Well, now, long time no dream!
A few days ago, I went to bed early, and promptly succumbed to dream. A dream that was not as weird as the layers-in-layers one I described above, but it was quite crazy and awe-inspiring for some other reasons...
I do not recall the beginning of the dream, but considering the very high realism of the parts I do remember, it likely involved the following:
A female friend of mine asked me for a big favor. She had been invited to a party with some friends, but these lived way out in the countryside or so. She herself has no car and no way to get there, and for whatever reason, her friends also can't pick her up. So, could I drive her there and take her home again? I strongly assume it's implied that I'm allowed to take part in the party. I mean, of course! The distance is too far to just drop her off and drive back home for zilch. It is likely also implied we'll spend the night there.
But from her side, what later happens strongly implies the issue of how she will get to this party was never discussed with her friends. She just tells them she'll be there.
So, we arrive at this place, and in a certain way, it's similar to where I live. It's a moderately large apartment with an inner courtyard, the apartment doors leading into this courtyard. We go through the gate, being buzzed in. Seems the friends' apartment is on the ground floor. I guess it must be summer and very warm outside. There's some benches on the side wall opposite the door.
Suddenly, the door of the apartment bursts open, and four people burst out. Screaming, but with laughter, hooting. They are quite clearly already somewhat drunk and stoned. Two guys, two girls. NAKED. Completely stark naked. The guys have erect cocks. They glisten in the neon lights of the lamps, clearly, they have just all been fucking when the doorbell interrupted them.
I guess I have a short "Holy Shit!!!
" moment before...
Anyway, the two girls, I do not really remember them. One blonde, one brunette, both tall, lithe, pretty, but also rather generic. Their whoops of giddiness quickly turn to screams of disgust when they see me, and the both hide behind one of the guys, hands on their breasts and pussies. This guy is rather remarkable, a prime human specimen, very tall, quite muscular and just dreadfully fit. Oh, and also, he's not the youngest, and he's
Mark Strong.
He looks really pissed, and like someone you do not want to be pissed at you.
The other guy looks a lot more average. He's somewhat shorter than me, thin and reasonably well built but not a hunk. He has short, curly brown hair and a full beard and looks a lot like some student at my institute!
But it's more a case of kind of borrowing the RL face, in the dream I know it's not this guy (who I don't know really IRL, just from seeing him in the hallway or at journal club or so). This dude speaks good English, and seems a lot friendlier. He seems rather unselfconscious of his nudity as he sits next to me. He explains that they had not realized I'd be there, that I would have been - as I explained - driving my friend. My friend, who, interestingly, does not seem to have a comment on this fiasco. I mean, what the fuck did you think would happen? But the others - two couples, by the way - also have no intention on censoring her.
So I am told, in a friendly but decisive manner, that I'm the, erm, sixth wheel on some five-wheel five-way fuckfest. I was not expected, and plans will not be changed because of my presence. You shall not pass! It's not spoken out loud, but it's amply clear to me that I'm too fat, too ugly, too repulsive to be joining lithe, fucking humanity. It's also perfectly clear to me that no way does my friend suddenly want to have sex with me...
Now, these people are not complete savages. I'm allowed inside the apartment, which, at first glance, consists of a kitchen, a big living room (where some sleeping mats and bed stuff have already been laid out), and a bedroom behind a door which can be closed. I'm told that I can help myself to some food, and lie down.
Then, the four naked people and my friend go off into the bedroom to do their five-way, not even a glance back.
I'm left alone in the living room with my absolute misery. And this is where the dream really stretches, because now comes at least 20, maybe even like 45 minutes of me being alone with my thoughts!!!!
I have no clear memory of my internal dialogue beyond the very long stretch it occupied.
Then I wake up. FUCKDAMN, MIND!!!
Why do you give me such crappy narratives?? I want to dream to escape, not live through theoretical but way to realistic possible circumstances.
I'm also angry that I woke up, as I have the thought that if the dream had just continued long enough, maybe I would have gotten a piece of the action...
I turn around and actually manage to go back to sleep again. AND THE DREAM CONTINUES!!! Not sure I've ever had that before.
But not in a good way. I spend some more time thinking dark thoughts when the bedroom door opens, and curly-haired guy comes out. He's actually dressed, in a t-shirt and boxers. He sits down and starts talking, telling me nonchalantly that he's powered out, he just can't get it up anymore. "I went too often through the back door, not often enough through the front door." Yes, those were his words. As if I'd appreciate the joke.
There was more to the conversation, but it's slipped my mind.
I have the impression I woke up once more (well, I definitely did that), went to sleep again, and got part 3, but I do not have any memory of that.
So, yeah, fuck you, mind! This one really dragged me down. Story of my life.
And the spiciest thing? I've mentioned how the two couples bore certain resemblances to real people (at least the guys) but they were dream-entities otherwise. My callous friend, who just used me?? She's actually a real person, a person I have recently quit friendship with.
There's definitely a connection there...