Sex Slaves - Part II

Sex Slaves - Part II

 I woke up briefly from the last dream, but went back into another dream quite similar.  Jordan Supon and I are a couple, although he didn't appear in this dream.  Laura Hubbard, one my best friends, is in the dream with me instead.  We are roommates, and just like my last dream, we were living in a small dumpy apartment.  It was considered in the upper side of the crackhead neighborhood.  It was all that we could afford.  Somehow, I was involved in the sex trade industry.  (I must be watching too much MSNBC on this!).  It's not like the normal sex trade where guy or girl purchases a delicate newly blossomed flower, or at the least one that is not wilted.  It's where one sex trade company exchanges with another sex trade company, and their ripe "soldiers" are technically forced to have sexual encounters with each other.  The idea is to insult the community, leave a mark that these companies were all powerful, and use these sex slaves as a game of profit and respect.  Each member had to perform to their best and get judged by the opposite company, merely by what each sex slave says about the other.  It could be your life if you didn't perform well.  I don't know why I was involved, but I can only assume it was because of my earlier dream.  I remember not wanting to be involved, and feeling disgusted for it - but I was still a complete novice, and was at this point too hungry for money to care.
While Laura and I were at home, Laura doing her toenails on the couch and I was in the bathroom getting ready for something, a big man barges into our apartment startling the both of us.  "You are up.  Let's go," the man calls out.  He must be one of the guards or summoners for the company.
"What is this?"  Laura demands.
I didn't even get out of the bathroom before I heard shuffling around. The guard grabs her unknowingly that she wasn't me.  "You're coming with me.  Don't you try and fight this . . . you all do and never win."
"Wait!"  I shout across the room as I see Laura dragging her feet unwilling to leave the house.  "I'm the one being summoned, not her."
"Summoned?  What are you talking about?" Laura asks inquisitively.  I gesture to her to be quiet.  She has a heart of a lion and I love her for it, but this was not the time to be tough.
"I don't know what game you girls are playing," the guy says, "but now you both are coming with me.  I don't know who I need and I'm not bringing the wrong person because one of you wanted to help out a poor friend.  You're both coming!"  With a swift move this guy was able to hold us both in each one of his arms.  Laura was kicking and screaming.  Of course I didn't want to go, but I knew what I was up against and the possible consequences that I didn't even put up a fight.  It was like they broke me because I knew that wasn't normally my attitude toward things.
Next thing I knew we were at this house.  It was a quaint Mediterranean-style house with a a tropical garden to relax in.  A lady enters with cigarette in hand.  It was none other than Lyla (from my previous dream!).  The woman I was both envious over because of her being highly respected in our community, and despised because she was very good at manipulating almost anyone to do things they normally wouldn't.  "Got two for the price of one?  Nice."  She looks Laura up and down sizing her up.  "I'm sure we can break her in and find someone for her."
"Fuck you!"  Laura yelps, the guard holds her back by her arms from getting at Lyla.  The guard chuckles with admiration for Laura's gumption.
Lyla chuckles back, but for her own disturbed reasons.  "Ah, we have a wild one.  I know just the right person for you."  There was a pause, and then she says, "Wildcat."  The nickname she gave Laura.  Laura takes a large swallow, nervous what Lyla meant, but kept her head high.  Lyla walks out of the room, soon followed by the guard after he locks the door for no escape.
Laura and I stand in the middle of the room, bodies hunched over like inferior children who are awaiting to be told what to do next.  "What's going on, Angela?  Am I . . . are you . . . are you a prosti--", Laura asks, but doesn't finish her sentence before I abruptly answer with a 'no'.  But she doesn't let up.  "Because of you I'm going to be raped, ain't I?"  I couldn't answer her.  Laura's bottom lip quivers.  I felt ashamed.
Minutes pass and we both were now seated on a love seat together looking out the window.  I was daydreaming thinking how could I be doing this again and awaiting the inevitable.  I assumed Laura was thinking how much she hates me for indirectly putting her in this situation.
Laura broke the silence.  "I can do this!"  Wiping away tears.  "I can.  I can do this.  It's like anybody else, right?"
I could only stare at her as if it was okay for her to imagine it that way . . . whatever makes her more comfortable.  I certainly understood.  Laura, in my dream, had a reputation for being promiscuous, so she wanted to imagine it's like any other time she was having casual sex and not feel as used as this night will prove.  Her coping mechanism is the same as mine.  I could sympathize how she felt in that moment as I remembered how I had to use that same coping skill the very first time I needed to, and it's quite scary not knowing whether it will work or not, and if so, how long will she be able to cope?
It starts to become dusk out before we were graced by Lyla's appearance again.  "You, in that room, " Lyla tells Laura and points to the room at the end of the short hallway.  Laura walks hesitantly towards that room.  I watch her walk towards that room.  I'm feeling terrible about it, and just once I want her to see my face so she'd know.  But she never looks back.  "You're guy will be in there in a minute."  Lyla looks at me now.  "Welcome back, " smiling with a small lip curl and a tooth showing.  "You're man is already in your room.  This is your room."  She gestures her arm to the first room to the right.
I enter the room.  I'm only partly in.  Door still open.  Hall light shines through the room.  Darkness.  All I could see were silhouettes of shapes, and some of the corners of the walls.  Laura had the bigger room, which was next to mine.  The only reason I knew this was when we were coming up to the house I saw the sliding glass door from that room, which leads to the garden - and only large rooms have that!  Mine was small in comparison when I could see the walls under the dark shadows.

