. know for certain is that dreams don't play by the rules of ordinary .
i was hasrd and in her before i was awake enough tpo recognize that the woman i was about to have sex with wasn't lauren .
and that it hadn't a dream . not completely .
"hi. cowboy ," the woman said when i oened my eyes . she smelled of sweet sweat and flowers . ii like the bouquet . her voice was husky and playful and more purely lustful than anything i'd experienced since i'd inhaled ottavia's perfume in the confines of narrow hallway of her flat .
my first thought ? i wanted the dream back . i so much wanted the drewam backl .
my second thought ? holy shit . amy .
neurochemistry began doing its thing . a jolt of adrenaline agitated my post REM haze . the mix wasn't salutary . for a prolonged moment my mind couldn't decide which amy was gripping me in her hand .
was it the silver blond haired equestrian amy of my youth ?
or the cute , begioling amy of the prevoius day ?
my brain took over - went all graduate school on me . the theory of dream work - that the manifest content of a dream should come from the most recent walking period - argued that either amy coukld be . musing about the other .
my eyes , adjusting to the dim light in the room , confirmed that the amy in the bed had short hair that wasn't silver blond , i decided i would go with that reality .
it was script supewrvisor amy , not equestrian amy .
she moved her fingers . i gasped . a little .
intentionallly or not , she was re-reminding me that it wasn't a dream .
i was hasrd and in her before i was awake enough tpo recognize that the woman i was about to have sex with wasn't lauren .
and that it hadn't a dream . not completely .
"hi. cowboy ," the woman said when i oened my eyes . she smelled of sweet sweat and flowers . ii like the bouquet . her voice was husky and playful and more purely lustful than anything i'd experienced since i'd inhaled ottavia's perfume in the confines of narrow hallway of her flat .
my first thought ? i wanted the dream back . i so much wanted the drewam backl .
my second thought ? holy shit . amy .
neurochemistry began doing its thing . a jolt of adrenaline agitated my post REM haze . the mix wasn't salutary . for a prolonged moment my mind couldn't decide which amy was gripping me in her hand .
was it the silver blond haired equestrian amy of my youth ?
or the cute , begioling amy of the prevoius day ?
my brain took over - went all graduate school on me . the theory of dream work - that the manifest content of a dream should come from the most recent walking period - argued that either amy coukld be . musing about the other .
my eyes , adjusting to the dim light in the room , confirmed that the amy in the bed had short hair that wasn't silver blond , i decided i would go with that reality .
it was script supewrvisor amy , not equestrian amy .
she moved her fingers . i gasped . a little .
intentionallly or not , she was re-reminding me that it wasn't a dream .
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