December 17, 2013

I am outside a large building; it feels like a college hall/dormitory. I look up at a window up a few stories and start climbing up the wall, and, seeing the room is empty, into the room. I then sneak out of that room into another room. I go on exploring, going from one room to another. There is a room which is like a huge conference room, decked out in dark, age-old wood, holding the feelings one would expect to feel in the hall of King Arthur’s Round Table. Some rooms open out into hallways, some just open up into another room. It is such a strange maze of doors. I am lucky to never get caught, for most rooms are empty, and in the ones’ which aren’t, I fortuitously enter the rooms at the perfect moment, and no one sees me. Until the final room, where I stop because it is just a tiny dorm room with two guys living in it. They see me, I’m caught. I smile and they smile back, knowingly. Without a moment’s thought or question, we begin caressing each other, and the dream turns into a sexual exploration between three strangers, a daze of intimacy where no real detail comes forward, and is just a lingering impression of casual joy and comfort.