All I could think is this man is in here somewhere as my heart races with fear and, paradoxically, with excitement.  All I could think of is that Laura has no idea that the person that she's going to have sex with is going to do whatever he can to win this game of sex, and likely in the most ruthless way.
These guys in the trade were bred to do such, otherwise they were considered worthless and put to death.  The women on the other hand were treated fairer because they wanted the women to be delicate and sensual by nature, and overall be rated by their counterpart as such, as well as rated for how good they felt from within.  If a women didn't get rated well, they didn't get paid, and likely wouldn't be chosen much at all to participate, furthering her to poorer conditions.  Laura knew none of this!  She just thought it was sex to please a man, maybe put on a little show for him and be done.  Oh, now how I wish I could explain to her that it wasn't so, but she was gone behind close doors and walls.
I turn my head back and saw Lyla slowly closing my room door.  For a brief second I saw a man walking past Lyla towards the room Laura is in.  That's got to be him!  And boy, did he look like an old brute!  It looks like he came straight from the Viking Ages, old but ready to fight, or so it seems.  Lyla shuts the door.
The window in front of me was boarded up.  I can see a little moonlight shine through the few open spaces, but that's it.  I don't say anything.  I didn't want to grab attention to myself.  But I knew eventually him and I would have to feel around the room for something to lean against for comfort, and it might be each other.
I'm facing to the left side of the room when I feel an arm grace my right side waist.  Nothing said.  He then intentionally graces the left side of my waist with his other arm, firmly grabbing his hand across my backside to bring me closer to him.  This is it!  It's about to happen.  I have to expect the worst, as I should!
I put my hands out to know the body of my evening suitor.  My hands straight out in front me lay flat against his abdomen - he was taller than me and shirtless!  I knew he had pants on and wasn't completely naked because on my way to lifting up my hands to feel for him, one of my hands hit his belt buckle.  From just the touch of his abdomen I could tell he was generally fit.  He lowers his head down to the crease of my neck and starts to breathe gently inches away from my skin.  It gave me a surprising rush and goosebumps raised all over my body.  He lifts his left hand to my neck and with one passionate move of his finger, my shirt strap lies dangling down my arm - he begins to kiss my neck softly and slowly.  This is not what I was expecting at all!  Wasn't he suppose to ravage me, or else?
It was hard for me to admit since I have a fiance, but it felt really good to feel this man's touch.  Perhaps it was because it's been a long time that my body was explored like that, or perhaps it is the taboo nature of the unknown thrill, or maybe because since most senses are limited in the dark, my other ones were heightened.
I maneuvered my hands upward against his chest and then down his arms.  I hear a low groan escape his mouth as he lifts his head away from my neck.  My hands were pulsating with heated pleasure.  I felt excitement between my legs that I normally wouldn't want to happen in a situation like this, but it was different with this unnamed and no-faced man.  I wasn't feeling pleasure because I was being pleased, but because I was pleasuring a man!  That's got to mean something, I tell myself.
He finds my face with one hand and leans in with a kiss.  His tongue gently caresses mine and the outer parts of my lips.  I suckle on his bottom lip and we mutually separate to ponder in awe.
"Wow," I say out loud.  He reciprocates with a "nice".  I continue as I trace the silhouette outlining his head, "I don't know about you, but I hope it's the same for you, but that felt beyond amazing.  Nothing I've ever felt before!"  My biggest question to myself is if I should follow that feeling.
"It was definitely amazing.  That's got to mean we have some sort of connection," he says.  That's all I had to hear was that it meant something to him, to validate my own thinking as I thought the same.  As soon as I heard him say that, I kissed him again . . . deeper.  He grabs one of my legs and brings it to rest on his hip.  We both stand together, closer physically and emotionally connected.  Now all I could think about over and over again while in the darkness with him is that I hope he is good looking because everything else, like his kisses and hands, were good to me already.
We fumble together a short distance to the foot of the bed.  Kissing each other's faces as if lovers meeting together again after years of separation.  Kissing and fondling each body part because we yearned to feel apart of something good again - sex and love like it's suppose to be.  I felt around for his belt and undid it.  He pulls it quickly from the loops of his pants, and I start to unbutton them.  I didn't get far before he stops me by grabbing me close again.  He squeezes my ass and pulls my pelvis against his.  I wrap my arms around his neck and we both simultaneously did what was innate to us - he lifts me up by my ass and I help by jumping up to wrap my legs around his torso.  His pants drop unprovoked, and this excites him further as I feel his penis against one of my butt cheeks.
Things were heating up and we continue to huff and puff quietly between kisses.  Suddenly a light knock on the door, and it was Lyla.  "I don't hear anything in there.  You know you can't leave until I do."  At this point I didn't want to leave.  I'll stay as quiet as I have to to enjoy this moment that will soon pass me by and may never get back.  It was the best thing in a long time.  We giggle softly, child-like, at Lyla's comment because she didn't know that I was actually with a man who wanted to take his time, care for my well-being and didn't follow their rules.

