It Was All Just A Dream...

An alarm woke me up with a jolt.

I blinked open my eyes and felt a pounding headache **** me. I looked up and around blearily and felt a little disoriented. I looked over to the alarm and saw a phone. My phone.

I reached over to stop the annoying noise and tapped the alarm off.

I slumped down onto the pillow and almost closed my eyes again, only for them to open up slowly and look at the ceiling. Then I looked at a wall. Then another wall. Then the door. Finally, I looked beside me.

I was alone in bed.

I was alone in my bed.

Sleep was forgotten as confusion filled my aching head. I looked at the TV on the cabinet and the PlayStation in the cabinet. I looked at the chest of drawers at one end of the room.

I frowned and sat up in bed.

I looked under the covers and saw that I was wearing my own underwear. I picked up my phone and clicked on the screen. Ten thirty-two. There was a reminder on the notification tray for a lecture today.

It was Thursday.

Not Friday.

I just stared at... nothing. Then I looked at my room again, not sure if I was convinced it really was mine. I touched my bed to make sure I was the only one in it. I was. I looked at my chests of drawers and only saw some knickknacks on top that I hadn’t cleared up in a while.

There... was no sign of a girl.

My head was still aching, and it was making it difficult to think. I pulled my legs out from the bed and sat on the edge. I paused there and still felt confused.

Was... all of that... a dream?

I wasn’t transported to another world? There was no dimensional slip or an alien abduction? Was it all just... a very vivid lucid dream?

Did I not have lots of great sex?

I scowled at the carpet and felt my head throb. I blinked and checked my underwear. No wet spots. I checked the cover and sheets. None there. That was a relief.

With a sigh I got up and felt a bout of light-headedness. I stretched when it faded and felt it again. Damn, since it was such a long dream, maybe it fucked with my head a little.

I looked for some shorts and a t-shirt and left to go and get some water. Maybe that would help with my headache. I left my room and was reminded of the moment in my dream where I met Mia’s sister Karen. I looked over at the door to mom's office. It was slightly ajar, so I walked over and looked in. Mom wasn’t in there, but I could see the desk and bookshelves.

It wasn’t a bedroom.

I shook my throbbing head and walked over to the stairs and headed down. On the first floor I noticed the differences from the dream. The different furniture in the lounge and the hallway. The pictures on the wall were of my family. Me, mom and dad, rest in peace. There were extended family too. Uncles and aunts, cousins and grandparents.

There were both men and women in the pictures.

I walked into the kitchen. Different furniture there too.

I opened the fridge and checked for any juice or bottled water. There was a little orange juice, so I took that out and pulled a cup from the cupboard. I then filled the rest with water from the tap. Tap water wasn’t my favorite, but it would have to do. I took some gulps and filled the cup up with more water.

After a little while, my head felt more tolerable.

I took my cup and walked over to the lounge and looked out at the world from the window. I watched as people would occasionally walk past on the sidewalk. Men, women and children. Some elderly and sometimes with pets.

I drank and watched to help me feel more grounded.

I... needed it.

My head was a whirl of thoughts, and I didn’t know where to begin.

So, I was... dreaming. I woke up in a dream world, that looked identical to... this. Just with no men present. And the women... they ignored me. They let me do whatever I wanted to them. I felt reminded of a Japanese porno that had a theme like that. It was pretty hot, and I thought about that idea a lot afterwards... but to think that my mind would... conjure up a whole world like that for me to wander around in. That was... a little insane.

I didn’t think it was possible.

Well, lucid dreaming was possible according to people and experts. But for it to last for a whole day... One whole day?

I had trouble believing that was possible. And I lived it!

I finished my water and headed back to the kitchen to put it in the dishwasher. There wasn’t much in there, so I didn’t bother turning it on. I pulled out my phone, remembering that there was a lecture today. I felt completely off track with what I had to do in my real life. I needed the reminder.

There was a lecture in the afternoon at one. Tomorrow had two lectures. I had a small project to finish as well before next week. Thankfully my weekend was free. My part-time job hadn’t asked for any help either.

I stood there staring at my phone for a moment.

I found myself thinking of that other world. That dream world. If only I could live a carefree life like that. A life where I didn’t have to go to college and study. A life where I could just go and have a lot of sex.

I sighed. I suddenly felt a little depressed.

On the bright side, at least mom wouldn’t have to deal with more heartache.

I went and got in the shower and readied myself for the day. I cleaned up and prepped my bag with the right books and flicked mom a text saying that I was heading to a lecture. She was probably at work since I hadn’t seen her yet.

