Dreamscape The Conclusion
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When I woke up, that’s not right. I didn’t really wake up. When I first became aware of my surroundings, I was standing in space surrounded by billions of stars. Everywhere I looked there were stars and blackness. Something was wrong. I wasn’t sure what it was at first. Then I wished to see one of the stars a little more closely, suddenly I was there next to the star I had wished to be close to. I was surprised to find it wasn’t a star. It was, well, I didn’t know what to call it. It was a sphere of light, but when I got close I could see images. The images in the sphere were of a man and a woman walking hand in hand on a beach. It was a nice image, and I stayed watching until a rain storm chased them into a bungalow and they started having sex. This image felt private and I willed myself away to give them their private moment.
For the next, I don’t know how long, but let’s call it hours. For the next few hours I drifted from one globe to the next. Some I would watch clear through, others I chose to leave quickly. The ones I skipped past were not nice images. It slowly dawned on me what I was seeing. I think the image of the little girl having tea with a talking pony and dog that spoke in a weird British accent finally made everything click. I thought, “what a cute dream.” and it clicked. These globes of light were dreams. Some were good, some were bad but they were dreams. That was why some of them ended in the middle of the scene and others played out fully.
For days, I floated watching as people dreamed. I was very careful not to touch the dream spheres. I was more than a little afraid of what would happen if I touched one. I was tempted several times, but resisted the urge. When I saw children having nightmares, it was very hard not to help them. Something in me wanted to very badly. I soon found I had favorites, viewing the dream spheres of children, there was something so pure about them that it filled me with a strange type of energy.
I had been watching a boy play at being superman with the ability to fart magical laughing gas, when his dream sphere collapsed. It wasn’t the first time that happened. I figured when it happened the person woke up. I started using a few of my regulars to try to measure time. Mostly I used Carl. I wasn’t sure what he did in the real world, but here he mostly dreamed of teaching brilliant college students who all went on to achieve great things and thank him. I had learned if I sort of cataloged a dream sphere I knew when it returned. Jen was one of my favorites. She was the girl who helped me discover the dream spheres. She had a great imagination. Her dreams always put me in a good mood. There is something about a Chihuahua with a British accent that makes me smile.
Anyway, I was watching the farting superman and he disappeared. As I was traveling on to the next sphere a thought struck me. Where is my dream sphere? With that thought, I willed myself to it. I felt myself move but there was no sphere where I moved to. I was getting a little pissed about it. That was when I looked at the spheres around me, they weren’t like the spheres I saw most of the time. These weren’t bright, most of them were dimmer or had an odd glow to them, some were even dull grey. I suddenly didn’t want to find my sphere, not here with these.
I drifted close and checked on a few of the spheres. What I found was disturbing. Every dream sphere was slightly off in some way, and they felt wrong to me. Most of them seem to be nightmares of one fashion or another. I found a few that were fun to watch. I enjoyed seeing a big guy who played with a group of children, but his dreams changed frequently, like someone was channel surfing his dream sphere. When the channel surfing got irritating I drifted off. I was near one of the sickly grey spheres, so I screwed up my courage and took a peak. Turns out I had nothing to fear, because there was nothing in the sphere, it was just endless grey nothing, and that scared the crap out of me.
In my panic, I was backing away and totally freaked out. I backed into another sphere. Worse still, this was a sphere I had avoided. It was a nightmare, one second I’m panicked and backing away from a grey sphere, the next I’m backing away from a scene of horror. First my body screamed. I hurt all over for what felt like an eternity. I finally willed my body to stop hurting and to my surprise it did. In the joy of the pain ending I looked up at the scene before me.
A young woman was chained in some gynecologist’s twisted nightmare. Each of her limbs were chained to rests that had thousands or millions of thorns. Her torso was chained and puncture by the thorns as well. Her head was in some type of brace with a chain across her forehead and she was being raped by two demons. Something in me snapped and I was filed with rage like I had never been before. As I stepped forward that rage formed into a spear in my right hand, and with my next step, I threw that spear with all my might.
It flew straight to the demon at her head and drove through his back. As it sank into his back he turned to ash. The second demon was too busy to notice or just didn’t care. As I reached within striking distance I swung my arm around and a sword swung with it. The sword struck the demon in the back of the neck and his head popped off then it and the rest of him turned to ash. My steps had brought me close to the young woman and without thinking I swung the sword down at the chains on her left leg.
The sword changed into a large sledge hammer before it struck the chains. Two things happened when it struck. First the hammer and chains both shattered. Second both the young woman and I screamed. I fell to my knee clutching my head. It took me several seconds to will the pain away. When I finally pushed the pain away, I stood and approached the still screaming young woman. With barely a thought I summoned a sheet and draped it over her nude form, hoping it would provide her some comfort.
I stepped to her head and began to softly stroke her head and say soothing things. I truth I’m not sure what I said. I just know I was trying to comfort her. Her screaming stopped and became sobs. Then her sobs became sniffles. She never stopped crying completely. The tears that ran from her eyes and off her face slowed but never stopped. Time had no meaning here in the dream sphere. Everything seemed to take forever.
Over the endless time it took her to get over the sniffling and sobs, I learned her name was Sarah and she had been trapped here with those monsters forever. I told her my name was Patrick, but my friends called me Pat. I asked her to call me Pat as I wanted to be her friend. After she had her crying under a semblance of control I moved to look at the chains on her left arm. She told me to please be careful as her left leg hurt more than any other part of her. I realized she was still laying on those thorns. I tried to change the torture device several times, to no avail. Finally, I summoned a heavy mat and the two of us worked together to get it situated under her. It stretched from just under the edge of her butt cheek down her leg and past her foot. She said it helped ease some of the pain, but that leg still hurt more than the rest of her.