I feel him slip one of his hands further under my skirt and his finger reaches my clitoris.  He lightly rubs, but not to excite me too much.  We fall over together side-by-side on the bed.  I was feeling wild and free.  So free, I didn't have much to lose for what I was going to say next to him.  "I need to see your face!  Who is this man that makes me feel so good?"  I couldn't see, but I know he smirked.
I scoot up to the head of the bed and he's over me reaching toward the boarded up window.  He grabs a board, holds tight and grunts as he pulls.  One frees, and light by the moon casts a blue-white hue inside the room.  Just enough, like a candlelight from across the room.  He gets down from the window and crawls back down onto me.  Impatient I was waiting for him to look at me.  I see him blink and he turns to look down at me.  His eyes were beautiful!  He was beautiful!  I was no prize in comparison to him.  Now I see in that dim light what I needed to see, and it all matched up perfectly!  I was on cloud nine.  "Oh my God, you are so gorgeous," I tell him.  It had to make his day.  He smiles large - his plump lips I couldn't stop staring at knowing I was just kissing them.  We look at one another in the eyes and we just knew we had a spark there.
"It's so weird but so cool at the same time that we had to meet this way, don't know each other, and already have this strong connection," he says eyes wide open.
"Yeah", I agree.  But then reality hit that I have a fiance, and worse, that we are going to be judged by our performance from our bosses.  "We can't . . . well, you can't do it this way.  They want to hear you hurt me."  My face grows long.  He rubs my face in comfort.
"I won't do that to you.  I can't.  I don't care what they say.  We can always pretend until they think otherwise."  This Chris Hemsworth (think the movie Thor) or Alexander Skarsgard (HBOs show True Blood) lookalike was right.  How would they know?

Alexander Skarsgard

Chris Hemsworth

"Well, let's do this thing!  Definitely not going to say no to you," I chuckle and pull off my skirt and underwear with one good tug.
He lifts up my tank to massage one of my breasts while kissing the other one, gently nibbling on my nipple arousing it higher.  He pulls his boxer briefs down and off and rests his body atop of mine again.  Our breathing becomes heavy with excitement ready to enjoy the moment.  I pray it will be enjoyable rather than a job, to which I was use to in this business.  I feel his cock against my pubic bone.  It throbs up and down and feels real nice.  I just want him inside me.  He thrives on the anticipation.  He rocks his hips back and forth, his cock first massaging my pubic bone, then further down against my clit, then between my vagina lips where it rests.
"Oh yes!"  I quiver.  I feel my wetness engulf his penis, and I hear the wetness smack every time he moves against my lady lips.  I cling onto his shoulders guiding myself closer to his manhood.  With impeccable timing, I lift my bottom up for him, and he rocks just enough for his cock to plunge inside of me.  The warmth was pleasant.  He strokes his cock inside of me slowly and gently, he doesn't even go deep . . . yet.  Three strokes in and my toes were already beginning to curl.  He was feeling his hair stand on ends like little tiny prickles.  "Are you kidding me," I ask referring to how good it was already feeling.  He laughs.  We couldn't stop looking into each others eyes.  We were locked on.
As I was getting more into it, I hear muffling noises in the next room.  Laura!  My mind was taken away from the pleasure.  "Yes.  Mmm . . . mmm . . . yes, yes yes!  Oh . . . oh . . . uh huh, yeah . . .," Laura was moaning in the next room.  Him and I smile contently knowing everything is okay with my friend in the next room and continue to make love.  Seconds later though, Laura's sounds of pleasure turns into squealing and blood-curdling screams.  We stop dead in our tracks.  I was worried, but what was I to do about it now, I thought?  Sex doesn't always come easily in this type of industry, at least not in the way I was receiving it tonight.  I was being a little selfish at the moment soaking up what I was getting that it was hard to shift away from it, especially after years of waiting for something like that.
I tried to get back into the sex I was having after the screaming had stopped, but the guy I was with wasn't focused on it.  Still with is penis inside me, he asks, "Aren't you wanting to check on your friend?"
"I want to, but we are technically doing the same thing as her and that other dude are.  What does she expect me to do?  As far as she knows I'm going through the same shit and can't help her.  So, please, let's just enjoy this moment."
He gets off of me, puts on his boxer briefs.  He is not upset, but tells me I ought to console her.  He also says he'll be right there waiting when I get back, but we both know as pawns of the slave world, we are there one minute and not the next, and our words have no guarantees as they are not our own.
I exit the room and go into Laura's.  The lights were on in that room.  The guy who was with her wasn't there.  When the silence came through the walls, that must have been the time that he left.  I didn't see her in the room.  I look out from the sliding glass door and see her in the garden sitting in a low part of a tree, wrapped in a robe facing the other way all curled up.  I walk up to her and she was not budging.  I gave her the time she needed.  Finally, she turns around, relaxes her legs and sips on coffee (apparently it was morning now).  "He fucked me!"  Laura pouts.  "I thought I knew what that meant before now, but I didn't."  She trembles with fear and anger.  "He fucked me five times!  Five times back to back.  He hurt me five times!" 

