Wtf

Date: 6/27/2021

There are these two women, one black and one white. The black woman has a big afro and she is standing there, wrapping Saran Wrap around herself and shaking her head, rolling her eyes kind of like, “this again”. The white woman is also wrapping herself in Saran Wrap but she’s smiling, laughing excited. She has blond hair. The reason they’re wrapping themselves up in Saran Wrap is because the white woman is going to pee, while the black woman holds her body up. They are going to collect the urine and use it for something “medical”, like rubbing it on their skin. After they collect the white womans pee they remove the Saran Wrap from their bodies and the go to a corner. The black woman is turned on and is rubbing her face in the white womans crotch against her pants. They separate and the black woman lies down. She’s somewhat made herself available for whoever wants her and I go to her and start sucking her nipples through her shirt and kissing her neck. I ask her if it’s alright and she says yes. It’s like she likes it but also doesn’t care. I offer to Venmo her regularly so that I can more or less do whatever I want and keep touching her. She just shrugs and says alright, yeah sure and kind of laughs. I rub her crotch through her pants. Both of the women were about my age from what I can tell. I am somewhere and I attempt to do the LBRP. I am so tired I can barely stand. I keep messing up but I fix it whenever I mess up. For some reason I have to move in the middle of it and I can no longer use the Great Voice but I use my astral self to do it. As I continue doing to LBRP I get less tired. I finally complete the ritual and am thinking about doing the Lesser banishing ritual of the hexagram but I don’t have my computer to help me with the steps, although I do seem to remember most of them now. I am glad that I was finally at least able to complete the LBRP. I was so incredibly tired I could barely hold up my arms and was almost passing out and blacking out. In another dream I am with a group of people and we are in line for this occult workshop or thing, and a few of us keep switching our spots so we can always be behind a specific member of our group. She is kind of annoyed but it’s all in good fun and also supposed to be how we order ourselves. The place where we are is white on the inside, with brown woodwork and multiple sets of stairs and doors. Through each door is something different and we are looking for a specific door. The line has died down because It’s getting later and the event that we wanted to go to is starting and most people are already there.