I Am Still Not Awake
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I refuse to ever dream again.

Public toilets, as in they were set out in the middle of a grass-covered front yard belonging to some sort of college... they had no doors, but were clearly marked for women. There were cushions and pillows all over and I had to gether some of those and use them to block the doorway to the stall I was in until the cloth curtain-door appeared. Huge billboards in a stadium, most of them for sports drinks or soda... in this stadium a bunch of wizards or something were playing a game involving directing huge colored balls through hoops, trying to get them through the right color hoop before the opponant of that color could push them away or score himself. A 'newbie' of some sort brought up, he seemed about to make a fool of himself, then won the game instead. Digging under a tree, trying to make a secure rabbit-hole to stay out of the weather while I practiced for some sort of test. There was a 'second-class' group of people, ghouls of some sort, and in order to save my friends I ended up taking them to register as my ghouls because courtesy of a dice roll at the beginning of the dream, I was one of the upper-class people. I couldn't see color for half the dream. The other half I kept wishing I couldn't. We were in a huge room with lots of other people, doing pencil-and-paper RP, and suddenly our characters came alive. For various reasons I kept ending up having orgasms and they were never of a reasonable sort. One involved using a bunch of makeup cases to masturbate with, and the only reason I had the cases was because I had been teasing someone else's ghoul with them, threatening to kill him with them - for some reason, if I could counteract all his flaws/merits with the right sorts of makeup, he would die.

I am so very not dreaming ever again. *twitch* I've spent most of the time that I have been awake in agonizing pain, feeling as if I was in a dream (whereas the dreams felt like the real world), constantly wondering why I couldn't walk through doors or where my ghouls were or why I couldn't find my legs... really REALLY odd. I do not think much of today.

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