Why do my dreams feel more real then reality ( storytime)

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    Jul 09, 2012 5:03 AM GMT
    Just kidding, I can tell the difference. On a different note, I had the best dream of my life saturday night to sunday morning.

    I was out, walking around as the dusk was setting on the tired and run down city . I had been hopelessly dumped by practically every living soul I had know and not quite sure what to do with myself, decided that since everyone else is busy I am going to man up and go out there alone.

    The sun kissed the sky with its last remnants of hope, giving a purple haze to the atmosphere. Alas, it was slowly turning into closing time and everyone was getting ready to call it quits. Tired, and a bit disappointed, I headed to my car with my head practically buried in the ground.

    The drive was long and cumbersome. The wind seemed to be up to no good with the strength of ancient greek gods, tossing the car side to side like a ship crossing the deepest of seas. I was, vastly , on my way home, where I would retire to nothing productive, dreaming of something else. My stomach turned.

    Hunger and boredom both struck a high note, and I instinctively veered off to what seemed like the last place left with civilization, though no one was in a fight over the food sold.

    I got a cart, and drudged forward into the brightly lit abyss. Was this really the way my life was meant to turn out? Was I really going to be stuck down this path of loneliness, while happy couples embraced each other left and right of me?

    I was caught in a pause, shaking my head, i snapped out of it, time was passing, and I was not a human statue. I progressed further, no longer capable of coherent thought.

    Stumbling forward, I waltzed into someone. "Im sorry" , I blurted out, so i think, and proceed to continue on." Need some of this, need some of that", the thoughts reorganized themselves in my head.
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    Jul 09, 2012 5:19 AM GMT
    Alas, the frozen food isle approached. The chill snapped me out of my mental jail, and i decided that this was it, as soon as I pick the next item, Id retire to my nest.

    So I went for it, unwieldy, the last of what i needed. As I grasped my prized soon to be possession, I felt a strange warmth around me. The most unusual feeling, which caused my eyes to shoot up . There it was, that thing, that moment that just happened. That man I walked into before and never noticed, had now made his killing shot at what I wanted.

    I couldn't explain it, it felt so different, it felt so right, and for a brief second, my mind travelled through a million universes. He turned his head, let out a smile that most would consider a smirk, and quickly apologized as he pulled his hand away.

    I was captivated. I was in shock, I was, I am not quite sure where I was at that moment. Suddenly, all I could see what him, his strong chiseled chin, covered with the darkest of scruff, his sharp hair, as if cut by a samuraj sword, the shirt that fit him perfectly, as if it was personally designed for him. His skin looked lightly kissed by the sun, as it gleamed and glistened. The man was a god, his pecs lightly poked through his shirt, his arms, sized like pop bottles, dapped with a few vains.

    I must of turned 14 different shades of red, as I mustered out " No, its ok, you take it. I am just here out of mood, not necessity". Mood, not necessity, mood, not necessity. Is that the best my brain could really come up with at that moment? I quickly darted to the next isle. "IDIOT!!!" I thought to myself. I need to get out of here.
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    Jul 09, 2012 5:21 AM GMT
    You're in the matrix.
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    Jul 09, 2012 5:31 AM GMT
    I ran for the register, he wasn't in sight. "Safe!" my mind proclaimed to me. I would never see him again, and I could practice my rusty social skills when I was good and ready. Not now. Cash out seemed like it took an eternity. Nervously I looked around, and he was nowhere in view. I paid and hastily darted for the doors. The sun was completely gone , and the bright lights on the lot shone like the twins of the moon.

    I proceeded without caution, and then, there he was, again. My heart stopped, He was right where I was headed. Could this evening possibly get any worse? Is this what fate had planned for me today? Complete and utter humiliation? "No big deal, yeah, he is probably just another stuck up muscle mary, or straight, or , or nothing, stop thinking about it" I approached the car, opened the trunk and began to unload my newly gained possessions.

    "Nice car" someone proclaimed. Sheepishly, I poked my head from the brightly lit cavern of carpet, and stood there, dumbfounded, staring like a deer in headlights. "You know, most people say thanks to a compliment". No, this was not happening. It was him again, taunting me right there in the flesh and I had no way to avoid it. "errr, Thanks..." I managed to squeak out. STUPID!, you pathetic soul, but then again what chances did I have with this godly creature. I drooped my head back into the trunk closed my eyes and pretended that never happened.

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    Jul 09, 2012 6:06 AM GMT
    "Looks fantastic for its age, and I like the details you added" Yes, this man was straight for sure now, he was torturing me sadistically and he knew it. " Its really just a piece of crap, but its all I can manage right now" I said , slowly looking up again. "Hey, give yourself some credit kid" he said, with a smile on his face. I veered over beside me and saw a gleaming yellow 90s porsche, which seemed to belong to him. "Its ok" I blurted out, "Has nothing on yours".

    "So how bored were you, that you came out grocery shopping by yourself instead of picking up some hot piece of ass and taking her for a ride?" he said. "Oh here we go..." I thought to myself. "Time to burst his bubble and send him running." I looked him straight in the eye, and with a piercing look said " Thats not the kind of ass I'd like to pick up." There, that should get him off my back and send him running back into his closet. "Yeah me either" he said with a chuckle.

    "Look, I am not that kind of guy, Im sure you can go online or to a bar and get yourself a toy for the night, but thats just not me" Finally, a cohesive sentence came out of my lips. I did it, I freed myself from his clutch and I was finally able to go. He smiled and said, " Let me buy you a drink then, hop in"."No, no , no, no! Stop!" screamed my brain. "What are you doing? You know where this is going to lead, these kind of guys are everywhere. They know know what they look like, they know what they do to people, and they use that! He will use you, and then toss you to the curb. You're just a piece of ass" It continued.
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    Jul 09, 2012 6:12 AM GMT
    You're the only person to take the Red Pill I've given everyone and now you're starting to see things as they really are in your real life.

    Honestly, I need more lucid dreams. icon_confused.gif
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    Jul 09, 2012 6:14 AM GMT
    JR_RJ saidYou're the only person to take the Red Pill I've given everyone and now you're starting to see things as they really are in your real life.

    Honestly, I need more lucid dreams. icon_confused.gif


    im writing this on the whim! Hope its a good story so far
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    Jul 09, 2012 6:24 AM GMT
    Reluctantly, my body failed to listen to my brain's warnings. It really had been a while since I've even bothered to go anywhere with a date, and at the very least I would get a free drink out of the hassle. I got in, close the door with a thud, and a unruly flat six came to life. The night was warm and muggy, and it put me into a different state of mind. We drove off, he said something about his name being something or other, but I was not really paying much attention. Wrapped in nervousness, I thought , "What if this guy is going to kill me, and then chop me into little pieces to mail to my relatives". I no longer cared. He had me by the balls and he knew it.

    I glanced at his leg as he drove, the huge powerful thighs protruded through his shorts with pronunciation, connected to perfect sized calves and feet. Yeah, this guy was going to use me for his own guilt free pleasure I thought. I was so emersed in thought that I didn't even notice that we had arrived to our destination. The car stopped, and the engine rumbled to a stop. Nervously I said " This is my first time in a Porsche, this car feels great" He smiled, this time with a full tooth on grin, showing off perhaps the most perfect smile to be ever view by the eyes of a mere mortal. " Lets go", he said. We got out of the car and began to walk towards a building.
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    Jul 09, 2012 6:46 AM GMT
    To be continued. Its almost 3 am and writing takes effort