It felt real; it felt too real to be called a dream.

Sometimes I like to sit and imagine that it actually happened, I like to feel him touching me again, his lips planted on mine like he never wanted to leave me, his hands slowly going down my thighs, making me jerk when he slowly put his fingers in-between. I want to go back to that place, the hallway where he found me and grabbed me like he’d been searching for me all his life. Last night I took myself back there, to that same spot, I tried to make him happen again but it felt different, it didn’t feel like the first time.

I’d read a lot about it, heard stories of people who’d experienced it, someone even once told me of her lucid dreaming sexual encounter. I didn’t make much of it until a few days back when I had my first lucid dream, I could sense and feel everything around me like it was real life, I knew I was dreaming, aware of the circumstances and I could control my every move. It was like a seventh sense, like the way you feel after blazing some quality loud, except that you’re very aware of your environment and the fact that you are dreaming.

This virtual guy, he was my sexual knight in shining armor, the prince charming to my snow white, the way he ran his fingers through my entire body, sending heat from any spot he touched down to the middle of my legs till I became moist. It was bizarre knowing that I was only dreaming yet I craved him inside me like a junkie craved his meth or cocaine, the thought of it alone is already getting me all moist and worked up #LAWDNESS.

Somewhere at the back of my head, I felt a sense of fulfillment because I had finally gotten a full satisfaction- In real life there was always something missing, a partner not reaching deep enough, hands on the wrong place at the wrong time. But this, this was perfect. I savored every moment like it was going to be the last, like I was suddenly going to jerk out of this amazing dream, you know the way you savor the bottom pot of that delicious jollof rice you didn’t want to finish. I think the reason it felt that way was because it was of my own making, I was in control of my dream and I could make anything happen. Each time he came into me, I felt some sort of completeness and when he pulled out I felt like an unfinished business had abruptly ended- Ever watched those vines? Where at the peak or climax of the whole story it ends, leaving you feeling like it should have been longer than six or seven seconds? – That was the feeling; it was a sense of happiness and loss at the same time.

I didn’t want to wake up, didn’t want it to end, didn’t want to leave this unique world of mine where I could fly and conjure up anything and have the most amazing sex ever but my alarm had different plans for me. I woke up to real life, to a two-hour law exam ahead of me and having not read a word out of my notes.

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Leslie is a lawyer in the making, part-time weirdo and full-time free spirit. Leslie enjoys long walks to the fridge, Macarons and life itself. She’s a university student in the UK and hopes to graduate with a first class degree. Instagram & Twitter: @_straychild