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Dream 2.

I had a dream that Gaggy was keeping me and my mom prisoner inside a large house. Gaggy is my dead grandmother who is in heaven now. I'm obviously afraid of her. I was outside by a barbed wire fence and I saw Frank Ross Triptastical on the other side. I couldnt climb over I was weak. I asked Frank to help me and he said but you never helped me. So I said I will now I'd rather be a smudge. (I am reading a book where society is divided into people who stay up at night, the smudges, and people who live during the day, the rays. the rays oppress the smudges and remove their pineal glands when they are babies. terrible right? Its called "Plus One"). Anyways, Frank climbed the fence and went inside the fence still outside. He dropped his backpack and helped me climb over. We walked to where there was trees and left the backpack there. We were going to walk around but heard footsteps and thought it was Gaggy, but it turned out to be my friend Kirstin and another girl. We hugged them happy to see them. Inside the house Gaggy had been yelling at me and hurting me but I escaped. I believe that the devil was pretending to be Gaggy to hurt me and to make me be afraid of Gaggy because in the dream Gaggy my grandmother was wicked but she isn't in real life. I told Frank I would help him so I have to help him. I couldn't find him on facebook so I prayed for him and I will keep praying for him.

Dream 1/Earlier.

In an earlier dream that I recalled later, a group was doing ballet inside or outside I dont remember, and I saw my friend Polly's daughter Emma doing ballet with them, and I walked towards the group and started to dance with them. There was a ballet teacher in the front of the group. When I walked into the group Emma morphed into a different little girl. I danced some and fell on the ground and did a pose on the ground but I was stuck on the ground and couldn't move. The dance teacher said if she was going to use me she could only use me as a prima ballarina, as a dance soloist, because of the large way I dance. I forget the beginning and end of the dream I know there was more but it's lost to me.

Age brings its problems and it's not easy at the moment. I've solved night leg-pains by changing to a memory-foam mattress. (I must be getting like the Princess and the pea.) But I have increasing problems with my known dust allergy...probably made worse at the moment by my redecorating and off-gassing from the new mattress;-

Off Gassing and Memory Foam

Of course, waking, staying still with eyes closed and grabbing dreams can do without distractions like this so it's going to take me a while to get there (particularly as I decided to slightly apply the brakes this time around) So far, I haven't woken with the deathly "ill" feeling I occasionally had last time around so that's probably a good strategy.

One dream last night, plus one lost because I was coughing and spluttering.

9.00
I'm an athlete (DS = ridiculous) and racing someone up a sharp incline. I'm well ahead and I show off by slowing down and looking around. My nearest competitor nearly catches up and a large man is blocking my way and slows me down even more. I finally only win by the merest touch...and no, I've not being reading the "tortoise and the hare" recently.

I've tried analyzing this dream but with no obvious result yet.

During the day I'm on track...doing ADA etc. I'm also trying visualizing...trying like hell to "see" shapes. If I can only visualize WILD and DEILD may be my way in. I really cannot see "anything" at the moment so I really want to change that.

Last night I finally had a dream where I felt different emotions from the usual snippets of dreams I have been having. I dreamt first of a Tennis court, except on this tennis court was a system of pulleys and hooks, where you would sit somewhere and a machine would turn on and your organs and skin would be systematically ripped apart in some sort of orderly fashion.

In the main dream Goku was fighting with some opponent. I remember he was battling him but he was just too strong. He started to fly away and was asking himself where was Nappa and Vegeta when he needed them. Then he lost his ability to turn super saiyan and fell towards the ocean, he managed to be able to fly again just for a soft landing. then he was floating on the ocean, the color scheme was very grey and cloudy/smoky/misty. The dream goes to the tennis court, Goku said learning about Jesus it wasn't long til he became a Christian (I personally see many similarities between Goku and Jesus, just me maybe). Says he would have lost the fight anyways and that he was going to put himself on the tennis court machine.

I go into the tennis court and there is a giant crowd there. There are two people playing some weird tennis game right outside the gate to the tennis court. I walk inside and instead of the hook sacrifice machine there is a big crowd of people watching a movie in the tennis court. This dream seems a little spooky now that I mention it.

9:53 a.m.

I was in some sort of town or place. It's starting to get overrun by gangsters made up of mainly teenagers and some even prepubescent boys. I was walking along the street when I saw one group. They were fighting. It's a mix of adults and young boys, but the latter made up most of the group. I either "tiptoe" all around the place while they fight (they seem to ignore me) or I run away at the sight of them. The latter became more common after a while. There are afternoon and night times.

