I never used to remember dreams. Maybe once a year one would stick with me when I awoke -- not any more often than that. But for the past couple years I remember dreams or fragments of dreams a few times a month. There's no big secret as to why as far as I'm concerned. I don't sleep through the night like I used to and when I wake up at 2 or 3 AM I interrupt a dream and remember it. Simple as that.
So this morning when I woke up it was still dark out. I get up earlier than most people but getting out of bed for the day at 3AM is crazy-- especially on a Saturday. I had the memory of a tiny fragment of a dream and I reviewed it in my mind to make sure I remembered it.
Most of the dreams I remember have nothing to do with sex. But this one did. It involved someone I've never actually met but knew quite well through this site. I know it's hard to believe that this nearly dormant place once was a bit more lively, but it was. More importantly it linked to a lot of better, more exciting sites. There was a kind of community that is gone now. Some of those people would contact me from time to time a few years ago to wish me well or say howdy or whatever. One of those people starred in this dream
We were in a home I once owned in Southern California. She was down on the Saltillo tile floor. The lights were dim but I could see that she had tight blue jeans on and nothing else. Somehow I was fucking her doggy style despite the fact she had jeans on. Dreams aren't big on accurate detail I've found. I could see her from my point of view but also as if the scene was being filmed. Close ups of her face as I drove into her. A side view of her tits swaying with each thrust. A POV look at her bottom covered in skin-tight denim as I banged into it. My bare hand smacking her ass as I fucked her. She was very vocal. Unreserved.
Eventually we both climaxed together (I told you it was a dream!) and were sprawled out on the cool tile. We didn't speak. A radio came on (how? I don't know!) and, like in an old movie, an announcer was saying that he was interrupting the broadcast for an important announcement, the Japanese had just bombed Pearl Harbor.
I got up and started to pull my clothes on. She just looked at me. I started to leave the room and she said, "Where are you going?"
I said, "Didn't you hear? We're at war! I have to go enlist."