I knelt next to her arm and started trying to work on getting her loose. The chains had no lock. They where like a Gordian knot. They looped around and through themselves in a single continuous piece. I tried everything I could think of. I summoned a hack saw that didn’t even scratch the chain. The cutting torch didn’t even warm the link I used it on. With each failure, I got more frustrated and my efforts became more extreme. I was stepping back from just having put plastic explosive on the chain when I realized what I was doing. I had just put a bomb on a chain holding a defenseless teenaged girl. With a thought the explosives disappeared.
I rushed to her head and knelt crying at my failure. We made quite a pair the two us crying together. She finally said, “Pat it’s ok. Use the big hammer. I know it will hurt, but do it anyway.” So that is what we did. Well, there was the back forth of are you sure nonsense, but in the end, we used the hammer.
I summoned the hammer and swung with all my might. It hit the chain and nothing. It just bounced off. I tried again. Same result. Again, same result. Then something changed. I got mad. I was pissed Sarah didn’t deserve this. No one deserved what she had been put through, and I was going to set things right. I am Patrick Callahan and God himself won’t stop me. With that declaration, I swung the hammer down again, this time it worked just like it had the first time. Exactly like it had the first time in fact. Hammer and chains both shattered and Sarah and I both screamed.
It took longer for me to push the pain in my head away than it had the last time. Sarah was much quicker to get her screaming and her sobs under control. When I had the pain in my head pushed back enough to become aware of my surroundings, she was saying “Pat are you ok? Please be ok Pat.” She said it over and over again. I croaked out I was fine and pushed myself to her head. Then I stood and smiled down at her. I bent forward and kissed her on the forehead. As I stood up, I saw Sarah smile for the first time. Yes, she was still crying, but it was a real smile. That smile gave me strength.
I quickly remembered and summoned a second mat. I was able to work it under her shoulder some, but the chain over chest would not let me get very far under her torso. We rested and came up with a plan. It was simple and it worked. I explained to Sarah how I was pretty sure it was my anger or rage that had broken the chain. Well, it was my rage shaped in the form of a huge hammer, at least. She was worried about how much it hurt every time I broke one of the chains. I told her I didn’t care. I did care but the price was worth it to me to get her free. She told me the parts of her that were free had more pain than the parts still bound even with the mats to protect her from the thorns. I thought I knew why that was, but kept it to myself.
I won’t bore you with the full accounting. Just know every one of the chains we removed followed the same pattern. The chains at her hips and stomach were next and allowed me to get a mat to cover from just below her shoulders to the top of her right side. Then I took care of the chain across her upper chest. Followed by her right leg and arm. With each one it became harder to recover for both of us. Each time it felt like it took longer to push the pain away. We agreed to take a long break before I attacked the chain holding her head in the brace.
“Pat, I’m scared. What if you break this last chain and all that happens is they all come back again? What if I’m trapped somewhere even worse. Pat, what if...” Sarah asked through her sobs. She hadn’t been able to stop sobbing since I had freed her torso.
I cut off her ‘what if’ game with one of my own. “What if I break this chain and you finally wake from this nightmare and never have another one.” I asked her.
“What do you mean?” Sarah asked.
I told her about me floating around and about figuring out the dream spheres. I even told her how I had stumbled into her dream sphere while running from a sickly grey sphere. “Sarah, I think you might be in a coma or something.” I said gently. “I think these chains are what keeps you from waking up. I hope I’m right. Well, I mean, I hope if you are in a coma when I break this last chain you wake up. You’re a beautiful young woman and deserve to live your life, not be trapped in your own body, and no one deserves to be trapped in an endless nightmare.” I had been standing next to her head softly stroking her hair as I spoke.
“Pat, do you really think that?” she asked with her voice full of hope.
“I really do. I think they have been getting harder to brake because you are making them harder to break. It’s why we both are in so much pain with each one. For some reason your mind thinks you belong here and it is fighting us from freeing you. Sarah, you don’t belong here. You belong out in the real world, where you can do real things. With the people who love you, touching and holding you. Telling you how special you really are.” I rambled on for quite some time.
“Pat.” Sarah finally interrupted my rambling.
“Yea?” I asked.
“What will happen to you?” she asked.
“I’m sure I’ll go back to where I was before. I think I will at least.” I said unsure myself what would happen.
“Pat, I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. I don’t want to never see you again.” she said.
“When you sleep, you’ll dream. If I can I’ll come visit. If you want, that is. Most people wouldn’t want someone wondering or even peeking at their dreams. I understand if you don’t want me to.” I said. For the first time, I realized how invasive what I had been doing was.
“Pat, I don’t think I could bear it if I couldn’t ever see you again. Please promise me you will come visit me. I want to see you every night. Promise me please?” Sarah said.
“I promise you’ll see me again, if there is any way possible for me to do so and I promise if you ever don’t want me poking around in your dreams, I’ll stop.” I said.
“Thank you Pat.” She brought her hand up and found mine. It was the first time she had moved any of her limbs from the device on her own. She fumbled around until she was holding the back of my hand then directed it towards the last chain. She locked her eyes with mine as my fingers approached the link she said, “You’ll always be my hero. I love you Pat.” My fingers barely brushed the link and the chain and Sarah both disappeared.
I suddenly found I was back in the void between spheres. I looked around and saw all the damaged or sick dream spheres around me. I didn’t have the energy to face them and I suddenly wanted to see my little sister. That was when I remembered I had a little sister. The memories came flooding into my consciousness like a tidal wave. I willed myself to her dream sphere, but nothing happened. It was the same as when someone was awake, or at least I assumed they were awake with their sphere vanished.