She bursts into tears and I knew why.  She cries because I let her down.  I let her down by moving in with her with this dark secret.  I let her down by not fighting for her that she wasn't apart of the sex trade.  I let her down by not telling her sooner what I was apart of.  I let her down by not telling her what to expect out of the sexual encounter and how it was a game.  I let her down that I didn't heed to her scream and thought of my pleasure over that.  Even if she didn't know most of this, I did, and felt guilty for it as she cries lonely on that tree.         

The Lovely Vampire

The dream I had last night was very alluring, passionate, taboo, bizarre and fantasy-based.


I must have just gotten married or something huge because I remember looking down at my ring finger and seeing a vintage round-stone ring.  Not a ring I'd normally be drawn to, but it looks great on my finger.  The place I was at was very different - almost like what you'd see in a movie.  It was dim-lit (obviously indoors), marble-tiled floor, and there was satin white curtains hanging decoratively throughout every few feet on the sides guiding the walking area.  I remember looking to my left down this large pathway of these sheet-like curtains (although the living space was much larger) and saw at the very end a throne.  I walk towards it and meet my beloved.  I think it was Jordan Supon (my boyfriend), or at least in my mind I tried to believe it was him, but the person didn't quite seem like him.  He says now that I'm with him, I'm the most powerful woman around.  He also added, "nothing can stop you."  I knew what he meant - we were rulers and together we have authority over others.  But the dark twist was it was ruling the underworld of vampires.



Jordan was the king of all vampires, but I was only human with no extravagant powers.  Much of the vampires didn't desire that a mortal took the throne and was considered "powerful" when they knew by sheer force they were 10 times stronger than me.  They view it as illogical, and a strategy that undermines their abilities.  But, on the other hand, other vampires careless who was on the throne because they also blended with and communicated with humans, so it was much of anyone's guess that human or vampire would rule when co-existing together.

The dream somehow changed scenery and my motives were rather ruthless and selfish to an extent, but all-in-all for a good cause.  Being married to a hierarchy vampire and wearing his ring did give me some type of power other than just the namely authoritative status.  No vampire knew that I had powers.  I had more energy, therefore giving me the strength to do tasks that I normally couldn't do in a day.  It was something needed to rule over so many and that is what our bond provided to sustain. 

When I got to this place that was an outside shopping area with a courtyard (that in real life was my old high school), I realize that many vampires were plotting against me.  I don't know how I knew, maybe by reading their minds or simply just the way they glared at me as they passed me by.  I had to think of something fast to protect myself.  I knew things no other vampire knew, except Jordan and another well-loved and admired vampire by the name of Eric Northman (the same character in an HBO vampire series called "True Blood").  Eric is the bachelor vampire that every vampress wanted and vied for his attention anyway and anywhere they could.  Even though I was married I wanted his attention too, but not for the same reason as everybody else.  My reason was to get power from him.

Many vampires and humans alike were in the square.  In the crowd you couldn't tell vampire among humans were vampires . . . this is how we co-existed, it just made it easier to pretend everyone was alike.  The only way you can tell a vampire is truly a vampire is either when they are angry because they display it like a wild cat or when you are extremely close to them and you're drawn (sometimes) unintentionally by their tantalizing magnetism.  Anyway, I see Eric in front of me just a few yards away with a few ladies hanging around, and one interracial black and white woman as his "main squeeze".  He's chatting all of them up, and as he was, he gave me a side glance for my approach.  As he did, the ladies slowly turn their heads and give me the stare of treachery; their faces frowning in utter jealousy.  Eric's main squeeze acting similar, she bares her fangs to warn me she possesses him.  Funny what women would think as another woman approaches, even if it's not my intent to steal him away.  But if they want it, they shall have it!  I close in on Eric, the four women vampress surround us - three of the pons sitting, and his partner standing nearby.  Eric knew why I was there, but the egomaniac inside him wants to make sure not to give up what I want from him so easily, and he was going to make damn sure he's going to enjoy what he can before he does. 

I didn't care at whatever cost - my eyes were on the goal of why I was there, and that goal will better protect me - vampires didn't like me much anyway, so I didn't care what they'd think of my actions - and right now I'd really like to straighten out those bitches for thinking I wanted their man when I didn't and now they'll get what they were thinking.  Eric pushes his main squeeze away as I leaned in, like she was nothing to him . . . basically how he is with anyone, so I didn't really understand why people liked him.  She was trying to hold her composure so the people in the square wouldn't notice they are among vampires.  She muttered something obviously upset and Eric lifts up his hand and closed his index and middle finger with the thumb gesturing her to shut up.  He gives his attention back to me, lifts up my chin and gives me a steamy side smile that he does so well in "True Blood".  He says softly, "are you ready?"  I respond with a nod.

