Strange dreams

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From the old Stone Road bridge across the Eramosa River, this afternoon


This week I resumed conscious effort to recall my dreams. The results have been shadowy and inscrutable. Long, tortuous journeys that recur as meaningless, nonlinear episodes. My point of view shifts among characters. Sometimes I become landscape, or narrator.

This morning it was about a family of vampires, mostly children. One boy prevented the others from preying on his sister. From his perspective I feared we would be regarded as paedophiles. Sometimes I was head vampire, or the girl.

I had my first waking dream. Danny stood in the doorway of a strange bedroom telling me to get ready for an appointment. I yelled and flailed my arms to demonstrate I was awake. Then I really woke up, alone at home. I fumbled groggily for my notebook to record the vampire dream before it evaporated.

None was stranger than Friday morning. Occasionally in dreams I've been female, but never before had vaginal sex. I was a 19th Century settler's widow, who took up with the farm's overseer. When he penetrated and pressed against my clitoris, I nearly climaxed, but woke to find my cockhead rubbing the sheets. If I had come, it would have been my third wet dream ever.

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