Come to some conclusions.

As you drive home, your thoughts run over the events from class, lingering on the redheaded girl, Jean, and the amazing show she put on in your daydream. You can't get her hot body out of your mind, especially her massive rack, and your cock is surging in your pants for the entire trip.

Even so, you can't help but realize that you've made at least a little progress in answering some of your questions about whatever's happening to your dreams.

1. Your abilities aren't necessarily restricted to dreams while you're actually asleep. You entered the dream hallway even during your daydream, with many of the same effects.
2. You do have a modicum of control over the dreams, as exhibited by your ability to dictate your coronation as King and the rewards it entailed. More experimentation is still needed. Can you only change the course of the dream, or can you affect the physical nature of the surroundings--or even the people--too?
3. The other people in the dream do in fact experience the same dream, otherwise the orgasm Jean had in the middle of class and the look she gave you afterward is one big fucking coincidence. That leads some interesting questions regarding your mother's and sister's recollections of their dreams, but you'll have to table those for now.
4. Tentatively, you may have figured out the doors in the hallway are proximity based. When you've been asleep at home, the nearest doorways have been your mom, your sister and your next door neighbor. In class, Jean's door was further away because there were other students sitting closer to you than she was.
5. A corollary to the previous conclusion: The doors you tried to open but couldn't were due to the fact that those students weren't asleep or daydreaming. Jean, the redheaded Goddess, was daydreaming at the same time you were.

Overall, the afternoon shaped up much better than expected, given the depression you'd been feeling earlier. Now, you're energized and actually excited to enter the dream world tonight.

As you pull into your driveway, the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end and you stop short of the garage, twisting in your seat to scan the front yard and street. You don't see anything, but you can't help but feel as if some...presence is observing you right now. It gives you the chills. Even so, there's a familiarness that you can't quite shake...something from the night before? Is the dark mass that attacked Penny somehow in the real world?

A minute later and the feeling dissipates, leaving you feeling hollow inside. You park the car and head inside, feeling the warmth of your home filling you up and washing away the chilly feeling from before. By the time you reach your room, you're feeling like your old self again, although there's still a niggling left at the back of your brain. You take off your stained clothes and put on looser shorts, tucking your still erect prick into a more comfortable position.

You turn on your computer. Navigating to your college's website, you find the page for student lookup information and type in the name 'Jean Aisling.' Less than a second later, a picture of the redhead you'd fucked in your daydream appears on the screen, hair a little shorter but the same crystal blue eyes and freckled skin. You grin, happy to have added confirmation that the dreams you're having are special, as you'd never heard her name before you approached her door in the dream hallway. Reading further, you see that she's a year ahead of you in standing and is pursuing a degree in Literature.

On a whim, you also do a search for Asgitsa, the girl you'd met in the library stacks. Even though you don't have the last name, the search should show all those with that first name. How many people could have that name anyway?

But the search comes back empty. Hmmm...maybe I spelled it wrong?

Stymied, you decide to leave it for later. You've got a more pressing issue to take care of...specifically the hard cock that's pressing against the front of your shorts, threatening to break free.

You pull it out, the meaty shaft sticking straight up. You click back to the previous page with Jean's photo, rubbing yourself as you picture her wearing her clothes from class. You start from the bottom, her heeled boots hugging toned calves that connect to her crossed knees and supple thighs that race under her skirt. What you wouldn't give to sit before her, taking her knees and slowly parting them, watching as her long legs open up and the secrets hidden under her skirt come into view. What kind of panties does she wear? You doubt they're plain cotton, she doesn't look like that kind of girl. Something sexier...lace? Silk? Or does she wear any panties at all? You'd love to find out for sure.

Then, of course, there's her most prominent feature, her enormous boobies. You remember how it had been wet from the rain, clinging to her curves on top and the flat, taut surface of her stomach bellow. The barest hints of fat, thick nipples push through the top and the neckline provides miles of cleavage that you could get lost in if you stare long enough. How soft they must be, how deeply would your fingers sink into them when you squeeze them, would you even be able to find your cock if you titfucked them? These questions and more run through your mind as you masturbate.

They distract you enough that you don't even hear the door open.

"What the fuck, bro?!" you sister's voice cracks like a whip. "Lock the fucking door when you decide to jerk off, you goddamn pervert!"

Your eyes snap to Shelly, who's standing haughtily in your doorway, her hands placed on her hips. She's got her blond hair tied up messily atop her head, and she's wearing a plain white t-shirt and jean shorts that have been cut off to a length that leaves her pockets resting against her tanned thighs. Even in this position, you can't deny her hotness and you feel your dick throb in your hand.

"I'm sorry," you stammer and then stop. Why the hell should you apologize for rubbing one out in the privacy of your own room. She's the one who entered without knocking!

"Whatever," she sighs. "Just finish up. Mom and dad say it's time for dinner."

But then she doesn't leave. She just stands there, looking at you, cock in hand. Does she have something else to tell you?

Shelly begins to fidget, her arms and legs moving minutely as she shifts her weight from side to side. Then you notice it. She's not look at your face anymore. Her gaze has drifted lower and she can clearly see that the majority of your dick is stick swinging free even though you have the base wrapped with your hand. Your dick throbs again when you see your sister try to discretely rub her thighs together. How far can I take this? you wonder.

Not very far.

You start stroking your shaft and for a moment, you think she might stay and watch. But after a couple of pumps, she snaps out of her trance and manages to throw up a weak--and fake--look of disgust before stomping away.

Left alone, you quickly finish the job you started before Shelly walked in. No need to make your family wait. It's not as powerful an orgasm as what you'd been building before, but still satisfying...and you'd be lying if having Shelly interrupt you hadn't added a little spice to your session. After cleaning up, you head downstairs and have a nice, if somewhat awkward, dinner before getting preparations ready for tonight.

When bedtime rolls around, you're ready for your next dream excursion. You have a notebook on your side table--a dream journal, if you will--and a hand towel to catch your emissions, or at least make it an easy clean up afterward. You strip naked, pull down your sheets and assume the position.

You're back in the hallway.