I flipped through my catalog of spheres until I found one of the children I sometimes watched. Then I willed myself there. I spent some time watching children dream, bouncing from dream to dream letting their joy soothe and recharge my soul. My experience with Sarah had taken a lot out of me. It was her return that stopped my watching. I willed myself to her and looked to see what shape her dream sphere was in. The color of it had changed. It was much brighter and had a healthy glow and her current dream wasn’t a pleasant one.
I touched her sphere with my hand and was instantly pulled into it. I wasn’t sure if this was a memory or the beginning of her nightmare. Before me Sarah lay in a hospital bed and couldn’t move. People were rushing in and out and every one of them was asking questions and poking and prodding her. I thought enough, and to my surprise the scene froze. Well everyone but Sarah and I froze. When the noise and movement stopped, her eyes found me, but she still didn’t move. Her eyes looked happy and sad at the same time. I walked around people until I was right by her at the head of her hospital bed. I looked down at her laying there and frowned.
I motioned to the room around me and her laying there in the bed and said, “What is all this nonsense? Why are you dreaming of this? Dreams should be a happy place. A place to leave all your troubles and have fun. Enough gloom and doom! Change this right now.”
She just lay there looking at me like I was crazy. So, I clapped my hands and her bed rose up until she was more sitting than laying. Then I pointed to the nearest doctor and changed him into a dancing bear. Her eyes went wide as the bear danced and juggled a bunch of apples. Next I changed a mean looking nurse to a pixy. The pixy flew around the bear bopping him on the head with her little wand causing little sparks to fly out and singe his fur.
I looked back and could see the laughter in Sarah’s eyes. Still, she didn’t move. I began to change more things around us and spoke as I did. “Sarah this is your dream. I can change some things. Take this IV stand. Now it’s a tree with big pink and purple peaches. Hmm the pink ones look too much like someone’s butt. That’s better pink and neon green stripes. Let’s see what’s next. These walls. They just will not do.” I waved my arms and the walls disappeared. Then I clapped and the entire room was gone and I was standing in a field of blue grass with little wild flowers of every color of the rainbow. Sarah now lay in the grass, still in her hospital gown.
I sat next to her and pulled her head in my lap. I began stroking her hair and spoke in a soft and gentle tone. “I can change so many things here in your dream. Look up and see the starry sky. Now it’s a perfect afternoon sky with fluffy little clouds floating around. Remember this is your dream and the one thing I can’t change here is you. The last time I tried to change you it hurt so much. do you remember?”
She just lay there looking up at me as a small tear escaped her right eye. I caught it with my finger blew it off the end. It changed into dandelion fluffs and drifted away. “I wish you would stop being lazy. We could have so much fun. Please try. I know you can do it.” Still she didn’t move at all. “I can’t do this.” I said. I moved her near lifeless body off my lap and stood. Then I knelt down and kissed her forehead like I had before. “I love you and I want to spend time with you, but this is killing me. I promised to come see you and I did. I can’t stay though not when you won’t even talk to me.” I kissed her forehead again and let her see how sad I was. Then I stood and turned away and started walking.
I hoped walking away would cause her to break whatever it was that was holding her, it didn’t work. I just kept walking. I wasn’t getting very far though. I realized every time I left Sarah’s sight for more than a few seconds, I would suddenly be back where she could see me. It took me a while to realize what was happening. I even double checked to make sure I wasn’t doing it. I wasn’t, it had to be her.
When it happened again I turned and stomped over to where she was laying in the blue grass. “You think this is funny. Why keep pulling me back if you’re just going to lay there and make me feel sad. You won’t even talk to me. I’m leaving and I’m not sure if I’ll ever come back. Do you know how lonely I’ve been? You’re the only one I’ve ever talked to, the only sphere I have ever entered is yours. You are my only friend. And now you won’t even talk to me. Goodbye, I wish you only good things.” All but the last had been me yelling. The last part was barely louder than a whisper. I turned and waved my arm. A large set of double doors appeared and I started walking to them.
I was about three steps from the door when it happened. Sarah screamed! Saying that doesn’t even begin to describe what really happened. What really happened was the worst pain ever, became a sound and struck me and everything in the area with enough force that I staggered. Everything else ceased to exist. Well not everything just the hospital staff I had changed. As I staggered I was suddenly hit a second time. This time I was tackled by a teenager in a hospital gown. I fully admit it hurt.
“Pat. Don’t go. You can’t go. Pat please stay. You don’t know what it was like. It’s so scary. Please, please stay. Please Pat. I’m so sorry.” Sarah was saying at about a hundred miles a minute.
I was laying face down in the blue grass with Sarah holding on to my waist from behind like her life depended on it. “Sarah, could you maybe let me up. I promise I’ll not to try to leave if you do.” I said.
Suddenly her weight vanished and I was able to stand. I turned around to find her standing very close and watching me even closer. I guess she thought I might try to leave. I held my arms out and she took half a step and crashed into me a second time. This time I was ready for it and I didn’t budge a bit. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tight. She was crying against my chest and squeezing me for all she was worth.
I just stood there and let her cry for a few minutes. When she started to calm down I said, “Um Sarah? You know you’re still wearing only a hospital gown, right? Your butt keeps poking out. You might want to changed clothes.” It wasn’t true. Well, it might have been true. I hadn’t actually looked.
She pushed away from real hard and said, “You, you.” Then she stomped her foot, glared at me, and said “Men”
“Hey, I could have just kept quiet and enjoyed the show. I was trying to be a good guy.” I said.