I left the house and stepped out onto the streets. There were no schoolgirls in sight. Not to mention it was too late to see them. It was almost lunchtime. Plus, I really shouldn’t be looking for them, at least in real life.

And that got me thinking.

Would I be able to go back? To the dream world? Can I wake up there again? Or was it a onetime thing?

That line of questions had me feeling a little more depressed. What if that was it? No more fun times in dreamland. Right back to a normal life where getting laid is a one-off thing for a guy like me.

I really wish that I can go there again. Having the power to lucid dream every night would be so cool. Maybe it wasn’t as cool as going to a world like that in the flesh, but I could settle for a dream adventure.

I walked down to the bus stop near the train station and waited for the next bus. As I stood there, I contemplated the likelihood of me visiting a lucid dream tonight. Once I was done with everything today and fell asleep, would I see that place again?

If I did, then I would need to sleep early tonight. Just so I didn’t have one of those nights where I wanted to sleep but my head and all its thoughts kept me up late. I didn’t think I had insomnia, but sometimes the student work life balance was a little... out of balance.

So, maybe I should do something to tire myself out for tonight? Like... go for a jog or something. There was a park in my neighborhood that I could run around in. My college had a gym as well. That was something to think about.

The bus came and I made it to my lecture. It was an hour and a half festival of boredom. Time went by and I survived. I then took some time to study for another class in the library. I didn’t see any of my friends in all that time. They had other classes on other days and would barely ever overlap with mine.

So, it was a quiet day for the most part. I did see one friend, but they didn’t stay for long. She was in one of my classes and we got along, but I didn’t think there were any... “possibilities” there. She had apparently sworn off men after being burned badly one time. Now she was exclusively with women.

She walked by with a friend of hers and saw me at a table in the corner.

“Hey, Jacob.” Her voice whispered to me from a bookshelf close by.

I looked up and saw Abbey waving to me.

“Hey, Abbey.” I waved back. Her friend looked over as well and smiled politely.

Abbey was almost a stereotypical tomboy. Almost. She did prefer pants to skirts and doing more guy things than girl things, but then she would go and wear some pretty girly outfits out of the blue. She had short brown hair in a cute messy pixie style and liked to wear headphones with her alternative style outfits.

Today she was wearing some tight jeans and a black band t-shirt with Green Day on it. She had a dark grey hoodie wrapped around her waist and a bag over one shoulder. She might have come across as a skater girl, if not for the fact that she hated skating.

Her friend, or maybe her girlfriend, I couldn’t tell, looked more feminine with the blue jean skirt and white top. I didn’t know her name, but I had seen her a few times.

“Studying hard I see.” Abbey whispered over to him.

“Yeah, just trying to get ahead this week.” I told her. At one point in time, I had a little crush on her but that fizzled out the more I got to know her. Of course, if she stated that she was interested in me then that would change things, but the fact that she swore off men altogether made me think that that particular door was closed. She was also more into women. So, double closed.

“Good man. When did you want to meet up next for our assignment?” She asked, shifting her bag a little.

I thought about it and remembered that my weekend was open.

“I have two classes tomorrow which finish by four and I’m also free on the weekend.” I told her.

“Alright,” She thought for a bit then nodded. “I’ll see what I’ve got going on, then I’ll send you a text. Study hard. Later.”

And she left. Her friend smiled politely again, having not said a word. I was left to get all my work done in peace.

I used to have a crush on her, but now it seemed a little funny to think about. She was cute and a little dorky. She liked to hang out with the guys and had few female friends. She seemed relatable in many ways, and I had absolutely fapped to thoughts of her before. But after having experienced that dream world, things seemed... like pursuing a relationship wasn’t worth it.

It seemed stupid. There was no guarantee that I could go back to that world, but if I could then I wouldn’t need a girlfriend. Of course, it would be nice to get my real dick wet in the real world, but I didn’t feel as... ****? A bit of a strong word but it would do. I felt calmer about real girls now.

At least for now. Put a hot girl in front of me right now and I might sweat.

I chuckled to myself and finished my work.

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For the second time today, I left my house. This time I was wearing an outfit for running. I jogged to the park and ran a few laps around the park. There were very few people around. The school kids have all gone home and only families with dogs were taking walks.

I quickly realized that maybe I wasn’t in the best of shape. I did one lap and felt like I was dying. I did some stretches and rested for a little then tried again. I had caught a second wind and managed to do the second lap before feeling a shaky burning in my legs. I tried to persevere but after the third lap I called it quits. I drank some water at the water fountain and dragged myself home.

