Male Surrogate

Date: 12/19/2016

2-3 hours of real-time sleep. I was on my phone, scrolling through Craigslist, and I saw an ad made by a couple. They were looking for a man to donate his sperm, as the husband was sterile - it was unclear, logistically whether the wife or daughter would be carrying the baby (the daughter was around 20, my age). They also expected the man to live with them and take care of the woman carrying the baby, and part-time father the child. All of this was revealed upon meeting them, at their home. I met the father first, and he walked me up to the second story, where they had a huge music room/guest room. The father and I talked about their guitars, drums, and music in general - we even played for a moment. He then left me alone in the room for a few minutes. Shortly after, I noticed that the other half of the second story was one HUGE shower, and the wife was getting out. She had on a robe and walked over to a bed in the room, sat down, and we started talking. She asked me about many of my opinions and beliefs - evaluating my character and trying to get me to reveal something negative about myself. She finally said - "Now, are you really going to keep being this perfect?". I told her honestly, that I have plenty of flaws, and I'm not claiming to be perfect, but everything I had told her so far were my genuine thoughts and feelings. I felt that she was a great person, and she clearly felt the same way about me. We got in her truck and started to drive down the country road they lived on. The wife had said we needed to go bring some baked beans somewhere. Pulling up, this place looked like a direct combination of a junkyard and a coliseum. We arrived, and there was some sort of show happening. I walked up to a metal flight of stairs and ended up on a second story balcony. I looked down into what looked like a big open area for fights or demonstrations. What I saw disgusted me. There were 3 German shepherds, latched onto a dying golden retriever, biting at it's throat. The disadvantaged dog, seemed to not be giving up. There was a small crowd in a bunker downstairs, cheering for the end. An attendant off to the side pulled a lever, and the ring flooded with baked beans, piled 2-3 feet high. The dying dog, laying on the ground, didn't have the strength to get up and almost immediately drowned. The arena was drained quickly, and now, new animals and people filled the area. There were 5-7 barn animals (a pig, a cow, a chicken, a goat, etc.) and 1-2 people per animal, handling them by leash. The people were all dressed formally, as if going to a ball. One man in particular stood out, who was around 6 and a half feet tall, wearing an orchestra conductor's tuxedo. They all had barbaric weapons - baseball bats with nails in them, golf clubs, a sickle, and so forth. They all posed with their weapons and smiled devilish, surreal, toothy smiles that literally stretched from ear -to-ear and took up half their faces. They stared at the audience, and the audience cheered as the animals made scared and anxious noises. I left at that point. I hopped in the truck, where the wife was waiting with the truck running. I still had the beans we brought, and I explained to her what happened. She said it was a waste. I told her that place was disgusting and that I planned to become a vegan soon (which is true). She didn't respond to my statement, and continued asking miscellaneous moral questions once again. We pulled up to a beautiful luxury apartment complex, where her daughter was waiting outside - it is a girl I know in real life - her name is Claire. We walk together through this apartment complex, admiring the architecture and abstract design. We find a door and head in. The inside of this building looks like a typical office, with maybe 3 older women working. I walk up to the main desk, and make conversation with the administrator. We laugh for a moment. I wanted to prove to the women that I was charming and charismatic. I then got to business, and asked if we were in the right place to get papers signed for the wife. The woman told us we need to Try another building, and directed us towards it. The daughter led us out the back door, and scenery quickly changed. There were many carnival booths, lined up on the sides of a large area of concrete- roughly the size of a football field. There were hardly any people there for such a large area, and the people seemed to all be walking away from a grassy hill at the end of the slab of asphalt. Claire led us through the crowd of people, all looking like they just left a carnival. She quickly got far ahead of us, and the wife started to panic and become irritated. We eventually got to the grassy field, and just as we were peaking over the top of the hill, the dream ends. I recall being lucid conversationally. All of my dialogue in this dream was genuine, and real things that I would choose to say. I felt like I was actually HAVING the conversation, rather than just watching myself talk.