Dream #1 "Jessica Alba"

Request: You could try this one out: transform into a jessica alba clone and sneak into the original's dressing room and try to seduce her. it would be fun to see how the real jessica alba reacts to kissing her twin. 

Note: I will be recounting my dream in full. I'll edit out any parts that are clearly disjointed from the rest of the dream but everything else will be recounted. If you'd like to skip straight to the request then search for ** as i'll mark the spot with a double asterisk. At certain points, since i assume many reading this are not familiar with lucid dreams, i will take a moment to explain my reasoning in some parts. Lucid dreams can be odd, and sometimes require some interesting logic in order to combat that, so i'll explain the things i do.

I wake up at 5:30 AM in order to WBTB (lucid method). Staying up for 30 minutes I review the image that was sent to me, as well as the request. Returning to bed, I fall asleep fairly quickly. I then realize that i'm sitting in a college classroom, surrounded by students. Taking note of my body I seem to be around 6'1, with short hair. I believe that i'm a little huskier in this dream than I am normally, likely around 210 lbs or so. I am dressed in plain black basketball shorts, and a light gray v-neck with blue stripes on it. Turning to the girl to my left, i ask "I've heard Jessica Alba is shooting a movie nearby. Do you know the location?" She gives me a strange look for a moment, but   then as if a light bulb came on in her mind, she exclaims "Oh, yes! It's an action movie they are filming at the mall next to the high school.

I quickly leave the room, ignoring the irked look of my fellow dream students and teacher. and approach what looks to be an unused door. Using this door as a teleporter I open it and find myself stepping out into the middle of the mall. I notice that the mall appears to be fairly chilly, despite the dream seeming to take place in the middle of summer. I felt like the dream was becoming slightly unstable at this point, so in order to maintain stability I took a moment to focus on the hairs on my arms which were standing up from the brisk temperature. The dream stabilizes a bit and I begin my prowl around the mall in order to fulfill the request I had in mind. I notice that many of the individuals I pass seem to be dressed in fairly raggity attire, so I assume i'm heading in the right direction. While walking I notice that the mall seems to look like one that is fairly local to my waking life house, but the scale is off. It had felt like I was walking for a while at this point, but I had made little progress. I approach a DC I see sitting in a chair, a younger man with dark glasses and a torn shirt and (what i assume to be) fake blood on his arm. He smiles as i walk up and i ask "I'm sorry. I'm looking for the film set but i seem to be lost. Do you mind showing me the way?" despite the mall being only a straight path, he seems to nod in understanding and agrees to escort me. [Note: I asked him to escort me because it seemed like the mall was growing before me as i walked. I was not sure i would ever reach my destination, where as if i was escorted by my subconscious in DC form it would be a lot more likely i would get to where i want to be.].

As we walk the air seems to grow warmer around me and takes on a smell like that of old leather. I'm unsure if this was random, or what my mind assumed the set would smell like, but it was a nice indicator that things were moving along in the dream. As the mall pathway curves I can begin to see various pieces of equipment, and random individuals who I assume to be the crew. I notice that I am now walking alone, and my escort is gone. This is ideal, as it might cause some commotion if I were to transform in front of him. I notice that off to my side is what appears to be a porta-potty which sticks out to me since it's literally right next to the restrooms. It appears to be vacant, though, so I step inside in order to get some privacy. Once inside I am assaulted by the smell of mint, which is not what I expected. It is also qutie dark in the porta potty, the light that is coming in through the slits in the roof seem to disspitate and give it a very dark look.  Cracking my fingers, I start getting in the mindset to control the dream - it's time to get this show on the road.

I'm normally not great at controlling the dream directly, so i prefer to use indirect methods. The method i usually use is giving myself a magic ring which i ask things of. ** I reach into my pocket and find the ring there [In dreams, expectation plays a large part. I always keep the ring in my pocket in dreams] and slip it onto my finger. Focusing on the image i recall from my WBTB attempt, I speak out loud to my ring "I wish to become Jessica Alba in the most recent photo i've seen". Every transformation is different, depending on the circumstances, so this one caught me off guard somewhat. I got this tingle all over my body that reminded me of a mint hair lotion that made my scalp tingle. I noticed it was centered around my buttox, and on my left shoulder. I grabbed my left shoulder and noticed my hand closed around it easier, as if it had reduced in size, but it under my shirt so I kinda ignored it in favor of observing other changes. I reached up to my head to run my hands through my hair, it didn't feel much longer, i was able to push it back a bit more than usual. The lack of mirror/light made it fairly hard to follow many of the subtle changes. After a few minutes i noticed my clothes were not changing, but i could not seem to change that. Despite my best attempts, my ring would not change my attire. I felt my knee ache a little bit so i adjusted my leg, and felt a tickle as the leg of my shorts rubbed against my inner knee, i realized i must have shrunk somewhat as before the pants were rubbing a fair bit above my knees. Getting tired of the cramped porta-potty i try to move around a bit to notice more changes. I stretch my arms above my head and take note my shirt does not get lifted as much, due to being larger on my frame. I also recall focusing on the fact that when i ran my hands down my body, my nipples became hard due to the stimulation and felt much larger than normal. I began to feel a sensation in my chest at this point that could be compared to someone harsly rubbing your skin. As this happened i felt the fabric from my shirt resting against my back become more taught. I tried to look down and see how large my breasts were, but the combination of low light and the pattern on the shirt made it hard to appreciate. I assume at this point i began shrinking at a faster pace because i felt the edge of my shorts tickling me, but at a lower spot each time, almost as if someone was pulling my pants down very slowly. I also noticed upon feeling my back that my butt was a bit deal larger. It pushed out the basketball shorts in a new way. I felt it up a bit, and noticed the dream de-stabilizing a bit again. Figuring it'd help if i changed locations, and i could deal with any DCs who reacted strangely, i made my way out of the porta-potty. Upon stepping out I took a moment to take in my body. I was indeed a fair bit shorter, and the v-neck gave me a fantastic view of some tanned breasts. I noticed my hair was also longer by this point, to the point where i could tuck it behind my ears though it didn't quite reach the bottom of my neck.

