Dream Journal

It began at Blaine House. I was kinda living there, exploring around and always typing at the computer. I was there with Rebecca. There was also a strange blonde girl, like Jess T, the library girl, and the girl from Tank. At different times she seemed like each, but different from each, too. She beckoned me to join her on the wall around the deck outside and I did. She showed me something there, in the sky or the woods or my mind. When we got off the wall, the part we had been standing on collapsed, rotted out. Strange.

Later I was working on Foundations in the woods by the sandbox. I was trying to make symbols in the stone. The blonde appeared there in fairy form, and had information for me. I had to lay on my back and look up to read it. Big holographic letters appeared slightly above me. They were black calligraphy letters on yellowish parchment. She was explaining how things worked — answering some questions I had, and expressing her love for me. She appeared as Jess T for a moment to give me a soft kiss but I didn’t kiss back. I thought of this person as a strange visitor but loved Rebecca the same and continued things as usual with her.

There was a basketball scene where I intruded on this game and everything got crazy. Another spirit had intruded, too, and we were taking 3-pointers and making crazy plays. It was raining flowers at one point.

Then I was in the library where the blonde girl really made her move. I was at a terminal working. She appeared as that library girl, constantly sending me letters above my head and conjuring sheep in the wall to get my attention. She was flirting madly, but also helpful and humorous. Weirded out by all this, I was telling a friend when I was interrupted again. She asked me to go out with her and a bunch of people including Angie and her boyfriend. I thought “No, of course not!”

Then in the private corridor where I was working appeared a thin brown-haired girl in black leather sex gear. At first I ignored her, but then realized it was a gift from the blonde. The girl in black was scantily clad and tied to this chair, sitting in it. I went to her to tell her no, but she was talking fast and got out my thing and revealed hers — it opened up in her at a corresponding level, in her chest. She slowly took me towards her. My ability to resist faded quickly and I let her do what she would. The sensations were so strong and it felt as if I was putting more of me inside her than possible, pushing hard into the slippery wetness, I pulled her leg over my shoulder and went harder, pushing only, and then, suddenly . . . orgasm. And that woke me up.

It was as if she was some mischievous spirit, determined to get my attention, to win me over. Yet she was helpful and friendly, too. It was a unique entity, an external force in my dreams. I was never mad at her, only confused at her intentions. Was she a fairy spirit?

Same day: Deep stuff! I was running though higher wild realms, including a river which was often split in two, making lots of small islands with white pebbles everywhere. I was fascinated by twig shadows or. . . . I don’t know what. Are there reflections in the dream world?

Then I returned to the library — completely undistracted this time — and found original books on OBEs, NDEs, and Lucid Dreams, and one called “Top 15 Public Service Organizations.”

It was hard to wake up, but now that I have I feel very powerful and awake, my mind rides upon a pillar of air, filling me with strength, solidity, and self assertion. Thank the higher realms!