The Shared Dream 



	For the past year or so Mark had been enjoying a new hobby, lucid
dreaming.  In case you don't know, lucid dreaming is the art of
controlling your dreams.  He'd spent many late nights talking online
with Cassie about dreaming.  This night, however, his conversation
took a turn for the surreal.

Mark_The_Traveler:  Haven't seen you in a while, how have you been?

GreenEyedSomnologist:  Sorry, I got caught up experimenting with
shared dreaming, have you ever tried it?

Mark_The_Traveler:  No,I don't buy into that psychic shit.

GreenEyedSomnologist:  I didn't believe I could enter someone else's
dreams at first either, but it seems to work.  We should give it a try
tonight...

Mark_The_Traveler:  I just don't think I can believe it can work.  Can
you give me a link to some research on the subject?

GreenEyedSomnologist:  Not too much research.  Too bad--dream sex is
sooo much more fun AND safe than the real thing.

Mark_The_Traveler:  I guess I could give it a try :-)

GreenEyedSomnologist:  Well, It's late I better get to bed.  See you
there!

Mark_The_Traveler:  OK, Good night.

	Mark lay awake in bed for an hour or so before he fell asleep.  It
his dream he was deep in the woods.  It was dusk, and there was a
small, clear stream in front of him.  He looked at his watch, which
read 7s:YI.  He knew he was dreaming, and he saw a shadow approach him
from the distance.  When she got closer Mark could see a beautiful
girl wearing a short skirt with a white cotton top.
	"Cassie, I presume?"  Mark asked.
	She responded with a nod and a kiss on the lips.  While their tongues
were tied Cassie somehow unbuttoned Mark's pants and dropped them to
the ground, then gracefully pulled down his underwear to reveal his
throbbing erection.
	Cassie stepped back and lifted her skirt, revealing her black
panties.  Mark pulled them down, savoring the feeling of the fabric in
his hands and the smell of her moist pussy.  Their arms wrapped around
each other as they collapsed onto the ground, landing right in the
stream.  Mark thrust his penis into Cassie and looked at her hard
nipples through her now soaked top.
	They reached an orgasm simultaneously, that's the magic of a lucid
dream.  Their moans of ecstasy pierced the silent air.  Mark slipped
his hand up Cassie's shirt and cupped her breast, feeling her nipple
against hand as the world around him began to fade awake.
	Mark quickly got online and saw Cassie log in moments later.

GreenEyedSomnologist:  Well?

Mark_The_Traveler:  Was that really you?

GreenEyedSomnologist:  I told you it would be great.  I bet you never
came like that IRL.

Mark_The_Traveler:  No.  I guess I owe you an apology... and thanks.

GreenEyedSomnologist:  You're welcome.  You know, there's one fantasy
I'd really like to try, you up for another dream?

Mark_The_Traveler:  Sure, what is this fantasy of yours?

GreenEyedSomnologist:  You'll just have to wait to find out.  'night.

	Mark was barely awake as it was, so it didn't take him nearly as long
to get back to sleep.  He found himself in a plain room with yellowish
brick walls.  In the center of the room he saw Cassie tied face down
to a steel table, gagged and blindfolded.  There was a note taped to
her breast, he read, "Do whatever you want, but PLEASE be creative."
	Mark didn't quite know what Cassie wanted, so he decided not to start
out too crazy, and just give her a good spanking.  Mark conjured a
titanium paddle and and got to work.  Cassie's ass was beat red when
Mark decided to test how much control he really had over the dream.
He grabbed a vibrator, the kind that's curved to reach the g-spot
easier, and slid it into her.  As Cassie moaned with pleasure Mark
commanded, "You will not come until I tell you to, understand?"
Cassie whined, but Mark knew that by the end she'd be thanking him.
	For what seemed like hours Cassie moaned constantly on the brink of
an orgasim.  Mark finally removed the vibrator and replaced with his
own solid penis.  Right as he started to come, Mark shouted, "Okay,
you can come now."  Mark heard screams of pleasure through the gag,
and could tell that Cassie was having the best orgasim of her life.
	Mark woke up, wishing that he had a few more minutes of dreaming.  He
sat at his computer for a good hour before GreenEyedSomonologist
logged on.

Mark_The_Traveler:  Where have you been?

GreenEyedSomnologist:  I just woke up.  I guess the shared dream
didn't work out.  I dreamet I was back at my old high school.  How
about you?

Mark_The_Traveler:  I don't remember my dream right now.  I need to
work on my recall.

	It took Mark a moment to piece together what happened.  He thought
his first conversation with Cassie was real, but it seemed clear the
conversation in the middle of the night was just a dream.

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