One morning last year I sat up in bed to discover a tiny, nude little man scampering through my sheets. After snatching him up and using him to give myself the greatest hand job in history, I kept my little toy for weeks and had endless fun playing with, him teasing him, and introducing him to the wonders of my giant body.

These journal entries chronicle my discovery of lucid dreaming, and how it made every last one of my macro fantasies come true.