Eric starts passionately kissing me, slowly where I can feel every inch of his tongue inside my mouth.  I loosen up, let go of my inhibitions and human morality of being married so I can get through this moment because technically it isn't cheating when Jordan knew how this would go.  I slip my tongue back into his mouth and now that we are in sync, the kiss becomes deeper, heavier and stronger.  Our bodies connect as if we've known each other intimately before.  I feel him use his spellbound charm on me, but I didn't mind, it was actually quite nice that all my senses were heightened more than I could ever imagine as a human being, or even being with another human.  He lifts one of my legs up and holds me close clutching my back as my leg rests on his inner arm.

I see his main squeeze starting to get emotionally out of control and she jumps up on a cement seat on all fours, cocks her body back like a pissed off cat, her afro I notice, and her eyes were glowing fierce.  Her fangs sinking into her bottom lip making it bleed.  I hear screaming people around leaving the area.  Just what I wanted!  I wanted the world of vampires to see that I do contain power and not to test me.  Eric tries to calm her down to tell her why I was there and that he had to do what he had to do, but she wouldn't listen and lunged at me.  I was quick and was able to jump sideways on the wall to land behind her, and had enough power to do some defensive karate moves.  She takes off with the other vampresses, and just as she was leaving she says she'll come looking for me again and it won't be pretty - she left at a high rate of speed, like the gift that most vampires have.

I turn back to Eric, "we need to finish this and finish it now!"  We run up to each other, he helps pick me up to wrap my legs around him.  My heart racing with desire shared with the unknown to come.  It was dangerous, yet a necessity.  It is a fiery connection, that also played on my mind.  Eric wants me like no other, so it was an even trade.  His excitement not only erected his penis, but extracted his long fangs.  We are still kissing and I feel his fangs as I stick my tongue in his mouth between them.  This will only work if he's excited, with all his will intact . . . almost there.  Our bodies in motion, no sex involved.  We are turning slightly off the ground, our minds now controlling our actions.  He gives me one last look, bends me back like we finished dancing.  Leans in ever so softly . . . stops . . . then aggressively bites into my neck.  Like an aggressive man inserting his cock inside me to give me full pleasure, his mouth so succulent against my slippery bloody skin.  I was aroused.  I was not afraid to become this creature in the night - I lived it when I wasn't it.  My thoughts of my past consumes my mind and crosses with what I could see in the future.  This must be what comes with switching over from human to vampire.  My senses becoming wildly heightened and almost too sensitive.  He unlatches from my neck, I'm no longer human, but not completely morphed.  Eric saves some of my blood in his mouth.  "This will complete the process," I rave.  I go in for a kiss and take a gulp of my blood as a half-bred vamp.  This was necessary for me to become a hybrid - not only one of the most powerful, but with my rank and Jordan's ring, I am now truly the most powerful.  I was priding myself in it, but remembered why it was important to become this, and that is to protect myself - I had to turn.  Eric's blood was thousands of years old and was made from one of the original vampires, so with what I had in my bond with Jordan and combine it with Eric's kiss and swallowing my human blood as I was already turning makes a hybrid concoction, not easily come by to just any vampire. 

I don't say anything to Eric, but I nod to say thank you and raced to hide what I am, and will detain it unless provoked by someone whom wants to kill me.  I go to a video store to go about my day, but I sense a few vampires approaching that have detected my scent and they wanted me dead.  I hide behind a window curtain like a coward.  I have new found gifts I have yet to recognize or know how to use.  The vampires barge into the store.  There was popcorn being served and movies playing in parts of the room.  There was at least a dozen vampires both male and female alike.  Some asked people if they've seen me - nobody has.  A couple men from that group passed the curtain and was dumbfounded that they couldn't locate me and my scent ended there.  I stayed put for awhile, but they refuse to leave.  They were hungry for my blood to be excavated from my body, as much as I thirsted for their blood.  I thirsted for vampire blood?  That was new to me and can be lethal in itself.  But I was a newborn hybrid and had not one drop yet.  I started to crave it uncontrollably, but fought the urge by biting my arm, watching it heal, and bit it again.  Soon Eric appears knowing I was there (guess it was our forever connection).  His main squeeze was with that group that was there too.  She asked him what was up, but knew already why he was there by just looking at him.  She announces to all the vampires in the store to bite him and they will become hybrids.  They fiend for it . . . to become anything better, and Eric tried to tell them it didn't work that way.  His main squeeze flew at him and bit him in the neck, and starts laughing hysterically.  As soon as she was done a biker man vampire latches onto him as well, and others were right behind him.  I couldn't see him go down like this, and besides this was my fight.  I pulled the drape away and yell out, "here I am, ain't I the one you want?"  I charged at the man that is on Eric, and leap on his back like a wild beast attacking its prey.  I use both my feet and my hands to throw the man across the room.  Suddenly all our attention turns to Eric's main squeeze and the guy who also bit into Eric as they suddenly explode.  "I told you it doesn't work this way, " Eric yelps to those around.  But the quarrel they had with me didn't end there.  I was fast and I was manic.  They made me grow angry at there plot against me that I went around the room, tearing flesh and bone away from each and every one of them like it was hardly a challenge.  It was exhilarating to me to feel such energy coursing through my veins.  It was Eric's curse that he is bound to desire me for the remainder of his years since he tasted me, while I lay with my husband to rule over the underworld. 

