YASMIN
A dream architect devoted to escapes in surreal, exotic places.
Within her lustful dreams, she cherishes these secluded sanctuaries yet fears her intimate moments are exposed to the omnipresent dream servers.
The Seashell House
Some folks might call it tropophobia or something, but for me, it's all about hitting up my ultimate dream spot – The Seashell House, right there on the beach. That's where I bolt to in my lucid dreams. It's like my own little universe. Totally safe. I mix things up there, but the vibe? Always mine. And sometimes, man, the sky’s just this clear, endless stretch – not a single cloud messing with the view.
Label it tropophobia if you will, but in my world, it's simply returning to my sanctuary.
A Bowl of Impossible Fruits
Check this out – there I am, chilling on the terrace, cocktail in hand, with the sea going on forever in front of me. I’m digging into this crazy-good bowl of fruit you can't find anywhere but this dream – they’re like, insanely delicious, unreal. And the sun? It’s got this perfect warmth, not too scorching, not too chilly. Total bliss, right? This is the real deal, what peace is all about. Just me hanging with the sea and this weird, awesome kind of calm.
Dream Crashers
Then boom! These voices start bubbling up from below, totally wrecking the quiet. Like a bunch of party crashers barging into my solo chill-out session. Their laughter and all that talking – it just clashes with my vibe. I mean, one minute I’m in this perfect slice of quiet, and the next, it's like someone flipped a switch and turned my dream into Grand Central Station. Annoying, right?
The Uninvited.
Dream starts slipping
But, ugh, when others pop in? Totally throws me off. It's like, why are they even here? Messes with my head, trying to stay in control. The dream starts slipping, and there's this struggle to keep it all together.
Lucidol once again proves useless
I'm a light sleeper. And Lucidol, supposed to help, right? More like a letdown. Even upping the dose doesn't do much. It's like trying to grab smoke - just slips through your fingers.
