Lucid dreaming your sex fantasies

Shanes_OralOrations

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So I've seen lucid dreaming discussed a few places in the past. That's where you're in a dream and become aware that you are dreaming, but don't wake up and can begin to exert some control of the dream. It's happened spontaneously to me a few times, and there's plenty of youtube and other online instructions to train yourself to do it. I've experimented with a few of them and had some success. One of the first times it happened to me was in a dream with an old crush I haven't seen in years. As soon as I was aware this was a dream, my first instinct was to take the opportunity to have some killer sex with her. It kind of worked, and ever since when I've found myself in a lucid dream (after flying around a while which is usually the most natural "look-what-I-can-do" instinct), I've usually tried to turn the dream into a hot sex dream. It doesn't always work - I find with lucid dreaming there are some fine lines between controlling the dream, letting some of it go on it's own, and not accidently waking yourself up. I also find it's easy to go "unlucid" again and have my plans foiled by a new story line. So sometimes I'm able to set up and start a fantasy going, but then it falls apart. Sometimes though it's worked very well. I find this is usually if I'm sleeping in longer than usual, and have recently been awake- best ones are in the morning. I think there's something about REM sleep that makes it longer and stronger towards the end of a sleep, and sometimes I can walk a line between being somewhat aware of the room I'm in, and still in a very vivid dream that I have good control over. It's kind of the holy grail for a sex fantasy honestly, because it comes with the full sensory realism of a dream, but is very much choose your own adventure.

It seems to work better for me if I try to work my changes into whatever is already going on in the dream, rather than trying to suddenly conjure up a celebrity, porn star, or hot coworker to bang (although that sometimes works too). I've been able to experience some very satisfying fantasies this way, including with my wife, her sister, and a hodgepodge of attractive women in my life. When it works well it is super arousing and I will usually wake up with a vivid memory of the experience (and a raging hard-on...). I usually chase the experience again for a while, maybe sleeping in more than I should when I get a chance just in case. :) Much of the time it's hard to hold a very long "scene" together, so I think practice and training would help.

Just curious if others do this. It's almost like another medium for fantasy. We already have porn, written erotica, audible erotica and others. Why not turn your sleeping brain into the ultimate VR porn holosuite, right?
 
I've tried and tried to get myself to be able to do this but only succeeded once. I was able to warp out of a scary dream, replaced the villain with my wife's gorgeous older sister, and then proceeded to fuck her over a fountain in the park.

The fact that it was a wet dream and I actually came while dreaming I was cumming inside her made it one of the best dreams I have ever had in my life.
 
In my experience it works in a lucid dream an awful lot like the way it works in real life.

It's simply not possible to willfully convert a non-sexual experience with someone into a sexual experience with them. You have to seduce them.

Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't.
 
This sounds like what has happened to me multiple times since I started writing erotica. I'll come up with a new story idea and go to bed thinking about it and then end up dreaming about something sorta similar.
 
One of my few lucid dreaming experiences involved me willing my wife's older sister (who I absolutely adore and is a wonderful woman) into the dream and fucking her over a fountain the park. It was one of the best dreams I've ever had in my life and I woke up ejaculating in my boxers. I wish I had the ability to do this more often.
 
Over 50% of my sex dreams are about the Ex. Several times I have partially awakened, knew I was in a dream and forced myself back into the dreamscape to continue on. I have not, however been able to cum in my sleep. I do awake, sweaty, heart pounding and a hard-on that could scratch glass,... so horny I have to finish myself off NOW.

I have yet to be able to control or predicate a dream of my desire before going to sleep....they all seem to happen at random times. I have to say, some of them are so vivid and real, that I feel very fortunate to have them.
 
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I often have quite vivid dreams, which may be to some extent lucid in that I sometimes feel that I am influencing events. They often edge around sex, in the sense that I know I am in a sexual relationship with the woman in the dream, sometimes to the point where I dream we are laid in a post-coital haze, or there is a 'just you wait until we get home' component, but they aren't erotic dreams as such. My brain does not seem to want to go that far.

I am also prone to recurrent dreams, the most frequent of which is of a blue-eyed, blonde haired toddler, who calls me 'Daddy,' running to meet me. She started disturbing my sleep about the time my Muse connected with me on a bit deeper level than being a clever and amusing person with whom to pass an half-hour, but before the 'oh, shit! I would not think twice about having a family with this woman' moment. The irony of that 'oh shit' moment was that for years I had been swearing that I did not want kids, I did not like kids, and that I very much doubted that I would ever make a decent father.
 