At some point, I tried hiding in dorm houses (or just plain houses) only to find that some were already there or some were looking for people with keys to dorm houses so they can get inside. It started getting "scarier" at that point. The kids are no longer just gangster kids. They were possessed. The more they "kill" or do something with, the more they spread out. Like a virus. Almost like a zombie movie, except that they seem conscious. Maybe a Las Plagas zombie.

Some people are starting to move to the "next town", and I joined in the exodus. But along the way, we encounter death and destruction caused by the possessed. It was very much like a zombie apocalypse, with ruined buildings and deserted cities.

Somehow, I and the group I was with, ended up in a hotel-like place. I saw some horrific scents where a person is... I'm not sure how to describe it, but some horror/thriller games show it pretty well... a living person "nailed" by a huge nail to a humanoid monstrosity through her private part, people ripped apart by possessed humans, and all of this within the confines of probably someplace that looks like Amnesia or Silent Hill buildings, with a bloody hospital-like setting. Or a dirty morgue. At some parts, I was avoiding them, while at other parts, I was kind of jumping around (tiptoeing?) around the creatures. Also, that human nailed to the monster was the girlfriend of one of our companions. I have the idea that we were slowly getting killed as we traverse the area but I don't really recall.

At one point, I discovered the "nest" of the main possessed being (or maybe just a really strong monster). I was alone then. The being was "sleeping" in a room filled with clothing or sheets. It was under those sheets so I couldn't see it but I knew it was there and I could hear it breathing. I decided that what safer place to be in than the room of the big monster? No smaller monster will try to harass the thing, and me as well.

The view shifted somehow and I was with other in a room with... stuff. Not a room, I guess, but more of a warehouse. We found the "egg" that started the horror. But somebody (me?) cracked it accidentally and will now attempt to spread the horror (maybe this was the first part?). The guy who was raped by a demon (I think) and produced that egg lamented that it shouldn't be allowed to "wake up".

NOTES:

- slept at around 5 a.m.
- I felt more of a lack of breath while jumping around but not much of horror.
- I was reading some true-story thrillers before sleeping.
- I took out my keys while in the elevator and corridor and worried someone might duplicate them somehow and invade our place.
- I saw the salty egg in the kitchen earlier and wondered if it's still good.
- This would be interesting to interpret.
- I seem to have tried doing parkour moves somewhere in the dream, but I could remember clearly.

My Father , brother and I were climbing on these huge statues and going all the way up in till we reach the end. I was telling me Father that the shape on top of the statue had a name that I couldn't remember. That's when my brother leap to the next statue and it was my turn but I was beginning to trip so my Father went over me lunging at next statue. I begin yelling I can't hold on as I fall all the way down and hit the floor in my living room. My Father ask me if I was alright however I struggle to speak or get up. My brother says I shouldn't be hurt or unable to move. The blow wasn't as strong as it should be but I felt like I hit my head little hard during it but eventually I manage to get up. That's when the scenery change where I woke up in my Father room and saw this red hair woman telling me to follow her to some type of canyon outside. I left the house and was amaze how orange and soft the ground was. I begin lying on it while looking at the clear blue sky telling her this is a incredible place. However she told me it was time to go as someone was after the both of us so I started running till the scene change again to where I appear in the living opening my Father door again. I find my brother sitting in a middle of the corner wearing a lot of blue technology on his head. I seem to have gotten this misguided feeling so I grab my brother in a funny manner saying it was him who trick me. We both begin laughing but the scene change again to where I had just close my Father door. I begin walking in to the living room and felt the need to enter inside the garage. Once I did I see my Mother and the television playing I ask her which episode was playing but she ignored me and went back in the living room. I look at the television as it switch to a gaming channel and could tell something was wrong. The character in the game was very off and wasn't playing like it would in real life. That's when the television screen shatter in my face as I begin to become lucid the dream fades out leaving me in to this greenish blue fog in till I woke up 3 seconds later. Lucidity Time 3 seconds

I'm working on the prototype for a video game I intend to create with a good friend of mine.
The game will require fast AI pathfinding over dynamic terrain for a large amount ( >1000 ) of enemies.
My current navmesh/A* approach is working fine, but I'm a little worried that it's not going to scale well if we want to add even more enemies.
I remember that one of my friends did her masters thesis on swarm AI,
so I decide to call her on Skype to get her opinion on my situation.
Unfortunately I'm having trouble navigating my contact list.
The names don't seem to be sorted alphabetically...

