1 I was playing basketball with black and white young men. The game was very rough. I was having trouble controlling the ball when I dribbled it, I felt as if I was drunk but I was not. If I just dribbled the ball more than twice, there was a good chance of the ball being stolen, or me having to grab the ball and stop dribbling. I felt as if I was constantly being fouled, meaning, physical contact made by the opposing players as I tried to dribble the ball; I blamed the constant fouling for the fact that I felt so clumsy dribbling the ball, whereas usually I dont feel clumsy at all. But someone claimed that the reason dribbling the ball was so difficult for me, was that the opposing players were excellent.
2 Feeling exhausted after a day of studying various subjects on the internet, about 440 PM, I retired to the bedroom to take a nap. About 500 PM I fell asleep, I guess. At 645 PM, I woke up after having had a long complex and interesting dream, that seemed to be about half truth and half non-truth. Or maybe, the non-truth in the dream was symbolic. Heck, maybe there is a lesson here in how to interpret scripture--it's not the factual exactitude that counts, but the spirit of it. This account of the dream might have some of the events in the wrong order. I remember almost all of this dream, whereas usually I have been only able to remember a fraction of the dream. In the dream:
I was in a house with about half a dozen couples. On a round table, women took turns doing nude dancing. In the room with the nude dancing, the dominant interior dec color was a reddish brown. Not sure whether there were unattached males or unattached females in the house. Seems I was sort of unattached to any one specific woman. It was like me in my house with add-ons who were the other people. There was a round brown table, on which women took turns doing nude dancing. DP from [deleted] was on the table doing nude dancing, I glanced at her but for some reason chose not to watch, even though she looked pretty with her bangs obscuring her overly [deleted]. A couple of other women were scheduled to be next up on the table doing nude dancing also. Dont remember one or two of them, but one of the was DGs sister, and one of them was a local woman, HL. Then the crowd left the house to go shopping, and I was in the house alone. I was looking at newspapers that had nude color photos of the women in the house. I was thinking that by combining these photos with articles I could have a successful magazine like Playboy Magazine.
At one point I was in another room, where there was no nude dancing and less of a crowd; the dominant color in this room was a reddish brown also. The people there associated the "Dex aie" Norman war-cry with me, saw me as a leader; either I said this or someone said this, I think I said this and also someone else said this. I said, or someone said, (or both) that the 'Dex Aie' war cry originated in Corinth and symbolized the leader of the western world; someone said that I was the leader of the western world, and the thought in my head was that I was the leader of the western world. The crowd came back from going shopping.
There was a song playing that the crowd had created. It sounded country-western. It went, "take the whole little thing, take the whole little thing". The song in my mind sounded mediocre, but superior to 99% of the music being created and played on the radio these days.
My friend from high school days Michael Gross, was one of the male members of the crowd. He was disagreeing with me; I felt I could start a lucrative Playboy type magazine, but he did not think such was a good idea. I was talking about all the journalism awards I had won in high school and my expertise, I could visualize the magazine I would create. I was talking about how I would include interviews with politicans I've worked for (actually, pols I had in mind, such as Sheriff Koutoujian, I am acquainted with and have met, but have not officially worked for, unless you consider sending them the email about the vision of the cop is working for them). I told someone that I would include interviews with or articles about Catholics Protestants and atheists in the magazine.
All of a sudden, the woman HL was on top of me having [deleted] with me. I was [deleted], and stayed [deleted], but my [deleted] could not feel the inside of her [deleted] . Her [deleted] was[deleted] , it was like a [deleted] about 6 inches long (I thought, in waking life, from the clues I had, that it was actually about 20 inches long and thick). She took the active role. Seemed every time she[deleted] into me, her[deleted] swelled up quite a bit, so that the intermittent pressure on my [deleted] was generated as much by intermittent [deleted] of the[deleted] as by the movement of her hips. I had not suspected that she would have big [deleted] [deleted] . This went on for a while. After a while she said, "they did'nt break you, but they broke me". I didnt understand what she meant by this. The [deleted] [deleted] felt somewhat uncomfortable because of the pressure on my hernia descending into my [deleted] , but I heartily liked her (recently, my hernia has not been descending into my[deleted] in reality, its been getting better, and when I woke up, it was not descended into my[deleted] in reality). I [deleted] but she did not want me to do that. Her breasts were much smaller than I thought it would be based on what I had seen of her breast in my dreams and in reality. Then she [deleted] suddenly without me having orgasmed, I did not know why. When she got off me, her breast was about a tenth as big as it looked like while she was having sex with me (while she was [deleted] it was much smaller than they are in reality). It was shaped as I thought it would be, but its length and push was about 2% of what I thought it would be when I have been awake.
I retreated back to my big bedroom to get a pair of underpants, as I went back some nude guy with black [deleted] hair passed me. I could tell what he was thinking, that I had finally had sex after a long time without sex, but he was too nice to tease me re the time without sex or to scorn me, he respected me too much for that. When I got back to my bedroom, there was a short white clean shaven young man standing outside my bedroom. He said to me, "that was a mistake", meaning the [deleted] with HL. I did not respond, but went into my bedroom. Then I woke up.