I have had many instances where I realize I'm dreaming, while I'm dreaming. It's so incredible. It's typically in a public place with lots of people around. I typically look for an attractive woman and approach her. I usually start with a kiss. She is always receptive and I then take it further, caressing her, exposing her. Typically worried about waking up. Unfortunately it never went beyond caressing a breast or sucking a nipple.
It's much more than a vivid dream, it's one where you can control your actions.
 
This sounds like what has happened to me multiple times since I started writing erotica. I'll come up with a new story idea and go to bed thinking about it and then end up dreaming about something sorta similar.
I'm similar to you here. The main difference is that I have very vivid dreams of sexual scenarios and I will write about my dreams. My late wife was very interested in hearing about these dreams. She would sometimes add her thoughts to enhance the theme. We even acted on a couple of the dreams. So much fun.
 
I trained lucid dreaming in my teens to get a handle on quite awful nightmares that ranged from trying to drive a car from the backseat, to strangers cutting down my forest, to disintegrating fantasy architecture like the ubiquitous stairway from hell I must traverse for undefined reasons, to violent horrors. So, yes, I learned to fly at will, and cheat in a couple different ways. Some simpler employed than others, like, going through walls in truly noncorporeal ways is hard and rare and mostly happen by accident, and there's apparent complexity to when it's acceptable to summon and wear my own body of the ultimate weapon (a rather demonic flying giant jaw with tentacles, yes, seriously).

My dreams changed then, often to complex and complete cinematic worlds and tales where the challenges were of different kind and rarely directly personal anymore, but focused on dealing with problems of someone else in ways that often rendered my superpowers superficial, and incorporated limitations on them.

I have had erotic and sexual dreams, but rather rarely, although some have been quite intense. Interestingly, some of the most intense have been presented as distractions to be dealt with in order to reach a mission goal.

Like...
...I was trying to defend that girl I didn't know or had seen ever before... in the middle of some kind of roman gladiator arena in front of a crowd obviously willing us both to die in as gruesome way as possible for no reason at all, as far I was informed. And of course the fight goes from epic to absurd, and I determine I'm dreaming, and give up on holding by definition unwinnable fight honest. Calling my demon form would get me out, sure, I could just eat the arena whole, eventually, but I'm here for that girl. Instead I grab her and go up along the tall pole that just appeared in the center with no further plan. And I did mean, go up along it, not realy climb it, just pretending I need it for support or rather guidance, the actual plan is to fly freely out over the top of the arena. Meanwhile, her clothes are falling apart with no obvious cause. But those people aren't that stupid and have magical barriers in place, and I find my flight altitude limited by invisible ceiling just under the top of the tall wall behind the stands. So now I'm flying over the crowd roaring in anger, awe, and who knows what in languages I don't understand anyway, with a naked girl in my lap, and she is becoming very, very sexually active trying to kiss me, and disrobe me, eventually successfully. My own nudity doesn't bother me in the slightest, I'm slightly embarrased on her behalf, more about her behavior in front of the roaring crowd some of whom are trying to throw objects in our direction, presumably they are her people somehow, even if all I know her is as a sacrificial slave. But it's all a nuisance, the whole battalion of archers trying to shot us down is what actually does bother me, and what kind of artillery those soldiers in the towers are now setting up I would rather prefer not to learn. So, I will a windows in said perimeter wall and aim our barely controlled flight for one of those, but it becomes smaller as we approach, it's not actually a window, it's an opening of ventilation chanel or something, and when we try to enter it anyway, it's just a single brick large niche in the wall. I bring her inside that anyway and we keep going, right through the wall, experiencing the crystal structure of the stones from the inside, overwhelming all senses with atomic geometry. After a couple of centuries we emerged on the other side and soared up into the sky, and I let her go, telepathically telling her she is now free and can fly on herself and show her how, and she does, kicking somersaults and spinning in extreme joy and happiness, and then we merge in noncorporeal spiritual sex in midair above clouds of a disintegrating world... (fade to white)

Of course, I have tried to abuse lucid dreaming techniques for attempts to further my sexual kinks and desires, mostly with detrimental results, but sometimes fun or unintentional consequences.

Integrity of the dream world is easily upended by too much injection of focused will, and focusing will wakes the consciousness. It's not a problem when a nightmare needs correction, then, a descend into absurd is as good an outcome as fade to black, but in a potentially erotic situation the desire is to continue the narrative with minimal disturbance. While I have very good and active imagination, attempt to willing clothes away from a person I haven't seen nude in real world would likely lead to destruction of the dream world. Even attempts to basically more or less replay real and successful peeping experiences in a dream almost invariably lead to me being caught in the act immediately and mercilessly ridiculed or worse, almost creating own genre of a nightmare.

