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Discussing the Dream We Just Shared★★★
Summer, 1994
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Context: I'm staying at Paxston and Jay's apartment. Jay is her boyfriend.

Night Three: Try to dream of oneness, but I didn’t remember. . . . Yet I did wake up 4 hours later like I wanted to! Many dreams after that. One was about me and Paxston and Jay. We’re living in this big house. Paxston and I end up deciding to have sex. So we go upstairs to this room. Then, oddly, something subconscious comes up telling her she’s obligated to me. She gets ready, but I smile and dance around instead, telling her she doesn’t have to do anything. The obligation passes and we do it, although I think my dream skipped over the whole scene. Afterwards we go downstairs, both with this happy-fuzzy glow that I think is too obvious. Later we go upstairs again and I stop her on the way. “Did we really just have sex?” I say. She nods. We continue upstairs and it hits me. “We didn’t even use protection! You’re on the pill, aren’t you?” she shakes her head. I start thinking about pregnancy, having to get tested again, telling Jay. We go downstairs and she crawls in bed with him and I get in another bed across the room. She sits up, looks at Jay, and says “I fucked Ben.” I get the feeling that he suspected it, but his full reaction is lost in a sudden switch to something different. Still dreaming, Paxston and I start talking about this dream, and realize we both had the same dream. I’m thinking about how we were communicating in our dreams. . . .

Shared Dreams: The original dream with Paxston was social dreaming in the near realm. I likely passed into a waking self dream fantasy as I began to think of the physical consequences of pregnancy and discovery. But then I pull back out of it and Paxston and I discuss the social dreaming “dream” we had just shared.

Hypnopompic Telepathy: I’ve experienced this a few times, where I could swear I was talking with someone out loud and then I wake up a little more and realize that I hadn’t actually spoken. Each time I’ve had this kind of experience the person I was talking to was physically near me, in the same room or house.

The experience always feels like I’m in the bed, but floating. I’m asleep but my consciousness is focused in the room.