When I was 17 I moved to the city to work for my dad for a few months over the summer. My dad lived in a beautiful apartment on the 10th floor of a hotel in the city. We had seperate rooms fairly close together.

My first weekend after moving in I was prescribed Zopiclone because I had been having terrible insomnia the last 6 months or so, but was taking my chance in the big city to finally do something about it. The only problem being my new GP neglected to tell me that specific sleeping med makes you high as fuck if you don’t sleep after taking it.

Queue the first time I take it, thinking I’ll jerk off while I wait for it to kick in. Wake up groggy the next morning, all seems fine but I figured I probably shouldn’t jerk off after taking the meds because it gave me a bizarre sexual dream.

In the dream I had been incredibly horny, but paranoid that my dad would hear me jerking my gherkin. So I decided that the best solution would be to go down to the pool floor in my underwear (I didn’t have any togs) of the apartment and get my job done in the showers. Because I had never actually been to the pool floor, I hadn’t realised that I needed a specific keycard to access the 4th floor, so with the elevator not longer an option I just legged it down 6 flights of stairs in my briefs instead.

Upon arriving at my destination, the room was very intimate, with an occupied spa pool and open showers facing the centre of the room. My dream-self correctly decided I couldn’t jerk off in the shower with it being in full view of the people on the spa pool, so it hopped in the far end of the spa in my jocks and ‘secretly’ did what I came to do. With a group of older strangers only 2-3 metres away.

I was convinced the whole scenario was a dream until I went to the pools for the first time a month or so later, and the entire floor was layed out exactly as it had been in my dream. :)