She cocked her head to the side and gave me a measuring look as she weighed over my words. Then nodded. Then she did a little spin. On her second spin her gown changed and became a simple sun dress. She spun around twice more then stopped facing me and asked, “Better?”
“I don’t know about better, but at least your butt isn’t playing peekaboo. Watched a little Wonder Woman, I see.” I said.
She grinned and said, “I love Wonder Woman. I have everything with Wonder Woman. DVDs of the old TV show and cartoons. Comic books. I’ve probably had over a dozen Wonder Woman costumes. Pat, how old are you?”
Her question caught me totally off guard and I answered without thinking. “I’m twenty-three, why?” I said.
She sighed. Then she reached forward and grabbed my hand. I’m not sure how it happened, but we were soon walking side by side back towards the tree. A bench now sat under the tree, and we walked over and sat on it. “This isn’t my body. I mean my body doesn’t look like this. I’m not sure what my body looks like, but I know it isn’t like this. I heard one of the nurses say I was in a coma for seven years. Seven years Pat. That’s like forever. If that’s true then I’m like twenty-two.”
I took my hand from her and put it around her shoulders. I gently pulled her close. Her comment caught me off guard. The truth was I had no idea how old I was. I would have to find out somehow. I mentally slapped myself. I was being selfish. She need me to be her friend and I was being selfish. I said, “If you think about it, that’s kind of cool.” She half turned and looked at me like I was crazy. “Think about it. Seven years of birthday presents. Seven years of Christmas presents. You were fifteen or at least you think you were fifteen. Now you’re twenty-two. That means no waiting to get your license. No waiting until you can vote. You can legally drink or go to Vegas and gamble. That’s kind of cool, right?”
She grinned and said, “Yea I guess you’re right. It is cool.” She turned back looked out at the meadow. We sat there for a few minutes before she said, “I guess I missed junior and senior prom though. That kind of sucks. I...” she cut herself off and looked at me with panic in her eyes. “Something is pulling at me Pat. I don’t know how long I can hold it off.”
“Don’t fight it. It’s probably the doctors waking you up. I think I heard where some coma patients woke up but after they went to sleep they went back into their coma. Don’t worry. Just let it happen. If it’s your old nightmare I’ll be there faster than lightning.” I said. She gave me a worried little expression then vanished and I was back in the void.
I tried several times to will myself to her, but she wasn’t here. I was happy for her. I was sure this was a good thing. I started to run through my catalog, but stopped as I became aware of a new sphere. It was bright and had a healthy glow, unlike most of the ones around me. I felt like I knew this sphere. More importantly it was moving towards me, or I was moving towards it. I forced myself to stop before I entered it. I looked in and smiled at what I saw. My baby sister was sitting with me on a picnic blanket watching a firework display.
I couldn’t help it. I’m not sure I even tried. I reached out and touched the sphere and was drawn in. the me on the blanket vanished and Tally spilled over on her side. I started laughing. She turned and glared at me. “That wasn’t funny you jerk.” She said with a scowl. “How’d you do it anyway?”
I moved forward and scooped her up under her arms and spun her about. Then I pulled her in tight and hugged her. “I’ve missed you so much.” I said.
“Put me down you idiot. What do you mean you missed me? We’ve been together all day.” Tally said.
I noticed the scene had changed. It was still the park, but all the people had vanished. I let her go and then took her hand and walked to the blanket. I sat and she sat with me. “What day is today?” I asked.
“Duh. It’s the fourth of July. We came to watch the fireworks. It was your Idea, we used to come with mom. Why are you acting weird and what’s with the white uniform?” She said.
I leaned forward and kissed her on the brow thinking ‘Become aware, become aware.’. When I pulled back she was blinking and looking around. “Tally, you’re dreaming. This is your dream. But, I’m really here. I don’t know if I died or am in a coma or what but I’m really here in you dream.” I said.
She looked at me strangely. Then she tilted her head to the side and looked at me thoughtfully for a few seconds. “Ok, this is a dream. I can feel that’s true, but how do I know you’re really here and it’s not my imagination showing me what I really want?”
“Wow. Good question. But that is impossible for me to give you any answer that would prove I was here and not a figment of your imagination. I have a question for you though. Does it matter? I mean it matters to me, you wouldn’t believe how lonely I’ve been. Well, until recently that is, that’s another story. So, answer me. Does it matter?”
She sighed and said, “Not really. Not in the big picture. I mean if you are really here, that could be good and bad. If you’re just a projection of my mind, it just means I fell asleep thinking about you. No surprise there, I’m sitting in a chair next to you in the hospital.”
“I’m alive then?” I asked. I realized I was a little afraid of the answer.
“Yes, you’re alive and in a coma.” She looked at me strangely then said, “You really don’t know what happened do you?” I shook my head no. That caused her to sigh again. “Ok, I’m only going to say this once so listen closely. I hate having to tell people this, and having to tell you this, is somehow worse. You were in the army. Your base got attacked. The machine gunner was shot, and you ran out and took over shooting the machine gun. You stayed and kept shooting at the enemy, getting shot twice. Once in the hip and once in your left arm. The attackers started to run when the helicopters arrived. Then you got hit by a mortar, or a piece of one, that’s what they told me. The army even gave you a medal, pinned to your hospital gown right in the hospital. Then the next week they told me they were transferring you to a VA hospital across the country.