Sisterly Love

A memorable short dream:

My sister, Sandy Thomas and I are the same age as we are now.  We are together but I have no idea where.  The only thing I can determine is that we are outside and we are sitting together.  At one point I'm braiding her hair, and I become aroused.  I'm so happy that I couldn't help but let out a chuckle.  I tell her that I love her to remind her that I do even if we haven't seen or spoken to each other in awhile (which is true).  We lay down and we are facing the same way and I'm behind her.  I grab onto her tight and give her a big hug.  She puts one of her hands on my arm as to accept the hug.  What I noticed up to this point in my dream is that sometimes I'd switch from one character to the other's point-of-view . . . kind of like I was one person playing both characters.  Sandy (that's my sis!) gave me a look like she was curious what I was so happy about and put on a huge smile because I was happy, so she was happy for me.  I let go of her, stood, and backed up to tell her the big news.  She got the notion and stood up too, awaiting my surprise.  I told her Jordan and I are pregnant and having a baby!  I was grinning excitedly, but my sister's demeanor had changed; she frowned and backed up further.  In my head I knew her response would be this way.  Should I ever get the break to expect differently?  No.
She took a minute to collect her thoughts and said in an undermining tone, "you are pregnant!?  Oh, Ang! You can't even take care of yourself, how are you going to raise a child?"
I cowardly answer back, "I don't know . . . I haven't thought that far yet."
"Oh my God, Angela!  You?  Really?"
I proceed to interrupt her, "Regardless, I'm happy, and you should genuinely be happy for me.  Jordan and I are responsible people, and it will all work out fine.  I need you most Sandy to be supportive and to hope for a healthy pregnancy.  This is going to happen whether or not you like it, but it would make me happy you can accept it, and be the aunt to this unborn child."

. . . and that was the end of my dream.  A little weird dreaming about pregnancy.  That was a scare, ha ha!

LSD

1/25/2013

This particular dream I had last night will be hard to write out as a story.  There are many scenes to which I don't know how I got there and also the scenes are quick.  The dream completely revolves around Tod Mowery.  Somehow, he's a person I dream of often besides my family.

I don't know how the story began, but the background is similar to Tod's real life - in the dream he is married and has an important career along with a big social status.  We were both in my old room that I had at my parents.  He's laying on his side by the closet, what I'm guessing snacking on food and either playing with gadgets or doing work.  I'm on the floor sitting with my back against my bed only a couple of feet away.  He's flirting, then withdrawals, flirts, then withdrawals.  I flirt back.  Although I can't remember it verbatim, I know we were.  We both knew it was a fun and exciting game to play, but it was also a dangerous one too.  Our bond was as strong as our friendship use to be - kind and unashamed of having a relationship unconditionally.  Certain aspects of the dream presented itself as a feeling rather than with symbolic objects.  It was like him and I both knew we could neither deny or show our closeness because it will be observed by others as "wrong", although love has many faces and can be shared by many . . . love can be for only one, or for all.  I remember Tod wearing business attire - collard shirt with a tie, which dressed up his jeans nicely.  This part is where the dream started breaking up a bit.  The old bedroom of mine we were in was not my old room anymore, but an office to a building we were in.  The room was still the same, but we were many floors up.  It is what I believe to be the building he works at.  Some business executives come into the room - talking in some inaudible language about business matters.  I remember both of our goal was to get away from all the hustle and bustle escaping the responsibilities of life - just for a day.  I decide to feed him a cherry-coated Halls cough suppressant that really was LSD.  He knew this and wanted to take it.  As for me, I didn't want to.  But after a few minutes he easily persuades me . . . anything to spend time with him . . . anything for him to want more . . . so I fed myself it too.  We waited for it to kick in, and as we waited, we ran hand-in-hand down the hallway toward the end of the building, escaping any known people.  We were on cloud 9 laughing like young school children again running from parents about to punish us.  We get inside an elevator and there happens to be a businessman inside.  My LSD trip was starting to kick in, and I started to see trails of the bald-headed businessman.  I tried to hold in my laughter, but all it did is make me look crazy.  As the guy arrived at his floor, he walked out staring at me and I felt self-conscience of it.  We reach the ground floor, get into a convertible car and start driving.  I remember seeing the long, windy two-laned road.  It was fall and it was somewhere similar to the countryside, like Tennessee or Kentucky, with hills on each side of the road.  I remember we both were tripping and I could feel my senses on overload.  I felt the cool, crisp air in my hair, and sighed a big relief.  (For the record, I have never done LSD).

