These sorts of dreams where you could tell that it was a dream, knew that if you wanted to wake up you could, but what was happening was just... way too damn interesting to want to wake up, so you just lingered and let it play out.
Those were the sorts of dreams that happened once a year and were something that was typically cherished, and on the very low chance that those sorts of dreams mixed with your lust... something special was created, something that just could never be replicated.
That was what was happening to me right now, and fuck was it something that felt better than any of the potions I took or any of the herb that I smoked; right now I was observing something that was just... it was just...
My body was completely hot, and my cock had never been this hard when I was still sane of mind; it was such a surreal feeling because right now, I was 'watching' everything from outside of my body, which was currently having so much fun in this dreamworld.