You were there in Oregon for about a year. Then they approached me and asked if I would let them try some new drugs and procedures on you. I went back and forth, but finally agreed. They did three procedures, basically brain surgery and some stem cells plus this new wonder drug. Only it wasn’t really a new wonder drug. Turns out it kills three of every seven people they give it to. They even knew that when they asked to give it to you and lied about it. A new employee found the documentation and stole the files and memos or emails. When she published everything on the web, people went nuts. They had been performing illegal tests on veterans. One of the memos called you guys living cadavers. The company did a big push to settle with everyone before the first court date. I did some checking and learned of this specialized hospital in California and what it would cost to move you there and pay for you be looked after properly.
Let me tell you this place isn’t cheap, big brother. When their lawyers came to me, I was ready. They offered me one point five million dollars to settle. I told them no. Then I told them it would cost them twenty million or I would bring the news reporters in and do a song and dance the night before they went to court. We finally agree on fifteen million and they put it in a trust fund I set up for you. If you ever wake up you’re a rich bastard. Your trust even bought you a house nearby. I live there and make sure it’s taken care of for you. I teach second grade at an elementary school a few blocks up the road.
Most nights, I come here and sit with you and grade papers while you just lay there. I even threatened to let the girls in my second-grade class, come practice putting makeup on you, if you didn’t wake up. You didn’t seem to care though. The girls had fun.” I frowned at her and she smiled. “I did really do it. But, I’ve threatened to a few times. One of your nurses think it’s funny. That’s about all there is to tell you. I’m sure I’m dreaming about this because your theta waves have been really high ever since we got here and the doctors are worried,” She said.
“So, how long have I been in a coma? A year?” I asked.
She looked at me like I was stupid. “You were injured over three years ago and we’ve been in California near San Bernardino for about six months. Why would you think it had only been a year? Hell, you were in Walter Reed for eight months and Oregon for a year before they even talked to me about the procedure. Why are you asking?”
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I awoke that morning with the vivid images exciting both my mind and my cock. I sat on the edge of the bed and replayed my dream in my head. The dream was so graphic; it was like watching a video on a high definition TV. I could feel my cock in its semi rigid state and the wetness as my pre-cum leaked onto my leg. I stood and moved into the bathroom to shave and shower. Ann lay asleep, unaware of the fantasy that had left me in this state. As I shaved I recalled more of the detail of the...
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Jimmy Once again, Amber had to catch Christine as she almost fell off the bed. The difference was that this time she was awake, or at least conscious, sort of — it was still a dream after all. She was also white as a sheet. "David?" She looked from me to Amber and back again. "But you said ... Oh my god! You're her master? You're Jimmy?" "Yes." "And you're sixteen?" "I'm afraid so." "Oh ... my ... God! This isn't happening. I'm dreaming! That's it; I must be...
I had just got up the next day and was making coffee when someone was beating on my door. It was Pete. I let him in and asked what he was doing over so early? He told me he needed to talk to me. He told me that I would never believe what happened. "Okay, Pete, what happened?" I asked. "I had a dream last night and you were in it," he said. "So, what's the big deal that you had a dream, and why the hell are you dreaming of me?" I laughed. "It's not like that, Ben. I never had a...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman’s biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of...
Last night I had the most erotic dream I've had in a long time. My wife and I had a threesome with a another man. Well, really it was more of a teenage boy and it was less of a threesome and more like her making love to the two of us. First separately and then together. He and I never interacted with each other, but for me at least, there was an undeniable thrill in being naked and hard with him as we shared her between us. As I said, he was very young - probably no more than 18 or 19 years...
InterracialDream One. ForeWord Dream: A series of pictures or events in the mind of a sleeping person. Oxford Dictionary. A dream is a type of mental activity that occurs during sleep. It usually consists of visual images that tell a story, although the sequence of dream events is usually mystifying. They may be influenced by internal physical factors such as hunger, thirst or indigestion. External factors may affect dreams too, such as an alarm clock can be transformed into a dream...
Oral SexI admit it. Sometimes, I'm an asshole. Actually, that's really not much of an admission, so let me try that again. I admit it. On more than one occasion, I have found that I can become the biggest asshole in existence. We had been in the process of deciding what we were going to do, now that we were all together in Washington, and I was explaining to Mary that I trusted Aimee's investigator, a Mr. Voder. I was quite taken aback when Mary asked me if I only trusted Mr. Voder because...
Dream Six. ForeWord Dream: A series of pictures or events in the mind of a sleeping person. Oxford Dictionary. A dream is a type of mental activity that occurs during sleep. It usually consists of visual images that tell a story, although the sequence of dream events is usually mystifying. They may be influenced by internal physical factors such as hunger, thirst or indigestion. External factors may affect dreams too, such as an alarm clock can be transformed into a dream telephone...
Dream Six. ForeWord Dream: A series of pictures or events in the mind of a sleeping person. Oxford Dictionary. A dream is a type of mental activity that occurs during sleep. It usually consists of visual images that tell a story, although the sequence of dream events is usually mystifying. They may be influenced by internal physical factors such as hunger, thirst or indigestion. External factors may affect dreams too, such as an alarm clock can be transformed into a dream telephone...
First Time"Dream Cream" By Louise My name is...err was Lou. A few months ago after work I decided to go to the city's newest gentlemen's club. They were promoting the nation's newest porn star, Kristi Peaks (56G-26-36) and one luck guy would have a free VIP "dream" dance with Kristi. I ordered my drink and made small talk with Danielle, one of the very buxom bar maids; she was something to dream about. The DJ made the announcement with all the hoopla expected: "Here is the one all you guys...
