Night of 26th April 2010

My Dad is trying to coach me through Chemical Engineering (as he did in waking history). But the exams are too hard for me—what's more I've been playing truant (also from waking history) so much as to not know the first thing about any of the courses. The course I'm dealing with now is maths.

I have to go in to the exam with zero preparation, or course-knowledge of the areas that will be examined, and am stressed. My father is disapproving, and lords a superiority over me (my father was also a Chemical Engineer graduate—he passed with flying colors and loved the subject). It's almost as if he's disowning me: I/we (other professors, etc.) did it, you don't meet the grade.

I'm in the box-room, like a cubicle or capsule hotel room, with Nana and Inma (Inma is my Spanish, University friend's wife). Though Nana and Inma are completely unrelated, they are as two sisters to me, like twins (Inma had a real twin in waking life).

I'm eager to get in the room as I've brought them here for a sex-session. I know I can do anything I want with them, and they must go along. In waking life neither Inma nor her twin sister were attractive to me, though before she began dating my spanish friend, and was single, I had considered making overtures to her. But Nana is the one I really want to molest.

She is also the hardest to make submit to my erotic plans. Whilst I'm trying to set Inma up, I want Nana to perform fellatio, etc.; but my preoccupation is a signal that she is not needed, and she proceeds to sit at the desk and look at the internet. She will eventually leave the room entirely.

I'm trying to make do with just Inma, lying on the floor my head is near her midriff, and I begin to rub her erogenous zones. I apply some oil, and vigorously rub—preparing for some kind of pornographic insertion. But Inma is inexperienced and won't move the way I wish. She's too heavy to move over by myself, and I appeal to Nana to rejoin the fray—but she continues using the computer. I'm trying to flip Inma over and get to penetrating, but she's uncooperative and an anti-turn on in the highest. A sheet with a hole in it - as it's often rumored strict Jews use - appears and I'm resigned to using it—anything, to just get going. My cock is going limp all this time, and the blind lust I was hoping to stoke and ignite, and profit from, is waning all the time too. Very quickly the situation is already stone cold sober.

I have to give up. Nana has already left the room. I relieve Inma. I wake.