The Garden Party {S: Assumed Galantamine, 2 capsules; part of a blind study]
I have just come from a very explicit casual sexual encounter with a beautiful woman. I am dimly concerned that I may not be able to report all the details of the encounter. It is a bright day and all the colors are very vivid. I am walking across a lawn that comes to a break in a low stone wall that has about three steps down to a lower part of the lawn. There are people strolling, sitting in chairs and laying on the grass. I settle down between two groups, I am very close, almost touching them. There are two women on my left and man and a woman on my right, she is within my reach. I reach out, touch her gently and invite her to get physically intimate. I realize that the man is her husband and I ask, nonverbally, if she wants him to join in, possibly giving her oral attention between her legs. She has an immediate definitive and dismissive negative reaction. She proceeds to climb on top of me. She is wearing a thin yellow summer dress and I can feel every part of her body as we have contact on all parts of our bodies. We are intimately deep kissing while I am aware of her nipples pressing on my chest and her vulva rubbing against my knee. I am fully sensually engulfed by her. I am particularly aware of the wet warm delicious sensation of our kissing. We are still just inches from the others around us, but this seems to be of no consequence. We are under a low table and she is bumping her head against the strut holding the table top. We decide to find a better place to continue our intimacy.
We are walking as it begins to rain. I can feel the drops on my face and the beginnings of my hair becoming wet. I look for shelter and see a nearby store front. I imagine taking her into the restroom and taking her with our bare bottoms on the cold tile floor. We peer into the shop's windows and it appears to be a restaurant, we enter. It is slightly disheveled but happily not over crowded There are several empty tables. There are many tables and chairs stacked to one side. I have picked out a table for two that has one good chair, but I am having difficulty finding a second one that is stable. I pick up one that has short rear legs. It has possibly been modified to sit in the sand. I look at a second that is also defective and sandy on the chair back. I do not get frustrated but exhibit very gentlemanly manners and explain I will choose another, wipe it off, and if that is insufficient, I will choose another.
We are about to sit when we see a waitress with a very large tray of food. It holds hot pieces of steak resting on leaves of lettuce. They are plates on the tray as well. It is similar to the way orderves are circulated at a party, but this is a main dish. My partner is very interested and begins to choose two pieces for us. There is another woman to my right that is also interested and there is the potential for conflict. My attention is drawn to three women to my left.
They are standing shoulder to shoulder two or three steps up from me. They have elaborate summer attire, including hats. The fashion is reminiscent of the 1950s. The one in the middle is very thin, sexy, wearing a low cut dress with frills. She is looking directly at me and is raising her voice. She has apparently been calling my name several times and is now nearly shouting. She calls out my first, middle and last name very definitively. I can hear her words very clearly. It occurs to me that this is not my name, but she is so undoubting I engage in conversation. I step up to her, put my hand on her waist and whisper in her ear, "have we fucked?" Her body suddenly jerks spasmodically. It moves my lips from her ear and I am not sure she has heard me. This happens a second time and I lean slightly away from her to see what is going on. There is a man with a gnarly grinning face behind her who has apparently been squeezing her almost painfully from behind. He pushes his face around her so his head is touching hers and it just to my right. I promptly punch him in the face and prepare to continue the conversation.
I am woken up.
Notes: Shit! Bad timing on the interruption. Tried to get back into the dream but was unable. I did have a few, some detailed, images and snippets. I am definitely not taking a placebo in this experiment. Wow. The sex was full on. Better than I remember the real thing on most occasions.
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