ForeWord Dream: A series of pictures or events in the mind of a sleeping person. Oxford Dictionary. A dream is a type of mental activity that occurs during sleep. It usually consists of visual images that tell a story, although the sequence of dream events is usually mystifying. They may be influenced by internal physical factors such as hunger, thirst or indigestion. External factors may affect dreams too, such as an alarm clock can be transformed into a dream telephone call and...
First TimeForeWord Dream: A series of pictures or events in the mind of a sleeping person. Oxford Dictionary. A dream is a type of mental activity that occurs during sleep. It usually consists of visual images that tell a story, although the sequence of dream events is usually mystifying. They may be influenced by internal physical factors such as hunger, thirst or indigestion. External factors may affect dreams too, such as an alarm clock can be transformed into a dream telephone call and...
First TimeSuggestive questions create a seductive quandary for mom by Oediplex 8==3~ αυστηρή γραμματικοί δεν υποχρεούνται να εφαρμόζουν * {be sure to look for the 'bonus boner' at the end!} THE QUESTIONS I'm Susan. My parents were hippies who lost their virginities to each other at a rock concert in college. I gave up my maidenhead to the guy who took me to my Senior Prom. (Grandma said it was tradition, for that's when she had sex first too.) My kid is now out of High School,...
She came to me very quietly, the bed moved as she moved across the end of the bed on her knees. Her long brunette hair swung seductively from side to side and as I lay with my head on the pillow I could see down her blouse. Her tits were perfect and swung side to side as she moved between my legs. She had to push my legs apart and I knew I was fully erect before her hand touched my bulge.She reached inside the leg of my briefs and pulled that hard fleshy shaft into view and she blew gently...
The next few days, Ethan barely missed any school days, when he as there, we were always together. Since that day at the cemetery, life seemed easier to bear, it felt like a weight was lifted from my shoulders. Since that same day, my nights were mostly dreamless, Ethan didn’t appear in my dreams as much. I still had that kickass attraction to him, but I didn’t know if he felt the same way. There were times when he always managed to find a way to touch me, brushing our hands in class, having...
I sit in the chair by the bedside, watching you as you sleep. Your breath, slow and even and your body only half covered by the sheet and comforter. I see your dark nipples as they rise and fall in time with your breathing, your round and firm behind the exotic sleeping gown you bought for yourself in Asia last year. The sleeping tablet you had taken doing what it was prescribed for. I love to watch you as you sleep, your full lips slightly parted, the long lashes on your eyes as they flutter...
EroticOn that day I went to the market and bought lots of flower so that I could decorate my bedroom. It was around 11pm I heard my room door open only to see my mother well dressed in red wedding saree with a glass of milk in her hand. I was shocked to see her that way. She is all dressed up and reminded me of a bride. Normally the newly-wed brides enter the room that way with a glass of milk. For a moment I thought it can’t be!!! I could not believe my eyes! As she entered she locked the bedroom...
IncestDream Girl By Roxy Nylons Kelly Vincent had a dream. Kelly's dream was to leave behind the humdrum world of her everyday, 9-to-5 existence and become a world-renowned Broadway actress. Ronald Horner, Kelly's longtime secret admirer, also had a dream. Ron's dream was also for Kelly to become a world- renowned stage performer, only not as an actress. Ever since the beautiful Kelly gently and innocently rejected Ron, several years ago, he has longed for revenge. Then, with no...
The Operation, Physically forced or blackmailed, Chemical or drug induced change. Dream girl CBA Preface I have read some exceptional stories on a couple sharing sites. Several of my favourites were written by She Devil, oh how I miss not seeing more from this author, it's like they wrote them just for me. The stories are so perfect. Anyway it's been years and years since anything new from them, and I'll likely never write at their level, but I'm going to see if I can't write...
There is something magical about wearing a dress. I don't know what it is but when I put one on it feels special. I wish I could find a woman who could appreciate the fact that I like feeling pretty and vulnerable and maybe I enjoy the one who needs to be protected. It's a fantasy, I know, but I can dream. Speaking of dreaming it's time for bed. I put on my nightie because I can. No-one has to know and it feels so nice. That night I have a strange dream. I feel like I run into...
Dream Girl by: Serenity The chit chat of foreign voices. The smell of harsh chemicals. The feeling of someones hands working on mine. Dreams are funny things. Unfocused, fleeting. Sometimes though, you have dream like mine was becoming. Almost too real, too exact. Too easy to believe. As the dream fills in, it is obvious I'm somewhere I don't belong. The bright fluorescents illuminate a nail salon like every other, filled with bright colors, mirrors, and row after row of tiny...
(Due to the large amount of copyright notices in this story, I have listed them in Author's Note's in order to not give away any details.) Dream Doll Story by Garath Xion Editing by Cedric Hasten "Can we go now?" James asked for the third time since entering the store. "Hold your damn horses alright? Geez, we're in a sex shop for crying out loud. You should be excited at the possibilities. What are you gay or something?" Ben shot back at him. James mentally sighed. He hated...
Here is a little story, You are free to archive this story at any no-fee website. Dream Girl By Rena So I've been given this gift. I have the ability to fulfill my own dreams. What do I mean? Everynight when I sleep my dreams are reality. Every touch, taste, sense, that I experience in dream world is just as real as going to work or eating breakfast. In my dreams I choose the plot and the natural laws. I have to formulate the rules before I go to bed and come up with an...
As the night drew near all I could see from my window in my bedroom was the ever-growing glow of the moon. I thought to myself wondering what is he doing? Or whom is he doing? And as I laughed to myself I thought “I don’t even know him and I can’t feel this for him my mind is playing tricks on me”. I thought back to the last time he was here and how we barely touched each other and I shook my head and said to myself I am not going to think of about him anymore I just need to sleep and dream. ...