I tried doing a few stretches in my room but winced and groaned the whole way through. I really needed to get in shape.

I drank some water and took a hot shower before eating dinner with mom. Then I headed up to my room and... had nothing to do. I do all my studying at college and the only other thing I could do here was play games, but I didn’t really feel like it. If I could have another lucid dream, then that would be way better than any video game.

So, I tried some other exercises like push ups and sit ups. That sort of thing. I didn’t really know if I was doing them correctly, but I kept at them until I felt the burn. I didn’t go any further because I didn’t want to sweat a lot and take another shower.

I even drank an herbal tea and told mom that I was having an early night. She was surprised but understood when I told her I had an early class.

So, now here I am in bed, lights off, and thinking sleepy thoughts.

I tried to be in a sort of meditative mindset and relax all my muscles, but time went by with no sleepy reward. I kept trying though. I didn’t want to give up. If there was even a small chance that I could experience that dream world again, then I was going to take it.

So, I relaxed and used whatever meditative practice I could think of to achieve sleep. I thought of relaxing scenes like a serene lake or a campfire under the stars. I imagined the time I played Red Dead Redemption 2, walking my horse across the map at a relaxed pace. I thought about rain falling on a tent roof.

I don’t know the exact moment that I succeeded.

I only knew that at some point, I was somewhere between awake and asleep, thinking about nothing. I was dozing off into the dark, but I thought I saw something too. I might have been thinking about a door.

No. There were three doors. Doors? No, they were lights. Or were they tunnels.

Without thinking, I went towards the middle one. I walked, or floated, or simply chose the middle one and fell asleep.

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There was a warmth falling on my face. It was on the edge of comfortable and unpleasant. It wouldn’t go away. It was a little too warm and made my face feel a little prickly from sweat. There was also a light that came with the warmth. The light fell on my eyes like a Jehovah’s witness knocking on my door. It was insistent and annoying.

I blinked my eyes open and let them get used to the light. I had to squint a little, so I closed my eyes again and tried to escape the light. I burrowed into the covers and... pressed up against someone.

My awareness came to me like a boomerang hitting me in the head.

I was holding someone. In bed.

I backed away a little and squinted down at them. The light hit their blonde hair and reflected a golden radiance. I had to look for a little longer to really understand what I was seeing. There was a woman in bed with me. Then I saw the second woman. She had brown hair and the sunlight from the window wasn’t casting too strongly on her.

The women looked familiar. I had seen them just recently.

Understanding dawned on me.

I pulled back the covers and looked at the two naked women snoring softly.

I was back. I was lucid dreaming. Not only that, but I was right where I left off. I was in Camila and Zoe’s apartment! I rolled out of bed and stood up in my full naked glory. I looked around the room with glee and victory.

“Yessss!” I whispered loudly. “Fuuuuck yesss!!”

That last yes had a bit of a growl to it, but the women didn’t stir.

I was buzzing with excitement and looking around the room at the clothes littered around the room. I saw a red bra and picked it up and immediately pressed my nose to one of the cups and breathed as deeply as I could. There was a feminine scent there. It smelled like a woman. I breathed it in like it was a victory drink.

I threw it on the floor and paced the room.

This was actually happening. I had the ability to lucid dream, and somehow created this world identical to the real one, BUT WITH ONLY WOMEN!

I fist pumped the air like a maniac.

I kept pacing, if just to help get this energy out. I stepped over some jeans and got close to the window and looked out at the buildings of the city. All of that was mine. I could see all of it. I could go everywhere. There was so much to do and see and all the women to fuck!

I pulled the curtain closed to stop the light shining into the women’s eyes. Let them sleep. In fact, I don’t need them to be awake if I wanted to fuck them. Wait... that thought sounded real rapey in my head. But in this world that meant nothing.

I turned around and looked at the two women.

They lay there, naked and with the cover only covering their legs.

I could do whatever I wanted to them, and they wouldn’t respond. They wouldn’t care. Would they even wake up if I did something? I could test that out now. I stepped over to Zoe’s side and leaned over her. I looked closely at her sleeping face and appreciated how pretty she looked and how relaxed she seemed.

I knelt down low and observed her face. I took in her soft looking skin and lovely brown hair. I looked close to where I could make out individual skin pores and the fine hairs that exist even on a woman’s face. I looked at her eyebrows and eyelashes and marveled at how my dream made such detail, even down to the smallest thing.

It was ridiculous. How was my mind capable of this level of detail? Shouldn’t some things be blurry? Unless maybe things were, until I looked at them. Also, the level of detail surpassed even the most extensive of video games that I had ever seen.

