I've never manifested anyone into my dreams to have sex with. But when I havent had sex in awhile and I have a lucid dream, upon lucidity I will immediatley grab whoever is nearest, and take them to the bed room. They come with me and comply with no struggle--their almost like zombies. But when I wake I regret my primality taking over and wish I had flown (which is funner) instead. Whats with the people who can be manipulated so easily, I mean I guess I'm lucid so I have control...
On a humorous note...The post "A tip for Flying..." mentions my dream with Redford, one amusing thing was after I realized I was dreaming, I took him to the bedroom and found his member was too small and limp to do anything with...so I made it bigger with my hands!! It was hilarious!

Funny to see this subject- happened to me last night. Is it okay if I post here? I;d love to hear any comments...
I don;lt have much sex not because of anythign noble like you, just ebcause I am married lol. Seriously though, I don't want it much consciously when I am awake lately but it seems in my dreams I am desperate for it.
Here is what happened last night:
I had a dream last night I feel compelled to share for some reason.
I only slept for about 3 hours last night (I worked an over night shift for my work at home job). This is the dream I had....
Meeting Pan- The Horned God

I am to work as a personal assistant for a older rich woman who is either married to or a lover of Keanu Reeves or somebody that looks and talks very much like him. He says he talks the way he does because he is actually from Cambodia and that is his accent. I am to go with them to their home. The place we are in reminds me of a ghost town. A desert landscape, complete with tumbleweeds. I try to walk alongside either one of them but neither even looks at me and they are both walking fast. I keep getting split from them by various obstacles including a chair in the middle of the desert. Finally I walk behind them- keep losing them but catch up again. There is a man in the house when we get there. Now I think this must be her true husband. He is crazy. He does origami. He keeps saying over and over that anything can be made of out of paper.
Now I am staying in the house because I am an actress and working on a movie, a romatic comedy, with several other actors. I am interested in the lead man, one of my co-stars. I go to the third floor of this huge house and start playing arcade games and he shows up there with me. He kisses me but I know in my heart he is not really interested. This is just part of the movie or else I am forcing this to happen somehow. After all why would he be interested in me? He is a movie star and I am nothing. Suddenly, we are both very old and we say something like, "Well it has been wonderful picking each other apart all these years. All the nagging, all the arguing, truly wonderful." I think this is hilarious at the time and a truly perfect ending to the movie. I think it is a brilliant lesson about love. I tell myself I will write it down upon waking. It will make such a great screenplay .
I am back to being servant girl to elderly rich woman and crazy oragami man and some others- a famous beautiful daughter I think. But I am restless and I am feeling desperate for love. I venture out of the house. The landscape is still a desert one only now it looks like an old time bazar. Tents, horses, wagons. I want to make a connection with someone. I want sex. (this is unlike me)I realize nobody is talking. Everyone is communicating telepathically including me. I am looking at everyone in the eye trying to make a connection. I am unaware at this time that I am 30, a wife, and a mother. I think I am someone else entirely. I see a boy I went to school with- junior high. He was popular. He sees me and asks me to "hang out" later. I say yes out of desperation but keep searching for someone else. I am in a tent with a birthday cake in it. A girl I used to be friends with comes over and tells me that the boy cannot make it for our date because he is spending time with her because it is her birthday. I say I do not care but am wounded somehow. Looking at the birthday cake on the table, I spot a girlfriend across the tent. She asks me telpathically if this boy in question ever was mean to me. I say no but then think back...maybe? (he wasn't though) She says things like that still bother her as well.
Everyone is dressed gothic style- beautiful blood reds and blacks. I am still prowling for sex. I am being to invasive. Trying to make a connection through eyecontact, telepathy, anything. Everyone is put off by me.
I go to the rooftop of the house I am working in. I am looking down on everyone. Oragami man was right. Anything can be made out of paper. I make a horn and keep blowing it. I am trying to get attention. I am a mess and pieces of shredded paper keep going up my nose as I do this. A girl looks up and says somethng like "I'm sorry" or "you'll be okay" She pities me. I realize I am like a crazy homeless person. But I no longer care. I also feel enlightened. Much the same as when I did acid in my early 20's.
A horsedrawn wagon with a man in it. Beautiful. Wild black hair, curly in an afro. Reddish Brown eyes that resemble a goat's eyes. And two horns. it is Pan??
He joins me on the rooftop. Finally, I feel accepted, respected. I had to go through all of this to get to him. He tells me things and I understand though I cannot remember them now. We are cuddling.
I tell him I have to leave soon. Abbie (my daughter which I now remember) will be up soon. He looks surprised "hahahahaha I know I am dreaming" I sing like a child. He is teacher I am student. (unlike me again but maybe i am longing for it)
"Yes impressive" he says.
I ask him something else and he says nothing. I realize I am formulating his response. "you are only me!" I say, disappointed, heartbroken.
I begin to awaken. I am paranoid for some rason that I will sleep through my daughter waking up (though this has never happened before) but I fall back to sleep again.
I am there again with him and we kiss. I then ask him "what the deal is" with the horns. Just to make sure he is not some sort of demon. I feel silly asking but would feel sillier if I hadn't asked. He seems too good- so I am assuming there must be something bad to him.
"Can't you think beyond time and space?" he asks me.
He kisses me again and runs a finger down my spine. I realize he is touching my physical body (in my dream I think this) instead of my dream one. I know I am sweaty and wearing a maxi pad (which I am not really but in my dream I think I am) and I feel embarrassed.
I force myself awake.
I know the whole dream seems to be about my feelings of being inadequate and not respected. Almost seems to follow a time line of my life. Starting with never being heard or paid attention to and feeling like something is wrong with me. To then starting on a path to enlightenment but the ego getting in way so I am looking down on everyone and thus no longer truly enlightened at all.
I am lower than everyone in my dream and nobody likes me. The desert feels good to me, not bad at all. I like the landscape very much. Origami guy- Anything can be made of paper? Making something out of nothing? Or is that me pushing my thoughts and ideas on everyone around me and putting everyone off? I am assuming Keanu Reeves is just pure brain vomit but I had at one time looked into adopting a child from Cambodia. My "co-star" in the movie I am now sure must be my husband who is obsessed with arcade games. The ending lines of the movie probably to teach me to stop the arguing and bitterness maybe. But I do not feel taken seriously by him as of late. And I do not believe I am loved or lovable any longer... I am undertaking a new business venture and he is uninterested. Is it a movie because we are putting on a facade?
The next part reminds me of school days- only worse. Seems I have no friends at all. I feel like I do not fit in. I am pushing myself on everyone. I am invading everyone's mind. I am different. There is somethng wrong with me. I did feel this way in my childhood. Everyone was the same and I was different. If anyone was nice to me or my friend I thought it was because they felt pity for me (the girl who spoke to me on the rooftop).
I am on the rooftop looking down on everyone so it reminds me again of when I first started exploring my spirituality and my ego got in the way. Am I still this way? Again I am hoping not but am open to the possibility. I loved the gothic clothing and makeup everyone was wearing and this is a "scene" I was somewhat into as a teen and young adult. But maybe I am thinking they are dead and I am alive?
The horn is simple- Pan the horned god and his horn. And goats I love goats. I am a Capricorn. And I just am so connected to goats. Everytime I see one I want to hug it, take it home. I do perscribe to a Pagan religion but also subscribe to Buddhist views as well- life itself is a dream, an illusion. But it scares me to think my idenity is an Illusion- that everyone is all One. I want to be "real" I want my loved ones to be "real" too. Was raised Catholic thus the demon worry probably. And that ol' christian guilt. I don't know. It was one of those dreams that felt so real and very important.

