I was dreaming. It was supposed to be college, but different. One thing that was obviously different was a huge dining hall centrally located. The dining hall was mostly closed down, with only a few of the serving stations left open, like it was late at night, or on holiday status. I wandered around, and realized that I was an adult, and since I did not know anyone there anymore, I would have more fun sitting at a bar someplace, so I left and tried to find a bar I was comfortable at.
I left and started walking out along the street. I was trying to find a dive bar, someplace where I could sit, watch some sports on the TV and maybe talk to some people. In real life the road has a name, but for these purposes we’ll call it Primary West-Bound Road [PWB]. It is night-time, but not too late, I start walking west down PWB on the northern side, looking into the windows of the bars and restaurants, trying to find one with open spots at the bar and, preferably, an oversupply of attractive young women.
None of them catch my attention, so I change direction and start walking South along a cross street to the building I took most of my classes in, past the library. I walk in, and realize that in the dream one of the student organizations I was part of had a big office in the building. I head up to the office and see that there is trash all over the place. I immediately start cleaning it, figuring that whenever someone from the organization shows up I can let them know why I was there and what I was doing. No one shows up, but after removing the trash and straightening up the area I leave and head back to PWB, walking away from the campus. Finally I see a large two-story sports bar and know that there is a nice bar on the second floor with good cocktails and TVs.
Both in real life and in the dream, I usually wear more formal clothes including a sport coat and tie. I sit at the bar and am happy to see that my schools football team is playing a game on the TV. I do not recognize the opponent, but I tell the bartenders how happy I am to see they have it on. There are some other people at the bar, some in tuxedoes and some in sweatshirts and pants, so I figure some event is going on someplace nearby, perhaps a wedding or a formal party for the Fraternities and Sororities members. I try to pay for my drink, but realize I’m missing my wallet and phone. This has happened to me in dreams before, and I know that if I think about them for a moment they will reappear. I re-check my pocket and my wallet reappeared.
I keep watching the game and fortunately my team is winning, I comment out load as to both my happiness at the score in progress and the mild surprise that the team is doing well. A young woman with brown hair is sitting beside me, and asks me if I’m watching the game. I say I am. She tells me something I cannot quite hear over the noise of the bar, so I lean in closer and notice that she both smells good like roses and that the top she’s wearing exposes quite a lot of her breasts. I immediately forget what she said, but I smile and assume it was something positive and tell her again I’m happy it’s going well. She then says, loudly, but without her mouth moving, “Hello!” And I immediately realize that she’s sending the message telepathically. It’s still a dream, but I am surprised and focus hard to send a “Wow, I heard that!” back to her, placing my awareness as hard as I can into my third-eye. She looks puzzled for a moment and then smiles and looks at me and says, “We can fuck here.” We walk over to a booth along the back wall of the bar. The booth has a long flat bench, she puts both legs on the bench, and I’m worried about the geometry for a moment, but I feel a strong magnetic feeling, like there is a magnetized line from her pussy to near her neck. I grab her top with my hands and immediately hard and begin entering.
I then woke up, my heart racing and my dick hard in the physical. This is the closest I’ve ever gotten to orgasm while dreaming. I assume that the woman was one of my astral companions, but I didn’t get her name.