I hear the door bell go off, so I go downstairs to check who's at the door.
A man in his early 20's offers me a package addressed to "Hyu".
Huh? Did I order anything using my nickname? Why would I do that?
I accept the package and the man just leaves without asking me to sign anything.
What the hell?

I go back upstairs and open the package.
OH MY GOD. It's the Oculus DK2 I ordered!

I am so excited!
I unpack everything as quickly as I can, tossing the empty package into a corner of my room.

Once I've plugged everything in I notice that my computer is now running Elite: Dangerous.
That's not right, I was working with Unity3D before...
hmm....
I try to increase my awareness, going through the last few minutes in my mind.
Yup, I'm definitely dreaming.

I'm so disappointed. I got all excited for nothing.
Then again... I wonder what happens if I...
I sit down and hold the device in front of my eyes, trying to see if the displays in it are showing anything.
The device just straight up vanishes from my hands as soon as the screens cover my entire field of view.
I'm left completely immersed in the game, sitting inside the cockpit of a Sidewinder, which is the ship you start out in in the game.
Huh, that's kind of a neat trick.


Also I'm in a spaceship. Did I mention I'm in a spaceship?
I'm super excited and get going immediately.
Fortunately the controls are identical to the joystick setup I use in waking life, so I have no trouble maneuvering the ship.
I use the lateral thrusters to lift off and to get to the center of the station.
The moment I let go I immediately feel the weightlessness, which makes me feel a little sick initially,
but the feeling quickly subsides.

As I maneuver out of the station, I notice for the first time how tight the entrance actually is.
You don't really get a sense for it on a computer screen.

Unfortunately I don't really remember much else.
I faintly remember feeling the heat of a sun radiating into my cockpit as I dropped out of frameshift, but that's about it.


The experience got me thinking about how virtual reality is going to affect dreams though.
I wonder if it'll make it easier to incubate dreams about video games.
I imagine it could also make such dreams more immersive.
Usually when I have video game dreams, it feels like I'm merely an observer.
I'm not really in the dream, it's more like I'm viewing it on a monitor that happens to cover my entire field of view.
Perhaps this is going to change with regular usage of VR.

- I find myself in some kind of complex, it is dark and i know i have to be stealthy. It feels like a movie or videogame since i keep shifting between first and third person view. I go to the upper floors to carry on my mission and after that i try to escape.
- Another third person view, i follow a woman as she runs on the middle of the street. Looks like the route i used for high school. It is nightime and i can't remember details.
- I'm in a well-lit room playing videogames. A friend comes in and out of the room as i'm playing. First is a fighting game and then i'm playing a japanese styled one, it features traditional characters in a village and in some point my perspective shifts to an observing character.

One of the oddest sort of recurring dreams I have is that I'm in a shower and the water is really hot and loud. Its nice and peaceful however I can always just faintly hear something else going on just outside the bathroom door. While I'm in the shower I can't help but get the feeling that whatever is going on out there is something very dark and dangerous and all in all scary...but that thought is never as loud as the shower water. I feel this false sense of bliss but theres always something nagging at the back of my mind...tonights dream was unfortunately no different only in the dream I was sitting in the shower and not standing. With my knees pulled up against my chest. The water was just as loud and as hot but then my cat jumped up on the ledge of the tub and just looked at me like she was expecting me to do something? In the dream I ignored her and closed my eyes and rested my forehead on my knees. I could still hear the water and still had that faint sense of anxiety that somewhere where I was not...something bad was happening.

Method: I-AM, WT 5.00am from REM, LD around 6.05am
comments: getting the WILD was a shock!