Hi everyone i'm new here and usually wouldn't post so quick but this is such a great topic.

Prior to reading this post i had thought what would happen if i could practice tantra in a lucid dream state and do the upward draw. I'm working on being lucid but still fall asleep like a baby. When i read this post and hear that many here are quite adept in lucid dreaming i was like WOW! I would definitely be doing some dual cultivation if i were lucid enough. Have anyone tried any tantra in their lucid state?

Sometimes i have sex dreams and when i wake up i have scratches on me and i told my friend about this and he says its because i lite chocolate candles and chocolate scents bring sex dreams and he said that its the sex goddess that comes when that candle is burning. I dont know it sounds pretty weird but has anyone ever been hurt and brought it back to reality?

I became lucid one night and decided I wanted to go on a freelance fucking frenzy. Every girl I floated to was eager to let me do whatever I wanted. In fact I had some girls somewhat refuse. At these moments I channelled my energy and telepathically told these girls that this is my dream, this is my world and theres nothing I can't do. After a moment of concentration the girls would give in to an amazing orgasmic adventure. I was even able to materialize girls I currently had sexual interests in. good luck and dream on..

If the people in your dream are not people you know then this is an internal dream, aspects of you. Embrace it.

Also, the Ego creates manifestations of our shadow figures in our dreams. We all have the feminine and masculine qualities that make us human beings. Some lean more to one direction than the other. Would you say you are more in touch with your feminine or masculine side? For me, I am in touch with my feminine side more, especially after studying my dreams for a very long time. I have dispelled my masculine shadow figures a great deal and now see Goddesses and positive feminine figures in my dreams, rather than Tony Soprano. (I had many gangster dreams in the past.)

In life, I believe, the closest we get to the "Godly Experience" (short of mediation and other spiritual endeavors) in a physical sense, is making love and orgasm. Being in that moment when nothing else in the world exists. When can we say that we are absolutely in the moment with zero distraction? For me it is love making. That is why, again, in my option, sex is such a powerful part of our psyche.

I have to relate this method to see if anyone else has done it or so other people can try it:

I was having a lucid dream, looking for someone to have sex with (yeah that seems to happen a lot lol) and no one was around accept this liitle boy--prolly six or sevenish. I'm not a pedophile, so I tried to see if I could alter his body into a mans. I can usually change things if I wave my hands over them and concentrate really hard. Nothing was happening to the boy's body, so I decided to ask HIM to concentrate on growing his body., while I did the same. AND IT WORKED!!!! We BOTH changed his body into a mans....it was really freaken cool!!
So if your having problems altering your realm, ask for help...cause you might just get it.
Which leads back to the question...are these people in your dreams just figments of your mind, or are they their own entity? And also if you can ask people to help you change things can you ask inanimate objects?
I related before how my dream people were rather zombie-like and compliant, but after reading some of the responses on this thread, it kind of opened my mind to see that maybe my dream realm could contain people that could resist me, and in another lucid sex dream someone did, and since then I've had beings that seem like their either sentient or from another plane...not contained in my dream or mind. But I've been afraid of them because I can SENSE them differently...at least some of them.
Wow. Mind expansion rocks!

I've had lucid dreams where I was having sex with friends and some of them were so vivid/realistic that they felt like the real thing!