I reached out and gently tapped Zoe’s cheek. There was no reaction. No flicker behind her eyelids. I placed a thumb on her eyelid and opened her eye. I saw her brown/hazel iris contract under the light, but there was no reaction to me.

I then took a steadying breath and prepared myself. I tapped again on her cheek, but this time it was harder. Then I tapped harder. No response. I tapped a little harder and watched her face ripple a little from the contact and ****.

There was no response and no sign of her waking up.

So, I slapped her.

I waited with bated breath.

Her head turned from the ****...

... but she slept on.

A slap didn’t wake her.

I remembered Mia back in my house also didn’t wake when I messed with her. And to think, that it could go as far as this. I could slap a woman... and she wouldn’t wake up. As abusive as that sounds, it also might mean that I could take things even further.

I grabbed one of her boobs and roughly squeezed. I squeezed like it was a stress ball and let go. I watched the breast go from pale white to red from the interaction. I saw my nail marks on her skin and felt compelled to massage her a little. Her warm tit was in my hand, and I kneaded her.

I then looked up to her face again and looked at her mouth. I was reminded of the girl that I deepthroated in her house across the street from mine. The house that an old friend lived in, in the real world.

I rubbed my dick at the thought of filling Zoe’s mouth, even with her being asleep. I wondered how to do this and thought about how to manoeuvre her body, then I grabbed her shoulder and hip. I pulled her to the edge of the bed with her face just on the edge facing me. Her body was on its side.

This angle might work.

I leaned down and rubbed my junk on her sleeping face. I rubbed my shaft and balls across her cheeks, nose and lips. I poked her with the tip and pretended to draw shapes on her like she was my canvas. I basically humped her face for a little bit before pressing the tip to her mouth.

I opened her mouth with my fingers and felt her pillowy lips take my penis in. I opened her mouth fully and felt her tongue greet me. I sighed in contentment at the warm and wet feeling. It felt so good that I gleefully sunk myself all the way in.

I felt myself hit the back of her throat, but she did not ****. She did not wake either. I pushed against the back of her throat and thrusted. There was still no response. No gag reflex, no coughing, no sputtering. I held the back of her head and bundled up her hair into a make-shift ponytail. I held the base of that ponytail tightly before thrusting hard into her mouth.

I stood there with my knees spread enough to lower my dick into her mouth, while her friend and roommate was right next to her snoring softly. I thrusted hard into her mouth and hit the back of her throat again and again. I tried to angle her head a little so that I could go further in, which meant bringing her head closer over the edge and making her look upwards and to the side.

I found the perfect angle, for me not her, and started to really thrust. I held her head in a vice grip with her ponytail and her throat and began to slam into her mouth. If this was done to anyone in the real world it would have damaged their throat. They would have needed to go to the hospital. This position and act would **** them into asphyxiation. But here in this dream world I’m able to deepthroat someone like this without so much as a gluck gluck noise. Well, actually there was a small schlucking noise, a nice wet erotic sound that spurred me on to pound her face.

I pounded away, and even moved her head back and forth like a pocket pussy. She was just an onahole to me now. I pulled on her and saw no signs of distress. And my dick felt like it was in some intense kind of wet heaven. My shaft felt wet and hugged by her mouth muscles and the tip felt something tight squeezing down from all sides. Her lips went all the way to the root of my cock and her face pressed against my abdomen. Her nose tickled my groin, and I felt such incredible sensations.

I thrusted into her with almost brutal efficiency. I didn’t think to spare her any harm, because I knew she could not be harmed. Anyone looking on from the real world would probably cringe and feel sorry for the woman, but I knew that she wasn’t real.

When I felt my impending orgasm, I didn’t slow down or warn her. I kept slamming into her gullet up until my dick burst and my lustful fluids poured directly into her stomach. I thrusted some more and then held her tight against my groin. I **** her head down until my own balls felt a little uncomfortable being mashed against her brow.

I felt my cum shoot again and again with every throb that thrummed through my body. I saw her throat bulge as she instinctively gulped down my seed.

After a little while I pulled my dick free and let it rest against her face. Zoe’s sleeping face. I humped her a little as beads of cum came out and dropped onto her cheek. I then lowered her head and released her hair from my tight grasp.

She once again lay there on their shared bed, sleeping soundly, with only a slight mussed look about her that could have suggested something inappropriate.

I stepped back and felt incredibly satisfied.

That was a wild deepthroat. Something no one in the real world could achieve without injury. I straightened up and stretched. It was odd how I felt a little ache in my legs and back from doing that...

Isn’t this a dream?

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