Strange Sexual Creatures

1/13/2013

My dream started out by being on a screened-in porch.  My parents (well, my father's house now, Leslie Thomas) to be exact, but in the dream it was my porch.  I was on the porch with Jordan Supon who was standing with me holding me from behind, along with the gazillion cats my father would normally have.  From about 20 feet away, I see a bobcat come from behind the brush on the left.  I grab Jordan's attention excited, "Look!  Do you see that?"  The bobcat was rather small and easily became skittish and ran off.  A few minutes later while we enjoyed the outdoors and wildlife, another bobcat came around the same corner.  I actually had to take a double-take because it was a large bobcat and wasn't sure it was.  It was very majestic and glided through the grass crossing the entire length of the yard.  I observed the motions in the shoulders and the stride in its legs - how muscular and strong it was.  Just before disappearing around the corner of the next house, the bobcat turned his head . . . looked squared at me, and we locked eyes like a mystery to solve behind those eyes of the big cat.  Then, he looked at the cats on the porch like yummy pork chops and I yelped, "They are not food!"  And he turns and struts away.  Jordan after that was not in the picture and I don't know why.  I had to get to that bobcat.  Was he in the front yard now?  I went through the house to get to the front, which seemed like hours and apparently my dream thought so too!  I went outside and I don't see it.  For some reason I had a strong desire to communicate with this bobcat, as I felt there was something off about how he looked back at me - not like a normal animal would do.  At this point my dream jumped a little and I was inside a neighbors house.  The neighbor's house was white and the decor was art deco.  I walked in through the foyer and in the back by the patio I see a man against the white walls between a lower family room and a kitchen.  He was moving his body seductively like some sort of dance.  Very artistic like, similar between a ballerina mixed with a stripper.  Suddenly, as I was in awe trying to figure out what he was doing, a 40-something woman appears behind me.  Her hair was brown and big with lots of hairspray.  It reminded me of the 1980s style - not that attractive.  But her body proved otherwise in a latex suit with a zipper in the front.  The zipper was undone and rested just between her breast, making a V-shape.  It definitely made many guess that laid eyes on her what her endowments were.  She knew I was there for a reason, but she changed subjects while handing me a drink.  "Would you like to stay and watch?"  Watch what?  What was she asking?  The only thing after seeing a half-naked man dancing exotically and her dressed provocatively, was that she wanted me to watch them have sex.  Instead of what any decent person would do and just ask what I'd be watching, I took a leap and said, "sure!"  Low and behold it wasn't sex between them that she wanted me to watch; it was her body painting him.  His body lay ever so delicately on a large canvas - natural art - what a marvelous idea!  As I approached to watch, I see distinct tattoos on this 6 foot hansom man.  The tattoos were like leopard print from his shoulder blades down to his lower back.  I remember thinking that it's strange that I just saw a bobcat, and now see this exotic man with wildcat prints - a symbolic meaning, perhaps, or something more?  "Is that . . . that tattoos?"  I ask him.  He looked at me as he was posing on the floor, on all fours ironically, as if he knew me, "What do you think?"  He questions back charmingly.  The woman broke our contact.  "Please sit . . . better yet, lay with him."  I was drawn to this man, like I was the bobcat, so I didn't hesitate to do so.  His eyes yellow-brown like amber, just like how the bobcat stared at me, but this man had a side grin I couldn't ignore.  I also couldn't ignore why I was so drawn to him.  Was I curious if he was either man or beast?  Or if this man is the beast?  Or was I attracted to his masculinity and charm that I cannot be in denial of whether he was man or beast?  The woman left the room.  I sit first on the floor next to him, then slowly like a woman who was in a predicament that couldn't leave, I lay down and he crawls over me.  He speaks but I don't know what.  He looks again into my eyes, like he's hungry with rage, and his cock thrusting against my clitoris through our clothes certainly told me he was hungry for something.  I was quiet.  It didn't feel right, yet I liked it.  Some few minutes passed, and my virtues come back to me - I wasn't under his spell, and I told him, "We can't do this!  You're not completely human, are you?  And . . . your wife, you have a wonderful wife that's in the other room."  She appears around the corner; I fumble back onto the sofa.  "Awe, stay for a few, meet our daughter who'll be here in a minute," she tells me.  She is now in a nice satin robe lighting up a cigarette.  I turn to the man, "You have a daughter?"  His daughter walks in.  She is not a kid.  "How old is she?" I question.  He replies, "Twenty-three."  All I can think is that he must have had her young or he holds his age well.  She walks in, down the foyer, kisses her mom and dad on the cheek.  Her mom leaves the room again, and her daughter suddenly turns vixen and jumps on her father's lap and starts kissing him passionately and deeply like in a romantic relationship.  "What the fuck!?"  I said out loud, "is this normal between creatures like you?"  She stops kissing him, twirls her gum on her finger and answers, "You mean this?"  Pointing to him and her.  "No, no.  He is not my father.  Mom just likes to call him that.  She doesn't want anyone else near him - she wants him all to herself."  "Well, shouldn't she - he's her husband?"  I question.  The girl laughs.  "They are not married!  Like I said, she doesn't want anyone else to have him, so she tells people they are together, especially to other women.  She hasn't even had him, so why should she keep him to herself - he adores me."  Then she kisses him again.  He touches my leg, by hinting to me to join in.  I was done playing this degenerate game - I didn't even know what was the truth anymore, so I ran outside.  It was pouring down rain and I began to walk the opposite direction of my house.  I went inside Jimmy Campbell's and his girlfriend Janet's house to look for them.  They look like they were having a gathering.  I finally found them and sat across from them and began chatting . . .

