7 Oct 2025
pages.dreamInterpretation.dream
Dom finds himself in his childhood home at 18153 Old Port Lane. The furniture around the room feels like it is very sparse. dad is home and so is my brother I'm trying to have some alone time so I can masturbate and I am trying to conceal a bottle of poppers so I can really have some fun. I find it hard to have alone time. Every once in a while, maybe I get to take a couple of sniffs of the poppers through each nostril in generous amounts. However, the euphoric high that I am seeking is satiated, however, than not fulfilled. There was a moment when dad comes downstairs And I have the bottle in my hand, but before he rounds the corner. I managed to put it in my pocket causing the liquids to spill. I'm a little frustrated by this, as there's only so much liquid contained in such a tiny bottle. But what one is really after are the intoxicating fumes that deliver delicious pleasure. Dad is preoccupied by watching television. However, I do notice that the television is fairly old. It's one of those box models, when you have the knobs on the side to turn the channel. Very outdated. Very not my style. Whenever papa is being distracted by the television, this is my time to take a quick sniff. However, the pleasure that I'm hoping for never comes. I do not know how I come into possession of poppers, but then the scene changes and I'm now in a gas station, where I can clearly see poppers behind the counter by the register. I guess that's where I got them from. There is a little flashback, of me going into this establishment prior and not having enough money to purchase the items, or all the items that I wanted. So I had to pay a dollar in order to get the remaining items from the previous transaction. Mind you, the flashback is no longer a flashback, now I am totally immersed in that environment. I am provided with an array of random items I don't know why I ever asked for, the most prominent being a ticket to some obscure location. I get the impression that I just wanted to get out of town, really, and the place did not matter as much as the escape did. It was very much giving the impression of a train ticket. I am now being sort of transported to a field area. In the field there was a vampire present, non-threatening, but he was there for some strange reason, and for whatever reason I was not scared. It's as if I or a guest at an event that he was hosting. It was the dead of night and we were doing some kind of ritual and it kept going on repeat because it wasn't quite right. I had to look at a screen that had an overview of the landscape in which I was standing on. I would write instructions in the margins of the frame as to what I wanted to happen. It made me feel like I was editing a music video in Premiere Pro without all of the bells and whistles. All I needed was just to mention my mere intent of what I wanted and then the screen would play back the reality in real time all around me. The field kind of morphed into a football field and there were dancers all alike and other entertainers and I was kind of like an orchestrator calling the shots and how I wanted them to behave, how to move, how to move about on the field. After every iteration, I thought of something new to add to make it more compelling. I remember it being very important for there to be a sort of circular panning in the center of the field before we sort of vanished to the destination we were trying to get to. It felt as if I was in a loop, and I could not get out. Nor did I really want to get out, I just wanted it to be right, to feel right, to be perfect. Perfection never came before I woke up.