I awake at 5.00 and set things up and return to sleep, but can't quite get off, either through the audio or my wife starting to stir. I know I've got to get up for work at around 6.30am so try to relax and drift off. I am imagine the RILD tech of jumping up and down on my bed and amazingly - suddenly I am! I am bouncing lucidly up and down on the bed, up...down....up....down - it hyperrealistic, there seems to be a lightsource from behind me and as I bounce up and down theres a dark shadow being cast on the wall of me doing the exact same thing - its cool fun but I am so stunned this finally worked - I wake up! Dooh! Let me back in!
I immediately try to relax and drift back off and around 6.00ish I succeed (I've switched off the timer a few mins before). I am dreaming I'm at work at a practice I haven't been to before, its unfamiliar and this kind of bothers me but not enough to get lucid. I bunch of patients file in and my heart sinks when I can hear them in the waiting room discussing their reasons for visiting. A lady is describing a new black floater in her vision and a man flashing lights. I do a big 'sigh' and escape to the toilet! (coward! ). I look into the mirror in the toilet and become lucid - as my reflection hardly resembles me. I'm stil Caucasian with sandy hair otherwise totally different, almost like an aged luke skywalker! I immediately concentrate on my stabilization tech. I look at my hands closely and rub and slap-punch them together. As I do this I yell out 'Increase lucidity, increase focus' but despite believing this my fingers look blurred and foggy however the tactile sensation - esp the slap punch is very realistic. I keep doing this for 20 secs then I try and look around and lose my vision other than a triangle of light. I keep rubbing and slapping but without my sight I've become paranoid I'm doing this now in reallife in bed and am going to wake wifey so I stop and wake up (with my hands in a normal sleep position of course!). The triangle of light turns out to have been me having had my eye v slightly open and seeing light coming through a crack where our curtains meet - interesting it got incorportated into the dream whilst I was still in REM sleep (guess that's how the Novadreamer worked). I head back to sleep but my 4 yr daughter charges in 10mins later and its up for the day.

thoughts: another 2 LD's morning after the last one - can't complain too much but I would really like to beat this stabilization issue. I am going to try spinning next, and I have to remember not to rush and remain focused not frenzied.

13.09.2014

September 13th, 2014 Fragments (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

- I went to visit a campsite with my wife. We were driving uphill and there were a lot of turns. Each turn was like in slow motion, like wavy, a good way to spot it was a dream, which I did not!

- I was working in a shoe store. I felt weird, like why I would work there, but at the same time, I did want to do the best job possible and help clients. There was a guy wanting to buy seafood but I had no idea about it and just offered him assistance. He told me that he wanted to work with someone older. I told him that I did not work at the seafood department anyway. Someone else assisted me.

I did help some people there until I went to a huge lobby that had several fireplaces, each fireplace was about 4 feet wide.

I spent a lot of time in a DILD summoning female DCs. I would know that women were coming around the corner or some such tricks and they would come. I also played with morphing the forms of the women such as looks and breast size. In one scene I opened a shower door knowing a female would be there, but it was a young teen girl. I mean maybe 13 and I do not even want to dream about such things. I imagined that she must just be a short woman and that I misjudged her age. I look at the face and picture a woman in her thirties, and so she is, just short. She has almost no breasts and as I went to change that something odd happened. I could see a frame work like in computer graphic design. I saw how my brain was modifying a line cage outline of the torso to create a 3d effect. This was a layer of awareness below the superficial images that are normal. Very interesting.

1. I don't remember what happened during this dream, or really anything of it at all besides the fact that I basically knew that I was dreaming(so I was lucid) but I chose not to act on it and just roll with the dream itself.

(lol I know, kind of a pointless entry, but had to log in another semi-lucid. However, I will update this entry later if I do happen to remember what actually happened.)

Dream - Lucid

I was working at Target (never worked there IWL). It was a HUGE Target. I was walking around the store when a young lady stopped me and asked me if we had this one belt in her size, which was a weird size, a 70/30. She pointed to a big but short rectangular black belt that had holes down the middle. It was hanging up with a bunch of other belts that were all mixed up. It was the only belt of its kind that I could see. It looked like it wouldn't even fit around most people's waists because it was so short. Maybe it stretched. Anyway, I told her I didn't think we did, but I'd go check. I went to the front of the store and entered an office where a manager, a female, was standing up at a computer and working. I asked her if they had any more of that particular belt in a 70/30. She looked up the inventory on the computer and came up with nothing. Just as I thought, that was the only belt of that kind we had. I went back to find the lady; the store was so big and had so many shelves and aisles, it was like a maze. I found her looking at some dresses that were hung up on shelving instead of on fixtures. I told her we didn't have her size, a 70/30. She then said her size was a 30/70. I guess I had mixed it up, but regardless, we had no more belts like that. She then took a long, flowy, almost prom-like light blue dress from where it was hung up on the shelf. She was going to ask me if we had it in her size, but she then said
"Oh, it's dirty!" I looked at it to see if it was, and did see a dirty spot. She proceeded to throw the dress on the floor.
She asked if we had any more and I said no, we didn't. I looked at the other dresses that were hung up, and there weren't very many, but they were mixed up like the belts were. She started to complain about the store, all while smiling.