Country Cooking and I'm the Meal!

1/12/2013

My family and I went on a trip out of town.  It was set back in time when I was younger.  My mother, Dorothy Thomas, was still alive - both her and my father looked younger and so was my sister and I.  I would say I was probably in my teens because in some parts of my dream I'm testing out my sexuality by dressing more like an adult, and walking with a confidence about myself as others looked.  We went to this restaurant that had a feel to it like everyone knew one another and we were intruding aliens.  All eyes on us like we were in the twilight zone.  A lot of the restaurant was made out of wood including the decor.  A lot of farm-like decor - checkered table cloths, steer head gear to carry things, etc.  We were seated in the back - the restaurant floor plan was longer than wide.  From the beginning I felt uncomfortable there - I got a negative vibe.  The dream jumps, but I'm in the restaurant in the very back, like the employee lounge.  I'm with none of my family and I don't know where they are.  The employee lounge is also a gift shop and while I pretend to want to shop in front of two female cashier employees, who were eerily watching me, I tried to think of a plan to get out.  I see dozens of kittens around who were so cute, but they were also emancipated like no one cared for them, that I felt an urge to save them.  I asked if they were up for grabs and the girls said yes.  So I gathered the kittens up, with no help from anyone, having trouble keeping them together.  Then an old hillbilly woman comes stomping in taking them from me and threw them all in an open space in the back which was fenced in.  The old woman grabbed my arm and pulled me back there too and I asked what happened to my family.  She only replied, "We only wanted you!"  We only wanted you?  What for, I questioned myself?  The two girls, which by now I gathered were sisters came out to the back seconds later.  In a corner away from me, and far away I can only hear mumbling, were the girls talking with the old woman.  They were family.  And yet again I get that cold erie stare from all three.  It was starting to feel like the family from the movie the "Chainsaw Massacre".  The old woman left and the girls acted like they really wanted to help me escape.  They brought their car around and helped me get the cats in the car, whether by potato bag or crates, we wanted them to not get away and get into harm.  One cat, named Zippy, that was black and white got away and started heading toward downtown.  We drove down to look for him and we see him on the other side of the road at the farmers market.  I call him and he comes, but another cat jumps out the car in the process.  "Oh no!" I yelp.  But one of the girl says, "To save one, sometimes you gotta sacrifice another."  It's true - I really felt the need to save Zippy.  I was determined for some reason to try and save them all, but I knew it was out of my hands to do it all.  But in the end, the girls didn't end up helping me, they only brought me to there family's house where the old lady met them outside.  What good con-artists!  They invited me for dinner, but the kitties and I were the meal.  I'm a little lost when it came to be this point, but I think I may have passed out in my dream, but I woke up with, what I thought was Jordan Supon, my fiancee saying, "Breathe.  Breathe."  I remember coming to consciousness in my dream having difficulty breathing and found him sticking his index and middle finger in my mouth so I can have a better airway - then I woke up.  Creepy, eh?

Not Your Average Playground

1/11/2013

Last night's dream was all over the place - mentally and physically.  Possibly because I don't remember the dream all too well.  I remember I was with Jordan Supon at a family gathering - okay, well with my parents.  We were having dinner out somewhere and Jordan and I started arguing.  I don't know what for but the arguing escalated and I was heated over something minuscule, but it was a value I promised myself I'd never let someone tell me any differently about.  I ended up breaking it off with him.  It was hard to fathom and I never knew that we'd go our separate ways, but I was prideful for the reason I done so, that I told myself it had to be done.  Jordan didn't want to break it off but respected our differences. 

 . . . The dream jumps to me being on a playground.

A playground that both children and adults can play on.  It was like a small amusement park, but all the activities were in a circle and you go to the next one, and this circular activity revolves  around a sandy playground.  I was with my friend Patrick Joseph going from one activity to the next, but even then I was thinking about Jordan.  Patrick did comment that our breakup was over something stupid and I should still be with Jordan.  I told him, "Probably.  But I got to be a free bird, at least for now, to enjoy some things he rather not."  I remember in my dream having this sense of individuality and my own identity again such as in my youth.  Perhaps something I miss from that time.  We got on this one ride - Patrick is at one end and I'm at another facing each other.  This was a water ride and just before going through a waterfall, I look behind me to see who is in the next seat and it was my friend Ty Kukielka that I originally met at church.  He was sad . . . very sad it appeared.  He was looking down and sighing.  I didn't even say hello because he was so sad - and I thought for some reason he was sad about me.  Right then I woke up!