ReluctanceNOTE #1: If you are offended by stories that lack crude, foul, or profane language, then this story is not for you. Likewise, if you are looking for descriptions of explicit sex or violent and aggressive behavior, you will have to look elsewhere. NOTE #2: This story is my property, but you may post it anywhere that makes it available to readers for free. If you do post it somewhere, please include all of it. And please let me know at: [email protected]. NOTE #3: All...
Chapter One She visited me again tonight. Like she had done before. I think she has been here at least 6 or 7 times, but never on two consecutive nights. She may have been here more often, but in the beginning I did not really notice her. She was just one in a long line of women, who visited my dreams. And like the others, I may not really have noticed her at all. When I woke up, all I could remember about them was: Did they have small tits or big tits, hairy pussy or shaved? They all had open...
Things were progressing as we moved into the most dangerous part of the game. Another couple died in an accident the second week of November. Two wasn't enough to establish even the semblance of a pattern, so for now we were still okay, but that wouldn't last. Eventually the numbers catch up, and they start to question the coincidence factor. For this reason, Jamie was targeting the most sadistic members of the group first – the ones like Essex who seemed to really get their kicks...
Normally, I am a science fiction writer. I mostly write about time travel. After experiencing this dream the other night, I had to write everything down. I’m still trying to figure out how to combine time travel and erotic fiction. Maybe someday I’ll figure it out. Please try to forgive the humor in the first part of the story. I add a little humor in my stories and it doesn’t change the outcome. ©2003 Sweeper43™ Productions ***** It all started on a Friday night. You see, I work two jobs and...
Allison Damn, sometimes I hate being right. And I know it drives Jimmy nuts. It was not even three months since Christine came into Jimmy's life – roughly ten weeks with him full time – and the change was complete, or seemed to be. Ten weeks ago, when she first found herself in the deep end of our little pool, she had been aghast at discovering that twenty-two year old 'David' was really sixteen year old Jimmy. She was so upset about it that she asked him to hide the knowledge from the...
Synopsis For those that can't quite remember part one, here's a brief synopsis and reminder of the main characters in the story. Michael: The poor guy that's been transformed into his own sexual fantasy. Tina: The woman that accidentally transformed him whilst trying to turn herself into Michael's dream girl. Michael saved Tina's life several months earlier. Mary: A friend of Tina's family. She was running the show and clearly has authority within the witches. Andrew:...
As if suddenly awaken from a dream he said. "I had a dream of you last night, now you are here just as in my dream. Let me tell you about my dream from the start, then perhaps you can make a move to defend yourself from the things that I'm very sure could happen here tonight. Last night in my dreams I sat in my music room listening to some records, as the first of the three records on the turntable were half way through I saw the signal light in the far corner blink twice, I rose and...
Note: This is how a dream can destroy. Some people think that dreams are suppressed wishes of the mind or a bridge to our emotions. The only thing I know is that this dreams destroyed my life. This dream is between me and my wife’s ‘play s****r’ (Wendy). My wife name is Vanessa. We have been married for awhile but Wendy is a single Mom. Her k**s are grown and on their own. Vanessa and Wendy had been best friends for many years but their was a heated race for a man when they were both single....
Note: This is how a dream can destroy.Some people think that dreams are suppressed wishes of the mind or a bridge to our emotions. The only thing I know is that this dreams destroyed my life. This dream is between me and my wife's 'play sister' (Wendy). My wife name is Vanessa. We have been married for awhile but Wendy is a single Mom. Her k**s are grown and on their own. Vanessa and Wendy had been best friends for many years but their was a heated race for a man when they were both single. Now...
That evening I drank two glasses of ouzo. Usually I drink only one but that evening I drank two. For once. And maybe that’s why I had a strange dream. Or maybe the cause was rooted in the green salad I stuffed myself. If so, then the nitrates definitely can do miracles. I was sleeping meekly and soundly when I saw a lovely girl. She had a long copper blond hair, pale blue eyes and body of a model. I continued sleeping nonchalantly, pretending not to be interested. She fluttered her eyelashes...
SupernaturalIntroduction Over the summer in 2010, I had a very vivid dream that I awoke from with a start, and almost immediately wrote down the details. It was a very transgendered dream, and I think I have only had a few before that I had any post sleep memory of. Anyway, not only did I write it down, but it has become the impetus for the beginning of a story of sorts. The first seven paragraphs of this story are basically the dream as I recalled it from only hours before, embellished...
Cuddled up with the girls, I was reminded of one of the major drawbacks to my gift: twenty-four hour days. We were all worn out, but where the girls got to arrange themselves for sleep, I still had some serious explaining to do. The first step was to bubble Rebecca so that it would still be safe when we were through. This posed a unique problem since I wanted to be honest with Rebecca, and for her to understand what had happened. The problem was that neither of us wanted her to remember the...
ForeWord Dream: A series of pictures or events in the mind of a sleeping person. Oxford Dictionary. A dream is a type of mental activity that occurs during sleep. It usually consists of visual images that tell a story, although the sequence of dream events is usually mystifying. They may be influenced by internal physical factors such as hunger, thirst or indigestion. External factors may affect dreams too, such as an alarm clock can be transformed into a dream telephone call and...
Straight SexWater rushes in to meet her toes, wiggling things in the sand, petite and pretty. A wistful sigh escapes her as she turns her eyes to the horizon and wonders once more where he might be? What he might be doing? Her Dreamer. Does he think of her like she does him, she wonders. Does the night caress him with the softest brush of its lips, the darkness creep over his skin all shadows and longing and prickle his flesh with a kiss? She smiles as she closes her eyes and turns her face into the...
