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Dream Log: December 23, 2001 (place)
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Sun Dec 23 2001 at 21:53:29
Fear & Sex By The Sea
My friend
Adam
and I come to the coastline with the intention of climbing down among the rocks and along the cliffs. There's a particular spot we want to reach, out on a tiny
peninsula
among wind-beaten
conifer
s. To get there you have to get past one
treacherous
spot:
shimmy
ing along a narrow strip of rock with your belly against the cliff face and the
surf
roaring beneath you, until the top of the rock wall slopes down to chest level and you can climb up from that position to safety. We come to that point and Adam passes with no problem. I'm confident myself since I've done it before without a hitch (in previous dreams that night). I carefully slide along the wall and the pounding
wave
s are deafening in my ears. Taking a quick glance downward I see the bed of jagged rocks and
whirlpools
far below which would receive my body if I slipped.
Certain death
. Turning my attention back I come to the end of the ledge and make a grab for the top of the rock. Somehow I get into a position of extreme
disequalibrium
, both hands and feet barely clinging to smooth rounded surfaces with no hold. I go into a state of panic--the
death-fear
burning in my stomach and the sound of the surf rising to an unbearable level. Through my tears, I shout to Adam for help and it takes a couple of tries to pull me up out of there. Sitting atop the
bluff
, panting like a scared animal, I calm myself down. We continue on and I become myself again, happy walking through the trees and listening to the sea.
I have memory of two more dreams from this night, both of them involving
sexual intercourse
. The first takes place in a house near the same
peninsula
, upstairs with an imaginary girl. I'm on the verge of
climax
when I become aware of my physical body lying alone in bed, making small
pelvic thrust
s and repeatedly tensing and relaxing my
sphincter
. I wake up and laugh a little, then return to sleep.
In the second one, I'm working in some kind of
amusement park
built by the ocean, and for some reason it's my job to
initiate
this teenaged girl (with the permission of her overseeing mother) in the sexual arts. The setting for this is a three-level platform, each level about two by three meters, perched on the very edge of the ocean. Strangely, part of the
initiation
is that the sun and moon fly across the sky like a
timelapse
movie so that 24 hours passes in about twenty minutes--our sex must take place only within the timeframe from
sunrise to sunset
. It takes a while to get set up so we don't make it on the first try. On the second go-around we climb to the top level of the platform and get it on. We both come right at sunset. Something happens then as a giant
Protean
beast breaks the surface of the sea, its black skin course and
asymmetrical
like
coral
. From a third-person perspective I see the girl and I raised up on its head as she screams about the "snake master". I know it's all just part of the show...
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Adam
peninsula
wave
sphincter
towel
Climax
surf
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