Girl on the Couch

1. Downstairs Girl
(Wet Dream)

Sunny day. I go to my apartment, it looks a little different than usual, more space. Someone has been in the room, I suspect my downstairs neighbour. But the place is different, so possibly more people are living in this house now.
My brothers come to visit me. There is some discussion as to what to have for dinner, we might order some pizza.
There is something with the calendars. I have two hanging on the wall, one by the door, and one on another wall, which is the first thing I see when I get out of bed. Both show the 7th of April, while it is already the 8th. I wonder why the calenders are not turned right, because someone must have done that in my absence. I am just back from holiday, but someone has turned the calendars every day.
Later I hear my neighbour downstairs, and a few of his friends. My door has been open the whole time, there is a stair up and down. White.
I am outside, in town for a moment, but I incidentally run into Rago my downstairs neighbour, a friend of his and a lady friend are with him. I assume these are the people who are always with him. And I finally get to see the girl. I was curious about that. She looks a little gothic. She appears sometimes very normal, and sometimes more like a bad girl, and a little gothic, which pleases me alright. And I think, since she can't be the partner of either guy, I can surely go for her if I want.
Rafo begins to talk to me and I am polite so I make conversation. He says they're playing games, a type I have never heard before, he tries to explain and says I should come sometime and have a go at it. I try to figure out what kind of game it is, it is something with fixed characters.
He says he has just gone to Torfs the other day for looking for a new game. I tell him I've done some roleplaying, this and that, and if it resembles that, but he does not know about that. Then I ask him whether they are simple board games, but they are not. Something in between, maybe like the wherewolf game that Cise always tells about.
I had promised myself that I would be nice and socialize with them if the opportunity would present itself, so when they insist, I go with them into Rago's apartment downstairs. I don't feel very comfortable, but it is okay.
I'm interested in the girl. We are on the couch, I am on the right, she is in the middle, but close to me, and Rafo is on the left. The other guy is in another seat on my right in front.
I am so strongly attracted to that girl that I continually want to put my hands on her body, but I don't want to be offensive, so I don't. Then I see that Rafo is trying to make a move, and I understand that I should act now, so I put my hands on her legs and so forth, she comes closer to me and further away from Rafo. He puts her hands on her body too, but in the way I lay my hands and move, he can never put them anywhere, or not for long, and at a certain point I even explicitely wave away his hand. I can tell he is a little angry and becomes frustrated, but now the girl is mine. And I feel the sexual energy build up in the meanwhile. I can't well hold it back, so in the end, I come, while I still try to hold it back, but it only works partly. So this is a wet dream. In the end I had pulled her towards me, wrapped my arms around her.
The dream continues, we all go upstairs to my place, and inspect. The boys have things to say about my apartment, they know more about it than me, they know some of its history. There is also sperm on the floor, and on the roof, it is dripping from above. Is this from an upstairs neighbour?
Then they take me to a room outside of my apartment, but on my floor, which is mine, but where I've never dared to venture till now. They go here all the time, that is for sure. There is an empty room, and then a window or door to the outside, and there is a roof terrace. The sun is still out. We sit there, and I go to a corner behind the wall of a large brick building, where the sun shines, so I momentarily leave the girl with Rafo, and follow the other guy. In the corner I pick the best spot in the sun. This is some kind of secret place. You have a wide view.
The other guy wanted to sit where I sit, and is jealous, but I change place anyway, more people came in with us. And the pole where I wanted to sit first, is part of a white metal fence, but there is a door too of course, so there is even more to explore. This is really a nice place to be in the evenings. Now I know where I can go if I want to go for an evening walk.
When I go back to where Rafo is, there are other people gathered in the meanwhile, and I see a stream of people coming in, which means that if they always do this than they pass through my house every time without my knowing. Along the stairs and in the secret room.

When I look out the view becomes a little different, it is one big rooftop, as if a whole new landscape is up here, that exists parallel to the town (reminds me of the Barbican), but many people seem to know this, and gather, people come from other places too, I see how things are connected and wonder. Later I want to explore some, because I think the lane to my left leads to the sea.
Near where we are has formed a circle of people, they sit on the floor, or on chairs and are merry. Some woman has a certain object or a bottle, and I see that runes are on it, and I want to take a closer look. I think I recognize the inscription but I can't read it, and when she says the name of the inscriptions, it does not ring a bell. At first I think I might know it under a different name, but then I ask her again and think I should remember the name. Something with Wei King? It sounded like a combination of Dutch and German words. A friend of mine is here too, and other people I know, I had not expected that. Maybe even Bale, and my brother D.
Now we walk toward that lane and explore, we are a small group, close friends, like minded.
We come in quite a different place, it is still a long way to town, but the road is straight. When we look back from where we came (the street reminds me of the one that leads to Debu) we see a car turn around and driving backwards along the street and speeding, this is really weird. Other cars are driving on the street, in both directions, but the backward driving vehicle, green, evades them all, this looks really dangerous.
I think that was more or less the end of the dream, although a part may still come after in which I wetted myself again. I am sure, I ejaculated twice, but maybe the first time was when I saw the girl for the first time, and I was already sexually roused. Definitely, it was with the same girl twice.

2. Taiji Confusion

We are in a big training hall and we all stand there, I still have my jacket on. I am in the middle of the room, between so many people. It is Chsn who wants to lead class, but Pake is present as well. At some point Chsn says forty of us should start in the middle of the form, or of one particular section, and the other forty in the beginning. At first I understood fourteen, and even when I heard forty I was a little confused, because it seemed like a random number. How can she know how many people there are exactly in the room? She can't. And people were all confused. Then Pake came in between and we started practicing, he was somewhere in the middle too, and I followed him, his movements were really careless, and it seemed he was flailing his arms, but I saw they had the unstrech in them so I looked well so that my body could remember. Then he stopped and came to the middle where I was and climbed on top of a big square thing that was actually in the way, but he wanted to lay down on top of it. In the meanwhile I was in the process of undoing my jacket, and I wanted to swing it up on this thing too, which I did, and I wondered whether I now had taken his view.
Then we all turned the other way again and were guided by Chsn, but when we had to practice alone, I got stuck in some place and did not remember what came after. I tried again. Other people failed as well. And I then quickly reviewed the part I knew so that maybe it would come back spontaneously, but just at that moment Pake came standing behind me, very close, and corrected me, and I said to him I was not sure of the movement itself, implying I wasn't trying hard, then he said, ah, then this is solved by itself now, and made no further comment. He was very close, and his faces was old, unshaven, and pokdalig. That is about where the dream ends.

(47 minutes of writing)