Dream Come True By Tawney W. In my dreams I can feel my soft smooth skin as I drench my long legs and slender arms with moisturizer. My long blonde hair has grown well past my shoulders with a natural wave, framing my face with a feminine caress. I search through my dresser drawer for the perfect lingerie. There they are! My pink lace bra and matching pink lace panties. I slip my bra over my slight shoulders and clasp it in the back. I slide my panties on over my slim...
I screamed at the top of my lungs, I sat up looking around. “Thank god it was just a dream.” I mumbled to myself. I sat there for a good while thinking of the dream I just had, it was the same one I had been having for nearly a week. I was standing on a cliff somewhere hot and dry, a desert I think, I looked around and saw a couple of men trying to force a woman to have sex with them. I hated men that did those kind of things. I ran over and knocked them away, I swooped her up in my arms and...
IncestYou ever have one of those dreams, when you're right between waking and sleeping, and you can't tell if it's real or fantasy? Something like that happened to me the other night and, believe me, it was a dream cum true.I'd fallen asleep on the couch, watching television the other evening, some movie I can't even remember. I don't know how long I slept but, suddenly, I thought I was having a very vivid dream of getting my rock-hard cock sucked deep and slow.While I was watching television, I'd...
The night was cold, but Andrea slept soundly, warm between the sheets of her bed. Her head rested gently on a small pillow and her eyelids fluttered with the motions of sleep and dreams. It was the first decent sleep she’d had since she got home from Christmas break with her friends in the Peak District, and her body was reaping the benefits of rest. The five of them- Andrea, Marcie, Sarah, Philip and Logan- had gone hiking almost every day and partied almost every night. God knows she needed...
Straight SexDream. Dream. Dream.At 28 years old, Abby (short for Abbigail) was happy. At 30 years old, Jason was happy too.Abby, was a loving wife of 5 years, having known Jason for nearly 8 years. They were totally in love from the first moment they saw each other.Not just a normal Husband & Wife, they were Master and Slave. They were made for each other.Abby was a looker, no doubt about that. 5ft 3 tall, slim body she had worked hard to keep in shape, nice blonde hair just past shoulder length and light...
These old feelings I have guarded for years have returned again. I find myself thinking of my student Vardhini, whom I teasingly call Bardhini in a sexual way. I know I am a better man than to think of her this way. She is so beautiful and so sexy with right nose pierced. I guess I will always wish we could have a sexual relationship. At the same time I want to be a respected law teacher for her life. In all these years, the closest I came to crossing the line as a law teacher was years ago....
"Jeremy..." "Jeremy..." The voice, smooth as silk, slipped into his ear, and slid right down into his brain, drawing him out of sleep. "Wha?" Jeremy yawned, and sat up in bed. Blearily, he cast a glance around his darknened bedroom. No... not his bedroom. It was a teenager's room, cast-off clothing strewn about everywhere, posters of bikini chicks on every wall, and a pile of undone homework sitting on the desk. It all looked vaguely familiar, like his old room back...
I once had a dream when i was younger where i was in bed with an older woman where i worked.Unfortunately just as it was possibly going to get interesting i woke up.That day i was sitting minding my own business when the woman in my dream came and sat beside me.I couldn't help but smile and had to try and stifle it.She asked what was funny.I told her nothing but she wouldn't believe me.Eventually she forced me to tell her."I had a dream last night and you were in that dream"."Oh yes",She...
Dream Two. ForeWord Dream: A series of pictures or events in the mind of a sleeping person. Oxford Dictionary. Dream Two. Part One. This dream I had really began in odd flashes without coherence until one night it coalesced into a full erotic dream. It appeared that I had a sister, one year older than myself and we both lived in the same flat. Ever since we were young kids, we would often see each other’s naked body so it wasn’t at all unusual for us to move about the flat in a...
First TimeThat evening I drank two glasses of ouzo. Usually I drink only one but that evening I drank two. For once. And maybe that's why I had a strange dream. Or maybe the cause was rooted in the green salad I stuffed myself. If so, then the nitrates definitely can do miracles. I was sleeping meekly and soundly when I saw a lovely girl. She had a long copperblond hair, pale blue eyes and body of a model. I continued sleeping nonchalantly, pretending not to be interested. She fluttered her eyelashes...
Dream Weaver 1, The Well (c) 2002, Deanna Lea Life in the seventh grade was a living Hell. The girls wanted to know how I had such "cute" eyelashes and the boys thought I was a girl because I had started growing little girl boobs. Junior High School is tough enough for most kids, you don't know where you fit in. Are you still in grade school or have you graduated almost to high school. And for many this is where puberty begins its torturous journey. In my case it was...
October 31, 2018 – 3:00am CST – New Orleans, Louisiana Dr. Sean Mallory slowly moved his cursor up to the little apple icon in the far left top corner of his massive twenty-seven inch Thunderbolt display. He clicked on it and then hovered over the words ‘shut down’. He paused briefly, and then, with an audible sigh, he confirmed his choice. The computer slowly began to shut down all open programs. The screen went grey, and then black, and the fan that had been cooling his hard drive came to a...
Dreamscape 2 By Diana Kimberly Heche Part 2: Arnie and Janet One of the things I learned quickly was that Lucy Maya wore glasses. I sat on the couch surrounded by books and articles of every ilk - everything from witchcraft to little known aspects and traditions of major religions. I had been this way for days, sitting and reading almost continuously. After a few days of holding papers near the tip of my nose, it dawned on me that perhaps I should search for a pair of...