve experienced in dreams before. I was very consciously aware that I was turning off signals from my sleeping body. I also had an awareness that I was interacting on another plane, just as legitimate as the physical one. I was grounded in my experience.

After some time, I walked through the apartment. Flop ran ahead of me and I considered trying to give him 7 tails. Walking down the back stairs, I gave up the pretense of trying to stay safe and act like this might not be a dream. I flew straight, over the neighbors garden. I couldn’t modify the flight path so I passed through.

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Dino Hunting, Run-in with Old Roomie

Hunting/harassing a Stegosaurus that was more like a horse. We were Native Americans from the Twilight series.

Ran into Emily Wentz while going downhill in North Beach at night. Was so happy to see each other we immediately went to her open-air place to have sex. Was a rip in the condom, but I initially ignore it There was a hole in the next one too.

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Swimming Time with the Hassnaldis

Swimming in a large communal pool as it gets more and more crowded. In one corner is a hot tub; there are so many people that they’re standing up almost falling off the underwater ledge. I’m mostly swimming with a breast stroke, but use an acorn-picking strike to get through narrow passages. One such narrow passage is the underwater furnace, which I singe my hair on trying to get past.

Chicken is swimming with a wet hat on. Alice is there being held by some of Eileen’s friends. She’s asleep, floating in the water. The friend dunks her head in for just a moment and Alice wakes up crying.

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Art Teardown Delayed

Was helping tear down some big art project that spanned a public park. I had the Chevy Nova and a bunch of tools. I was taking down the fence and had the sudden realization that we couldn’t take it all down — there was a giant heart centerpiece that you could climb inside and it’s fence was covered in vines.

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Just a Glimpse

Corner office belonging to a military guy, beautiful nature outside it. Tall eucalyptus and a huge lawn to the left. A Christmas tree big enough to put a house in. At first I was there in person, then it’s like I was watching a movie of it with some blonde girl. She said she was cold and I went to get a blanket.