Ghetto Games, Psychosis and Sex

The first thing that comes to mind was me in a room with several people, talking with someone who I now recognize as the black comedian Boo Kapone. We were talking about all kinds of things; smokeables, card games, places to get drugs, new hip-hop albums...For some odd reason, he was laying down on the couch he was on like he was trying to sleep, yet he was clearly very awake and talkative. Somewhere in the middle of the conversation, he started angling for me to start playing this card game that I'd never heard of (I don't actually remember what game it was), and that a bunch of good people were playing it. He said, in his own ebonics-laden fashion, that I'd be good at it, and that I had the perfect mind for it.
My memory cuts to sometime later, where I'm watching the game played by some people I didn't know even in the context of the dream. There was this woman among them. She looked like a mix between Lexi Belle, Jeanette Voerman and a young Traci Lords, and for whatever reason, I couldn't stop paying attention to her.
We'll get back to her in a moment.
Sometime after this, I'm talking to Boo again, conversing about the game I watched. He's still laying down like he's trying to sleep (on a different couch this time), and he seemed legitimately tired this time. I couldn't tell if he was just sleepy or completely faded on something, but he was there enough to hold a conversation, so it didn't bother me one way or the other.
My memory goes fuzzy here...
Sometime later, I'm walking around my apartment which, now that I look back, looked nothing like my real apartment. Actually, now that I think of it, it seemed like a sort of amalgam of several houses I lived in when I was in West Monroe. This never jumped out at me at the time, but it seems...oddly relevant now that I'm here typing.
Out of nowhere, I see the woman from earlier, the Traci-Belle-Voerman amalgamate. I have no idea how she got into my place, but we started talking. I remember thinking she had to be crazy (which, given her resemblance to Jeanette, isn't unfitting), but I also remember having this distinct urge to keep talking to her. The two feelings conflicted with one-another as we spoke, as if my mind couldn't make itself up on whether I should try and run or do everything I could to stay.
Then she started walking towards my room, saying something I don't exactly remember anymore, and I started rushing after her. I don't recall why, but I wasn't sure I wanted her in my room right then. Maybe because I'd only just met her. I don't know.
When we got to my room, it was moderately clean, more so than my real room is most of the time. The bed in there was definitely nothing like my real bed, and so were most of the furnishings. I did notice that several posters I'd previously owned were on my walls alongside ones I own now, which never really struck me when I was still dreaming, but definitely sticks out to me now.
She found these chewed up pieces of gum (or was it candy?) on my dresser, and I remember feeling embarrassed about that. Apparently Dream!Me just kept those lying around for some stupid reason. What's especially weird is that they didn't seem to bother her.
My memory starts to fade here again.
I remember sometime after that being in a daydream within my dream. I was imagining this new woman talking to one of the characters I've written recently, the long-haired, tattooed magician with the major drug problems. They were mad at each other, for reasons I never did manage to figure out, and soon enough, she pulled a gun on him. She pointed it at his head, saying something indistinct and psychotic, and he just looked at her for a while.
Then my vision changed, and suddenly he and I were the same person, and I was looking down the barrel of the gun she was pointing at us. I stepped forward, and she thumbed back the hammer in warning. I kept getting closer to her. I didn't care.
When I was close enough to her, I put my chin over the barrel of the gun. (apparently I was much taller than her by that point) Me and him both said "If you're going to do it, then do it.", and then I saw her freeze. We felt our anger rising, and said
"Come on, do it!"
She looked uncertain now, like she hadn't realized what she was getting into. We felt our temper rise out of control, and then we shouted at her.
"YOU FUCKING BITCH, DO IT!!"
She dropped the gun and started crying. She couldn't stop herself. Everything about her seemed overwhelmed past the point of control. We just stood there and looked at her, watching her as she cried uncontrollably.
At this point, my memory drops out again. All things considered, that's probably for the best.
The next thing I remember is being back to myself again, standing at my own door. For whatever reason, I was watching her from my room like a peeping tom in my own apartment. She was just sort of walking around naked, looking playful and not caring about much of anything. She walked around the living room, like she was walking just for the sake of it, unfocused and unbothered.
Then she looked in my direction and saw me. I don't know how she did. My door was barely open enough for me to see through. But she saw me right away, and then she started walking towards me.
I backed away from the door right as she was coming up to it, like that was going to help. She opened it and strolled in like she was thinking of buying my room right out from under my feet, then came to a stop right in front of me. Her eyes met mine almost immediately, and she had this knowing smirk on her lips, like she'd understood exactly what I was doing before I'd even started doing it.
I think it was maybe three seconds or so before we were all over each other. I only remember flashes, but I think it's safe to say what we were doing with each other, and to each other. We were like wild animals in the woods, exploring each other like children who'd just found a new park to play in. I could tell she was a lot more experienced than me, but at that moment, I didn't care. I just wanted to do everything to her, everything that came to my mind, and then some.
I remember after we finished, we had a moment of just laying there together, basking in the moment. I hadn't realized how much I'd wanted to fuck her until she was standing in the same room as me. I still wonder if the same was true of her.
Then suddenly I was standing in the middle of my room, still naked, but alone. This isn't a gap in my memory; one moment I was with her on the floor (yes, the floor...), and the next moment I was standing up by myself, very definitely not accompanied by the woman I'd just had wild, wanton sex with. I remember actually wondering to myself what was going on, as if even the dream's logic hadn't accounted for something like this. I was really confused.
Out of nowhere, I heard her voice in my head and stopped. She said I shouldn't worry too much, and that she'd come back once she was needed again. I chose to believe her. Of all the things that had happened in the dream up to that point, her lying to me wasn't one of them.
My memory cuts to me being in my room at a different point in time, with the same woman and a couple of her friends, one male and one female. There was a small cathode-ray TV that I don't remember being there the last time I was in my room, playing a constant stream of metal music videos from bands I don't even recognize in my waking consciousness. We were smoking and drinking, and having a pretty decent time all around. We said a lot of things to each other, but I don't remember what any of them were.
Then some very specific song (still unrecognizable to my waking consciousness) came on, and out of nowhere, I found myself with the urge to mosh. I just sort of stood up, and the other guy stood up with me, apparently having the same urge that I was. We knocked into each other once, shoulders first, and that was how it all started. All four of us just sort of started a small-scale moshpit in my room, thrashing around and having the time of our lives while dark and violent metal music played out of my TV.
I remember coming in contact with the woman I'd fucked so much earlier in the dream, and having her grab onto me and not let me go. She kissed me, passionately, and we just sort of tumbled around the room while we were still together.
That was when I woke up.
As soon as I woke up, I had this sudden and distinct urge to write something, anything, everything that came to my mind. I still have that urge even as I type this out. I'm not sure what it was about the dream that got me on this sudden writing kick, but I want to take full advantage of it before it wears off.