Tales from the sun chaser.

Went to bed feeling down on myself...like really pitiful. Thought about past relationships, and what went wrong, what went right. Even friendships. Felt lonely....knew I was going to dream about one of my exes. Wondered why I had dreams of some of them, and not others. Realized it's because things actually went well and it seemed like they had a chance to last, or maybe just left unfinished....not destroyed.

The good news is, I didn't dream about any ex. The bad news is....I had a dream about the one that got away. There used to be so much sexual tension between me and this girl. We went to college together, and flirted with each other every chance we got. Always shared each others food...shit was intimate. The only problem was she wanted her freedom after being in a long marriage, and I'm still looking for that right one to settle down with. Anyways, on with the show.


I'm at my university, but things look weird. There are a ton of us in our scrubs and we're all heading to the next building. As I walk through the sea of women, I look around to see if I notice anyone. Eventually I see Su. We talk a bit, while the rest of who knows how many students flood into this building. After a little small talk I sort of realize that I don't belong with them, and head off.

I entered another building, where these people are wearing suits...it's all top secret in there, and some guy is bragging about how we're a special group or something. Some kind of security thing...I'm confused, because I'm in nursing....not security. I leave, and the parking lot is empty....it's very steep. I spent a while tumbling around the parking lot with nothing to do. A couple of people were watching me make a fool of myself, as I would lay down, and let gravity to the rest. I was also able to roll back up the hill. I probably should have gotten lucid on that, but I never think to RC when gravity is all jacked up.

Screw this....let's look for SU. I started walking, and I saw her walking towards me. We sat down on a bench, and I gave her that look I always give. That "if only you knew how many different things I want to do to and for you, and I dare you to say "what?" so I can tell you exactly one thing". She says "what"? I said "you already know, but your hair....it looks different. (Normally she keeps it in a pony tail, french braid, or leaves it down and wavy, but it's kinda messy with thick gray streaks, and it looks like she cut it)

It looks like someone's been pulling it. I ran my fingers up her neck, and sliding them slightly apart so they could closely run up the back of her head. Slowly i curled all my fingers except my thumb, and pulled back. She started moaning. I spent a second in my mind mentally congratulating the girl who taught me the best way to pull hair, and said "like this". She started rubbing all over my body, and the scene started shifting right before my damn eyes.

I'm in my room...lucid enough to know that this is going to turn out awful, but not enough to say "hey it's time to go out and do something other than attempt to have sex till I wake up". We both start getting naked...she's stroking cock...it's already ready to go. I placed it between her small but firm tits and started squeezing them. I noticed my damn door was open. Fuck it.....next thing you know, my damn father walks by, and lucidity fades.

She looks over, and she's got that "we gotta stop" look on my her face. I walked over to the door, trying to close it, but it took a while to shut it. I look back over there, and she's looking at me....sitting on the bed on her knees....ugh the frustration running through my head right now. It closes, but not good. I try to lock it. Fuck it looks like there's a shirt blocking the door. I slam the door on it, and part of it cracks. I crabbed my bicycle, and leaned it up against the door. Maybe that should hold it. I head back over there...my penis is looking jacked up...like really horrible. It resembles some long uncooked pastry.....fuck! The dream ended.


I'm playing golf with D and D...it takes me a million shots to get the ball in the hole....there was more, but I forgot it all.