Then, there was something about a video game, an online one that had to do with the store, though the content of the game had nothing to do with Target. It was more like an open-world RPG. I was playing and noticed parts of it were closed. I think there was some kind of maintenance or update that was going on. I was then at the store in an office with many other employees where the managers were having a meeting with us about it. I don't remember the meeting or what was said, but after that, I kept coming into work and clocking in when I wasn't scheduled. I'd stay for a few hours, walk around, play the game, or help the bakery (waking life work coming in here), and then clock out. No one had said anything to me about it, and I thought it was ok because I thought others were doing it as well.

Then, I was clocked in not at my scheduled time. I was in the bakery. It was nighttime. I was thinking that maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. I then started to think about if I had worked too many hours and I as going to hit overtime. I was also trying to justify myself coming in not on my scheduled time, thinking that at least this time I was helping out and not wandering around the store for no reason. A manager then came up, the assistant store manager. He was telling Taylor and whoever else was scheduled to work something about staying late or leaving early or helping someone else out. I can't recall. But he didn't address me. I figured it was because I wasn't really scheduled to be there.

It was then 9:30 pm and the lights in the bakery all went out. We were closed for the night, even though it was a bit early for that. I guess they wanted to bakery to close early for some reason.

~

I was in the bakery again. It was nighttime again also. It felt a little like my last dream, but I can't recall if the scheduling thing carried over or not. I was about to leave when my grandma walked into the back. Her hair was up in a bunch of tiny buns, and it was blonder and thicker than it is IWL. Wow, she was working at 91 years old! Impressive! I think I "remembered" something about her having worked there for years and years. She wasn't working as a baker or anything though. She was actually working in the meat department. She got out her equipment, a knife and so forth, and started to cut some raw meat off the bone. Her hands were shaking as she did it because of her age, but she kept up. I wondered how the other employees felt about her being there for so many years. Everyone must know who she is, the 91-year-old woman still working in the meat department. I was now standing a few feet away from her. She was stooped over the sink area working. I then noticed she cut her hand a little; I saw her bleeding, but she'd just wipe it off and keep going. I asked her if she cut herself, and she said yes, but didn't stop what she was doing. Maybe she was used to it; maybe it happened all the time.

Then, I was in the bakery again on a different day. I asked someone I was working with, who was working on something on a back counter, if they knew Helen. They said yes. I told them she was my grandma. I don't remember what they said. I asked someone else this as well, and told them that she was my grandma.

~

I was with Dallas at our apartment. I was planting a bunch of vegetable seeds...in my nose. Yes, in my nose. I think Dallas planted some things in his nose as well. I had also planted some in a roll of paper towels in the bathroom, and had planted some in some cardboard or in some other substance in the living room. It was some sort of experiment we were doing on how different conditions affected the growth of the plants. I planted carrots in the left nostril and lots of tomatoes in the right nostril. I also was planting some tomatoes and possibly other veggies in the cardboard/whatever it was in the living room, and watching as sprouts would come up almost immediately after I would plant them. It was really cool to see! I saw a timer at one point that started at zero and as the plant was sprouting, it would gradually increase. I knew I needed to water them and take care of them. I knew the ones in the bathroom would be ok because of the moisture and humidity from the shower when we showered. I was thinking about watering the ones planted in the living room. I was also thinking about how in the world the ones in my nose were going to survive at all.

My nose felt runny and full from the growing vegetables. I even looked in the mirror at one point and saw some weird vegetable growing out of my nose. It looked nothing like any vegetable I know of IWL. It was long and skinny at the top, getting fatter at the bottom. The top was white, and the bottom was brown.

I then had an idea of another place to plant the vegetables, which made a lot more sense than any of the other places I had planted them. I had some white, square dinner plates on the living room floor lined up in an upside down "L" shape. I couldn't plant the seeds directly on the plates, obviously. I needed some soil. Dallas was going out somewhere, so I asked him to get some soil while he was out. I looked at him, and noticed that he was wearing a red and white vertical striped button up with a red emblem on my right (his left) upper side, on his chest, but it was unbuttoned. He had a shirt on underneath it. IWL, he would not wear anything like this; it isn't his style at all, so I was surprised to see him dressed like that. He looked skinnier than he does IWL and younger too. He had no facial hair and a few freckles on his face. In fact, in a way, his clothing reminded me of something Ryan, a guy I dated over 3 years ago, would wear. His looks kind of did too, but not a whole lot.
"You look good!" I said to him.
He really did. He looked very polished and cleaned up.