Setting out again for the movie set my morphs took on a different form and came in bursts. I had to stop walking now and then as i'd get very weak in the legs and get what felt like a body-wracking spasm that made me dizzy. When i'd recover i'd notice many new changes on my body. As time went on the pants and shirt became less and less comfortable. The pants were not hanging right, as well as the shirt becoming loose to the point where it hung off my shoulder - which becomes a real pain in the ass to adjust. I finally managed to make my way to the set, and by this point i assume all the changes were done, or close enough where i could pass off as her. I glanced down at my self to be sure, and everything seems to be in place. Despite being ready for it, it comes as a huge surprise to look down and see something totally different than normal. Having one body for 20 years imparts an image of self, so to look down and see a totally different skin tone and body shape is disconcerting, not to mention the light brown hair that fell into my eyes. Continuing on my way I have what i believe was a lapse in lucidity (this occurs randomly sometimes. It's not uncommon to lose lucidity and lapse into auto-pilot. it's a gamble whether you will regain lucidity) as my next memory of the dream is me standing near what i assume is trailer. It seemed like a very high-tech mobile home, and had solar pannels all over it. I begin to walk up the steps to the trailer door, still fairly focused on the different sensations of this body. My chest jiggles quite a bit, and everything from my gait while walking to my standing stance is different. I reach to knock on the front door and realize that the dream is not correct. My goal was to find her in her dressing room, not a trailer. I pull back my hand before i can knock and take my ring back out. I begin speaking my intent, fighting the urge to say random things and sing to see what it's like in her voice, i have my ring turn this trailer into a disguise for her dressing room. I reach for the handle again and pull open the door. Taking a pause to see if my ring worked, i glance inside and see what appears to be a old-style dressing room. The carpet is a deep purple plush, and various chairs are situated around the room.

To my left, i notice there's a old-fashioned make-up area (i'm blanking on the formal name for them) with a bunch of bright bulbs situated above the mirror, and various cosmetic tools strewn about on the dark wood counter. I see Jessica Alba standing in front of it, leaning towards the mirror and focusing on herself as she applies some eyeliner. Before i move forward i stare at my new thinner, tanned hands in order to make sure the dream is stable before i move forwards (sexual things can be rather harsh on dream stability, depending on what is going on). I call out to her saying "Hey there, sexy" and approach her. In anticipation of what is about to happen, i notice that my nipples become hard again, and i feel a slight warmth in my new loins. She turns to me and her eyes went wide, and said in a low voice "What... the hell is this". I laughed, noticing that my new voice did not suit my style of laugh very well, and said "You understand you are hot, I am sure. Have you ever wondered what it's like to lay with yourself?" Still in a state of disbelief, she continued to say "What the fuck is going on? Why do you look like me?" at this point i realized that her reaction would likely not change, as my subconscious had locked her into this thought pattern. I decided to take matters into my own hands. I reached out for her and grabbed her shoulders, and tried to push her back against the wall next to her. This ended up not being as easy as i would have thought, since we were now the same size and strength, but i had caught her off guard enough to where she fell backwards some. I immediately seized the moment and locked my lips against hers. I noticed that this felt different from my normal kissing as my lips were plumper, so i had a bit more to take into mind. She began to resist at first, pressing her hands against my chest to push me back, but my subconscious began going along with me and her hands began to grope my new sensitive breasts instead of resisting. Sensing that she was getitng into it, i press my body against hers. It was quite odd, to have our bodies match up so well. My crotch was rubbing perfectly against hers due to being the same height. She lets one hand drop from my breast and reaches it back to cup my now bigger butt. As we get into it my hands begin to explore all over her body, running through her hair, teasing her breasts, and nether regions. I don't recall when her clothes went away, but i am aware at this point that we are rubbing against each other totally nude. My mind begins to focus on the fact that my body felt so strange. The sensations of our equally-matched breasts rubbing against each other, my longer thin legs entwined with hers, even my lower back arching and how it displays my new buttox and chest well. Looking at her i am struck by the realization that the sexiness i see before me, the beautiful tanned sexy body i am making love to is also my own. Sadly, at this point the dream began to collapse somewhat. I think i began to become a bit too aroused, and it began to stimulate my real mind too much. I have a few fragments from after that. One of which is her asking me to do the movie for her, but despite it being a modern action movie i had to wear gladiator clothes. The other fragments i wrote down were not relevant to the dream.

I'm sorry if any parts of this were hard to read, or didn't flow well. I'm not used to writing out my dreams in this manner, so i'll work on detailing more in my journal so i can improve on anything that needs doing so.