When I woke up, I felt shocked that I had had such a sexual dream. I Had not [deleted] for a long time. I had been staying away from pornography. I had not had a sexual dream in a long time, and now, this! The dream definitely felt like an above average dream; I awoke feeling a strong sense of camaraderie with friends and affection for HL in my heart. I felt the message of the dream was sort of, the hippie message, based on the protestant message: it's not the outward appearance of virtue that counts, but the feeling in the inner heart; it's false to pretend that one sin is better than another when both sins are equally bad; doing the "bad" sin could help you get over the feelings that lead to both the "bad" and the "less bad" sin. After waking I felt in my heart an appreciation for the good qualities of those who are descended from continental europe (as opposed to the islands to the west of europe).
3 1 I met some Asian-Indian woman in the darkness. She was about 5' 7" tall, and wore glasses, and light-blue western style clothes. I was walking somewhere with her in the darkness. Then I somehow saw her with her shirt off. Her breasts were shaped sort of like a frisbee, very wide, circular, but flat and not protuberant. Each breast was brown and shaped sort of like a circular disc two feet in diameter. Looking at them, I developed a [deleted] . I woke up and discovered that the [deleted] was of the type that is caused when urine is retained in the body and such is combined with[deleted] . I went to the bathroom and urinated and the[deleted] disappeared.
4 I was in the darkness meeting with a tall Asian-Indian woman, she was about 6' tall, I think she wore glasses, her face was whitish in color. She was a contact for pot but I could not get pot out of her (in real life now it has been 20 days straight wihout pot). Instead of pot, though, I was able to get this thing that was like a combination of a boat and a house, or maybe what I got was either a boat or a small house shaped like a boat.
5 SC and me and someone else were in the darkness looking for pot. We were in some weird dark neighborhood where weird magical things happened, which were sometimes evil. SC finally got a big plastic bag with some pot in it, the pot was mostly stems, the bag was big compared to the small amount of pot in it. I was asking someone if the weird neigborhood had any section in it where people burned in a fire as in hell. Seemed as if there was something sinister and evil about SC.
6 I was wandering around in Germany. It was war-time Germany. There were Germans everywhere walking around or sitting down, but it was not like a huge tightly packed crowd. It was daytime but cloudy, the weather was damp and cool. I did not know anybody, I had no money, and I was trying to survive. I was waiting to see a parade of German troops march by. I wanted to see them, because their WWII helmets and uniforms and parades looked so cool and the expectation was that they would be dressed WWII style (not sure, but maybe the setting was WWII days). I was wearing about five layers of thin clothing. In my pocket there was a little paper money and some cannabis. I had the sense that someone wanted to steal the money and the cannabis and kept moving from place to place. In a room that looked like a dull undecorated hospital room of some kind I saw the mangled bloody corpses of about three German soldiers in WWII type uniforms (maybe one or two of them was still alive but dying), it was a sickening sight, seeing it made me feel sort of in contact with hell. Outside there was this white young man, about average height and build, clean shaven, who was shouting at strangers. He was shouting that WWII between the Germans and the Russians was never going to end, because killing the enemy was like orgasm. Or maybe he was shouting that killing was like sex. But nobody stopped me or harassed me for not being German or not looking German. There were complexities to the dream that I do not now remember, scenes that I do not now remember. There were upper class areas and lower class areas. There were alot of rooms, each room contained a few Germans, each room contained Germans of a different type or class, and I wandered from room to room.
7 I was driving a car in the direction of the sun. The sun was level with the horizon, either rising or setting. As a result, it was difficult to see while driving. So while driving, I was making alot of mistakes, driving much worse than I actually do when I drive. I was veering from lane to lane, making turns dangerously, etc.
8 I was living in the apartment I lived in when attending high school in Chicago. A woman who I saw at a track meet, and wrote to (CN) came over to visit me. SC was also there. I had to busy myself with something other than entertaining CN for a little while. SC was lying on the floor. He was wearing a dark sweatshirt with a hood, he seemed to be long and bony and evil. He was speaking loudly and foolishly in his annoying coarse tone of voice. SC took the opportunity to attempt to chat up CN and steal her from me. I cursed and raged at SC, who seemed to be evil. SC left, and CN was sitting in a chair in the dining room, smiling. Her hair was short and straight and yellow.
9 A tall black haired white, clean shaven, well-built young adult male was in the middle of an indoor swimming pool, right beneath the tall chair in which the lifeguard sat. He was bobbing up and down in the water. This had something to do with him being drafted into a professional league. Then he got out of the water and was walking on the edge of the pool, away from where the lifeguard's chair was. He shouted out, "SC" (short for the name he actuall shouted out) in an angry tone of voice, as if he was disgusted with SC.
10 The events in this dream happened in such quick succession that I could not remember any of them.
11 I was losing things. I was feeling upset about losing things. Then I realized, that when I lost something, the result was that this created space for something new. Then I stopped being upset about losing things.