I was bent over the living room garden when something fell out of my nose. I was surprised at first, and I took a look at it. It was a large, weird looking carrot! It was orange and very fat on the top, getting skinnier towards the bottom, as carrots do, but it looked more "fake", cartoonish or something; it was very smooth. It had some leaves on the top, but not many. It was also slimy from being in my nose. I held it in my hand and examined it. I then exclaimed to Dallas
"THIS came out of my nose! THIS!!"
I was so shocked that something so big could come out of my nose!

I then had another carrot, one from the living room garden. It looked quite similar to the nose carrot, but looked more "real"; it was more rough to the touch than the nose carrot, and also wasn't slimy from the mucus. It looked healthier to me. I was thinking about why that was. I thought about sunlight and water. I think I went to wash the nose carrot off to see if that made a difference, but it still felt smooth to touch. It still didn't seem as healthy as the living room carrot.

~

That last dream was quite vivid, especially when I was looking at my husband while he was dressed in the red and white shirt. Really, all the dreams were pretty vivid last night, I'm guessing because I was so tired and didn't sleep much the night before. All in all, a great night of interesting NLDs.

Morning of September 13, 2014. Saturday.

Dream #: 17,435-02. Reading time (optimized): 1 min.



I had a distorted impersonal dream that was like a science-fiction movie scenario. It is like watching someone else’s ideas or fantasies.

At one point, two young college men send up a small communications satellite mostly made from a beer can. People talk about using it to send a message to relatives, having something to do with how it shines and what direction it faces. It will somehow stay up in the sky even though it is too close to ground level to be in orbit. (I see the shininess of the small object from the ground).

There is an eerie part of my dream that involves unfamiliar technology that is like a combination of a tiny alien probe and a mechanical insect. It seems to move on its own for a time before it finally settles atop a black vacuum cleaner. I watch it clearly for several minutes before waking, expecting it to display some signs of additional activation but nothing else occurs. It looks like an alligator clip (laterally symmetrical) lying on its side, but is more elongated and has other features (like a miniature spacecraft). A teacher warily makes comments about it in a school setting. It seems necessary for people to pretend not to notice it. Although the object is tiny, it seems to be the result of an advanced alien civilization that may eventually overtake humanity. It reminds me of a robotic fly. It seems it may have a “primitive intent” (or programming) to camouflage itself.

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non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

This one is both erotic and gross, so be warned.

I am attending my guru's teachings but it turns into something else. He is performing something like an empowerment and then he directs his attention to me, by making a reference only I understand. Then he throws a kind of ritual cover with buddhist symbols over my lap. It seems random or accidental, but I am starting to think maybe not. Then he recites something nysterious and a lady on his left side, who is helping with the ritual, finishes with a sort of wishful phrasing like "may your wish be fulfilled" meant for the guru.
After this event, as night falls, I feel light headed and eerie and an urge to go somewhere. I feel fluid and like walking on clouds. I move like dancing, but I don't know where I am going. I feel like I'm being drawn somewhere until I actually feel like a real hand guiding all my movements. It's a warm and gentle hand. I submit willingfully.
I arrive at a place with a couple of guards by a door, but the door is wide open and there's someone descending a staircase. It is my guru, but a god-like version of him, skin so flawless as made of metal. And he is completely naked, using only adornments around his waist, neck and head. On one hand he has pointy silvered fingernails. He embraces me, I feel his warmth and smoothness. He removes my dress with just a touch and turns me around. We're both naked in front of a mirror. He kisses me and caresses me. I feel horny like crazy, I'm panting with desire. Then he pierces my left ear lobe with his silver fingernails and starts sucking my blood. At the same time he penetrates me from behind. He says calmly "I'm in". I'm lost in ecstasy, I have never felt like this before.
I am about to explode with pleasure when he tells me "do not come". He pulls out of me and tells me to simply let the blood come out. I'm not sure what he means. I know he means blood coming out of my "secret place", I just wonder why. Then he disappears, leaving me in an indescribable state. I feel drained and exhausted, yet, in a climax like no other I've ever experienced. I feel like he went to the deepest inside me and became part of it. I feel like I died and I am reborn again.
When I wake up, I still linger on that feeling and emotion and feel exhausted and exhilarated at the same time.
Meanwhile, my period came. Odd timing.