Limited corrections or narrative steering are possible to an extent, especially if one is willing to accept deformities of the dream world, but can lead to scenes of rarefied absurdity.

Like...
...I found myself sitting on a certain couch in a (mostly) certain room, only said room now contained beautiful tropical beach and sea in about one quarter of it, next to a beautiful naked girl presented as a cardboard cutout mouse (from some cartoon I had seen, presumably, but I fail to recognize the image), trying to obviously flirt with her, while she randomly cycled through about five or six distinctive personalities that included one of my ex girlfriends, her sister, my own sister, my current love interest, and at least one or two other girls, until the jam boiling in the cauldron in the painting on the wall above us spilled out as an alien slime of pure embarrassment all over everything. Yes, that's quite pure Salvador Dalí of a dream.
 
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I've morphed into dreams of my paradise- sunny, warm, breezy, high profile dwelling somewhere near an isolated beach- staffed with some friendly locals and my 'chapter' of lovely Asian friends- an ex-; several fantasy thai and filipino girls; a couple of sassy ladyboys; and the use of a fine large fresh water pool and adjacent spa for evening activities... hosting others as an informal 'getaway' my personal faves...
such that I had a vivid dream a few mornings ago- one of the deshabilles madamoiselles upside down on the edge of the bed as I ate her pussy to distraction... my that was close !
 
This doesn’t seem possible, but maybe because it has never happened to me. I do recall that at least once or maybe even twice I was able to re-enter a dream after briefly waking. It seemed weird. But I have never been able to control a dream or simply will a dream to happen. Would that I could since my sexual dreams have become homoerotic. I would love to be able to just “dial up” a visit from my anonymous gay lover in my dreams. I always wake up feeling immense pleasure when I experience one of these gay dreams. My complaint is that I don’t have them often enough.
 
This doesn’t seem possible, but maybe because it has never happened to me. I do recall that at least once or maybe even twice I was able to re-enter a dream after briefly waking. It seemed weird. But I have never been able to control a dream or simply will a dream to happen. Would that I could since my sexual dreams have become homoerotic. I would love to be able to just “dial up” a visit from my anonymous gay lover in my dreams. I always wake up feeling immense pleasure when I experience one of these gay dreams. My complaint is that I don’t have them often enough.
I think the catch is too 'implant' your desires when commencing sleep cycle... it may take few attempts, but I reckon I have more reliable recall after doing so... FWIW, (y)
 
I think the catch is too 'implant' your desires when commencing sleep cycle... it may take few attempts, but I reckon I have more reliable recall after doing so... FWIW, (y)
Thanks for the tip. I tried to implement it last night when I went to bed but was unsuccessful as far as provoking a gay sex dream is concerned. I imagine this is something that has to be practiced repeatedly to get some control over it. I will keep trying. Thanks again.
 
Thanks for the tip. I tried to implement it last night when I went to bed but was unsuccessful as far as provoking a gay sex dream is concerned. I imagine this is something that has to be practiced repeatedly to get some control over it. I will keep trying. Thanks again.
I'm pretty sure the human brain isn't that agile- you need motor and thought coordination (in old school we'd say repetitive tasks] that trains the brain and neurons create those synapse links after a time... so really I am agreeing after all,
much how i teach remedial school kids,,, repeat, repeat, .. good luck..
 
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Recently and surprising, a number of flashbacks to my earliest sexual adventures as an older teen have occurred, and its been rather disconcerting, I mean the vividness of the replays, quite a shock to wake up with, ahhh, too,,, :sleep::giggle:
 
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I've been doing this for a number of years. Sometimes it works and I'm able to control the situation and other times I'm content to let it ride. Have even gotten to point of being able to return to the dream of say I get woken up for bathroom trips and what not. But if awake too long I'll lose the dream.

Haven't indulged in it for a while as I don't get the chance to sleep long enough to really have it work the way I want.
 
Last night I dreamt very vividly about my favourite young woman. Unlike most of dreams about her where a sexual relationship is implicit, not explicit, this one featured her blowing me. I kept giving her instructions on how to blow my mind as well as my dick, until quick unexpectedly she deep throated me, and her gagging sent me over the edge and I pumped my load into her throat and mouth. Then she stood up and French kissed me with my cum still in her mouth.

Could not get back to sleep after that one.
 
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