Dream Log Archive

Tag: Sex implications

  • April 22, 2020

    (bus rides / support group / sex event escape)

    I’m being transported along with others on a set of buses—several yellow school buses and one small nine-seat shuttle. I’m on the shuttle, which is completely full, while the other buses are less crowded.

    On the way there, I sit near the front, but on the return trip I sit in the back. At one point on the return, I’m the only passenger left, and I chat with the driver as we pass Neighbor J’s house.

    I’m in Hometown Center, working at a company on the third floor of my high school’s math building. The job feels boring, maybe something like accounting, and my desk space is small.

    HS Friend A works at a McDonald’s nearby. I stop by with a friend during lunch and try to get her to come with us, but she says she can’t because her boss would fire her if he found out. We still talk briefly outside.

    I go to a small studio for a group conversation. We sit in a circle of chairs and talk—it feels like a support group setting, but not centered on any specific issue.

    A boy shares a memory from childhood where he tried to look openly at gay things, but his mother redirected him, telling him that “normal” people looked at cute fuzzy animal characters when they liked things like that. He grows up to become a major voice in furry forums, with his mother continuing to help him hide things from his father.

    Later, there’s a nighttime event on the floor of my high school science building. People are bringing in pairs for some kind of tribal-like hate-sex. The first pair is two drag queens, who are also sex workers. I don’t stay till the end, leaving a bit early to head back to work.

    When I go back toward work, the bosses are in a meeting and have taken over the office space, forcing everyone else into the hallway. I decide to leave instead.

    Downstairs, I find Language School Classmate A, who is a popular child actress. She asks where we are, and I realize she is supposed to be next in the hate-sex show but hasn’t been told about the event.

    I decide to protect her and take her home. We manage to get out of the high school building before we start being chased. I pick her up to run faster, but my limbs feel slow and uncoordinated. I end up pushing myself forward using both my arms and legs, almost crawling, trying to get her to safety.

  • April 21, 2020

    (classroom / investigation / rescue on snow islands)

    I’m in a middle school classroom set up like my high school math class. The windows face northeast, with the door opposite on the southwest side of the room. The blackboard stretches across the north side of the room, with the teacher’s desk in the corner by the wall connecting to the door.

    I sit in the middle-back of the room, but close enough to get light from the windows hitting my desk. It’s bright and spacious. We’re turning in an assignment and then getting ready to watch a movie.

    I see a coworker friend of mine—with brown hair in a ponytail—get kidnapped. I follow them back to the hideout but don’t want the kidnapper to know I’ve found it, so I circle around town for a while.

    The city is laid out in a circle around a large rotary, with a downtown area on one side, the hideout branching off on the other, and a business district in between.

    I meet up with coworkers for lunch and pretend I’ve been with them the whole time, since the kidnapper is nearby and I need to keep a low profile. While I’m there, two more coworkers are taken, along with three other people I know.

    I gather a group to rescue them.

    We enter through a place that looks like the entrance to a concert hall or zoo, with gates set up for long lines of people. Inside, it opens into a snowy landscape.

    We’re on a snow-covered island, with a large hill on one side and the ocean on the other. There are two caves on either side.

    We find people frozen in the hill, already too late to save. I jump up and look over the tops of the caves and see the kidnapped people gathered above.

    I tell them they’ll freeze from the wind since no one is dressed for the cold and urge them to come down into the caves. One by one, they make their way over and drop down. We pile up snow at the cave entrances to block the wind.

    We realize this is part of an archipelago—there are three other islands: another snowy mountain, a town, and one where the kidnapper is based.

    Later, we hold a large event with the rescued people. Many of them are genderfluid. There’s a stage where they dance and rave to music, the atmosphere energetic and celebratory. There’s also a somewhat sexual atmosphere to the party.

  • April 15, 2020

    (hotel inspection / unsettling discovery / casual conclusion)

    I’m in a fancy hotel with a group. My boss mentions that we’ve received a request for my dad to give a lecture. The location is supposed to be at a hospital room, next to a golf course. Everything—the room and arrangements—would be covered as reimbursements, and I’m sent to check out the room prepared for him to stay in.

    The room doesn’t match the pictures. It looks grimy. The closet, bed, and drawers still have a few things left in them, like it hasn’t been properly cleared out.

    I check the bathroom and realize the blueprint is wrong. Instead of a standard setup, there’s a large shared shower room with multiple shower heads, some still running. The bathtub, which was supposed to be a single unit, is actually an enormous one—about eighteen feet long.

    It becomes clear to me that the space isn’t meant for normal use, but something more private and unusual. I feel unsettled, imagining weird sex parties.

    As we head outside to a meeting, I ask my boss about it discreetly. He implies that the person who made the request used to court him, and that his interests have shifted over time towards lingerie. I briefly consider asking him for store recommendations related to that, but we arrive at the meeting building and drop the subject.

    We’re a bit early, so we’re told to get drinks at a juice shop inside. We end up getting frozen lemonades and other fruity drinks.

  • April 13, 2020

    (cafe search / imagined intimacy / hotel meetup)

    I’m living in Tokyo, or somewhere like it, and heading into the city to meet friends to play a game at a tea shop. Last time, we had to search around because the first few places wouldn’t let us stay for a long time.

    I consider going back to the first place, but it wasn’t ideal, so I keep looking. I pass a high-end grocery store and go inside. They have a lot of ice cream cookie sandwiches, but I realize I can’t buy them if I’m going to leave them sitting in a café for hours. I check the store hours—it closes at 23:30—so I think I could come back later before heading home.

    I check another café, but they don’t allow eating inside. I start thinking the first place might be the best option after all.

    Then I pass another place—bright and sunny, with a bar along one wall and full window panes at the back with tables. It looks promising, so I decide to ask if they’ll let us stay and play games there.

    Later, I’m in a hotel for some kind of conference or convention. I’m in bed, about to sleep, when I imagine a scene that feels very real, like it’s happening right next to me. There are two people, one slimmer and one larger, with the larger one having a metal left arm.

    I shift perspective and become the slimmer person. There’s a sense of teasing and anticipation, and I follow along, unsure but responsive, waiting for direction and reacting to what the other person does.

    Then I get distracted by something outside the window. The window opens into the middle of the hotel, where there’s a large internal walkway system and you can see the banisters of all the floors.

    I think I see HS Friend M on a lower floor, just below my balcony. I go to check and confirm it’s her. She’s with other HS friends (group of four), gathering in a room below.

    I call down with cupped hands to ask the room number—5360, on the fifth floor. I rush to grab my things—my phone (which I think isn’t charged, but it is), my glasses, my room key, and slippers, though I can only find one.

    I feel like I have something important the next day, but I can’t resist going to see them, even if it means staying up all night.