An account

Bed 10pm. WBTB 3am. I realize I am dreaming as soon as it starts. I am face to face with an older, overweight woman with short black hair. I am excited I am lucid but then I hear my phone ring. It is the ringtone of my work. Since I am on call IRL I cannot tell if it is my real phone ringing or if it is part of the dream. It reminds me of the hypnagogic noises I hear while having an OBE. The mental connection to my waking life wakes me up. I have strong vibrations. At a dinner party <PERSON> is making balls out of mashed potatoes and serving them with gravy. "This will take patience. I like that." She says. She does not really like them and says they need something else. D says he knows just the thing. He adds lemon juice to the mix. I think she is pretending to not like them in order to stick with her diet easier. I have to drive out but cannot really leave the area because there are puddles everywhere and really steep pitches of sand. I am worried I will get stuck in the puddles or tip over on the steep sand. Some vague things happen I cannot really recall. I sense a mexican lady, shopping bags, and a bathroom. Back at the party the teen moms from the show are there. There is also a hot but immature UFC fighter staring at me. I am in my hipster crop top and jeans, lying on my side and I want to impress him. Also most of my coworkers are there. Spoiler for sexual content: They showed me a video of them in the forest pretending to have an orgy, they were all naked and the men were erect. I thought, "that must have been really awkward to film...or they actually did have an orgy." My cousin B and her husband are there, except they are <PERSON> and <PERSON> from MTV. She complains she has not climaxed and asks if she can try. "Sure. I do not care." I respond. They go into a tent on a lawn right next to our table. I see her step out with a brown rubber glove on her hand, lubricating her fingers. I think, "maybe he is into that." Then an S+M coach emerges. B texts me and asks if these things are necessary for climax. I text her back that I have never needed those things, but some people like it. As we leave the party we pass a wall with pictures of the party attendees organized by age. There is a picture of a man tinted in Gold. <PERSON> keeps talking about "<PERSON>" who is 39 years old and a fantastic fighter who recently started fighting again. We drive out in Q's suburban. There is old, stale popcorn in the backseat. D and q try to clean it out. FF's A.F walks around in belly shirt and brags about her fitness level. She does look slightly slimmer than usual. She is getting rid of food scraps. I tell her to give it to the dog and she does. I was responding to a DV post by my new dream partner. She tells me she will be a little slow with responses because she has so many obligations, like weekly workout classes. Her pic changed to a mirror selfie with a white shirt on, standing behind a little brother. I told her I have a lot of obligations too, like finishing up the school semester and workout classes. Then I remember I am almost done with school and that I am only going to one workout class one time, so I am not really that busy. A lady talks about how she brings her small, long haired, black/white dog with her to truck stops at night to murder people. I saw her murder a woman eating a sandwich outside of the truck stop. Then she gave her dog a bath and feeds it. Then I see a PSA where a young man at a party headlocks a young girl and shoots her in the head twice.