THE LONGEST LUCID DREAM EVER!!!

Date: 6/10/2020

I was approaching this stunning Georgian house with a beautiful slate grey painted door. “This is bloody Gorgeous!” I said to myself, excitedly. (I do like a period property!) I then, in that moment, knew that I was dreaming and laughed to myself. I opened the door and started to ascend these cold, stone stairs. I could hear the echoing of my feet, loud and vivid. The stairs seemed to lead to nowhere, just kept going up and up, until I found a door leading onto a bedroom. It had this stunning period fireplace and was delightfully decorated. I explored a few more rooms (who doesn’t like a nosy around some random persons house?) until I got bored and HORNY, and ended up kissing this hot guy on the landing (who I magicked up from nowhere!), who then led me into one of the many bedrooms and fucked me on this large Victorian style four-poster bed. It felt amazing, but I was aware (within another layer of my dream) that I was also in bed with my husband and he could hear me thrashing around and panting heavily. I was paranoid, so quickly changed the dreamscape. I was now at this big amusement park. Bright lights and loud cheerful music. I took a ticket from a guy at the booth and sat myself down on a rollercoaster, ready for the ride of my life. Within seconds, the cart ascended the rickety track. Clickety clack, clickety clack. It wasn’t quite stable, but what the heck! It was just a dream. When it finally reached the top, I took a shallow breath and waited for the drop. And Bam! I was now hurtling down the tracks at lightening speed, adrenaline pulsing though my entire body. I felt both liberated and petrified all rolled into one. After the coaster ride, I walked into an amusement hall, where I found some penny slot machines. The first one I stumbled across, only took 2p’s ... but, for some reason, the 2p’s were now smaller than the 1p’s. Teeny tiny circles of copper. I slotted them through the hole at the top and watched them trickle down the plastic shoot and then gather at the bottom. Sadly, with only the few pennies I had, I didn’t win sod all... but, oh boy! Did I enjoy the nostalgia. I then walked up this grand hall. So much was happening. There were crowds and crowds of people. I followed behind this group of youths. They had swimming costumes on and were heading for these huge water slides. Oh man, they looked so fun! I quickly envisaged myself wearing a swimming costume and ran closely behind them, following them up this flight of steps to the top of the slide. I could hear excited squeals from inside and, with no hestistation, pushed myself off the ledge and went shooting down this slide, with its curves and its surprise bends. It was a blast! I wanted to do it again. So I bloody well did. Pushing myself off with more speed this time, so I went twice as fast. When I hit the bottom, I magically changed into some regular clothes and explored what looked like a huge shopping mall. It was very grand and Modern. Like the type of shopping mall you’d find in Dubai. There was a mini Taj Mahal in the centre of the mall, standing next to this vast and very extravagant water feature. It was magnificently tacky. As I was walking along, I realised that I was now treading on lightbulbs under a huge patterned sheet . I could hear them crunching with every step I took and, yet, I didn’t feel any pain. Nothing. In fact, it was strangely satisfying. I crunch, crunch, crunched my way over to the other side of the mall, where I found my husband pointing at some beautiful lady, who must’ve been in her mid to late twenties, sitting on a bench. “She used to date my dad.” He said. “What?!” I laughed, not believing what he had just told me. “She’s way too young for your dad.” I chuckled. My husband disappeared and so I plopped myself down on the bench, next to this very beautiful, tanned-skinned beauty. She smiled at me and then we kissed, fiercely and passionately. She took off her top, revealing her massive breasts, and I fondled them and sucked her nipples, which she took much pleasure in. I was so turned on, I temporarily grew a penis (a nicely sized one!) and started pounding her on the bench, right in the middle of a busy shopping mall, for all eyes to see. It felt amazing... but, yet again, in a different layer of my dream, I was in bed with my husband and the bed was moving back and forth (back and forth!!!) and my whole body was vibrating with this surreal sexual force. I was literally BUZZING. Like an iPhone on a bed stand. I was conscious that I might wake my husband up, so I quickly finished up (with the big-boobed lady on the bench) I kissed her on the cheek and told her I’d better be making my way. I walked back into the mall and saw my (dead) father leaning casually against this shop front. I ran over to him and gave him the biggest hug. It felt so emotional and intense and real. He wasn’t a hugger in real life. He was a ‘tough as nails’ northerner with a military background. I asked him if there was an afterlife and he bent down and whispered something into my ear. I can’t for the life of me remember what he said. (Hopefully it’ll come back to me!) I really NEED TO KNOW!!! I walked over to this long table that had been dressed with expensive plates, cutlery and wine glasses, and jumped on top of it, knocking over a few plates in the process. I scooped up a bottle of Prosecco and popped it open. “Let’s PARTY!” I screamed, popping open the bottle. I magicked up some celebrities from the top of my head - Alice Cooper, Kurt Cobain and Jack Osborne (fuck knows why?) I could have magicked up any celebrity... and I chose Jack. Not even Ozzy. A crowd of people piled in and started dancing and celebrating and knocking back drinks. It felt like I was the queen of my own party. Bloody marvellous! I then flew into the air at great speed. Higher and higher into the clouds, until I could no longer hear the music or the loud cheers. I kept flying higher and higher, still. Until darkness took over and I lost all of my senses (as I once knew them) ... I was just at one with the universe. And then... just for kicks. I dropped down, down, down. No Parachute attached. Free falling from a great height. Wind in my face like a backwards vacuum. Adrenaline surging through every vessel in my body. Damn it felt good. ...Until I woke up and thought, “Shit! That Micheal Sealey ‘Lucid dreaming Hypnosis’ audio really fucking worked!”