There are numerous theories about why we dream and what dreams are. They span a wide range of possibilities from the mundane to the mystical. One of them says that it is how our brains sort and organize our memories. Think of it like defragging your hard drive.
I can’t recall precisely how long I’ve been recording my scribblings in the arcane journal of light and circuits that is the Affect3D text editor, but it has been several moons. An event both peculiar and profound has finally occurred. Through the capricious whims of the spirits that inhabit the land of slumber, I encountered an eldritch and esoteric being not native to the realms of the real. So yeah, enough aping Lovecraft. I had a dream about a futanari.
I Dream of Weenie
I recall the dream beginning with me going into somebody’s garage, in which they were hosting a podcast. There was a sense of familiarity with the hosts, but I did not recognize any of them from my waking life. The two hosts were both young men with well-groomed beards with a fashion sense somewhere between hipster and gamer. Their guest host, and the reason they invited me over, was a futanari.
She wore a summer dress that clung to her curvaceous body, had a face that I considered cute, and wore her hair in a simple bob cut. An immediate attraction passed between us. Knowing why I was there, and perhaps with ulterior motives, she lifted the front of her dress, and showed me her hermaphrodism.
I don’t recall if the podcast was about something nerdy or something adult, or even if it was important to the context of the dream. I do know that I wasn’t a contributor, so I sat in a chair against the garage wall, far enough from their podcasting table to not be picked up by the microphone. She came over and sat on my lap.
She smelled incredible, and I thoroughly enjoyed the feel of her warm body settled against me. The men had left the garage, and I wrapped my arms around her waist. I became readily aware of the fact that, being a futanari, it was quite impossible for her to hide her arousal.
A Lucid Moment
It was at this time that I became lucid, that amazing state where you become aware of the fact that you are dreaming. Some say that when you are lucid dreaming, you can control the dream. So, did I use this power to revel in the ultimate nocturnal sexcapade? Of course not. Why would I take the most gratifying option? See, the problem is, when you are lucid, the conscious mind gets involved.
That means my science brain turned on, and I wanted to know all about her body. What came next was neither her, nor me, but a litany of questions. Could she cum? Did she orgasm with both genitals simultaneously, or were each individual? Could she get pregnant? Can she get others pregnant? Could she self-impregnate? Her answers were yes, simultaneous, no, no, and no.
Science brain notwithstanding, I was still incredibly horny, her ear was dangerously close to my lips, and her hair was brushing my cheek. Tap dancing around the subject was pointless. I simply asked if she wanted to have sex. She exhaled the word “yes” in a way that tingled deep in my belly. Sadly, the problem with partial consciousness, is it’s a bit too close to full consciousness.
I woke up 😢