Dream Scape

Some of these ladies ended up being a lot more friendly to me. Oh, I have a good one to tell you. My best friend, Pete – well, at least a good friend - stops by and we talk about all the women that we see. He doesn't know anything about my gift. I really don't want anyone to know. Caroline, my daughter-in-law, is the only one to figure it out so far. I've been doing my best not to dream about her.

Back to Pete: There were about six women walking by at the same time. They came walking by most everyday but never really drew my attention. They did Pete though.

"Fucking bitch, so fucking stuck up, I'd like to fuck her in the ass one time. She's such a sourpuss, her pussy is probably closed tight."

"Geez, Pete, what the hell was that all about? Apparently you don't like one of those gals."

"The decent looking one in the blue shorts. She's the fucking Mayor's wife. Since he got into office, she thinks her shit don't stink. She really pisses me off," Pete said.

"Okay, Pete, I know you better than that. What's the problem?"

"We dated a few times in high school. She ended up marrying Marco, the Mayor, and now she won't even talk to me. One time, just one time, I'd like to fuck her."

Well, I guess you figured who my next target is. As I mentioned earlier, I can include more then two people in my dreams. I decided to help my buddy out, at least in a dream. I had my dream start with Pete and I in the mayor's living room.

"Where the hell are we?" asked Pete.

"This is a dream, Pete. You are going to get your wish and fuck the mayor's wife. What's her name anyway?"

"Mary's her name. Will I remember this dream tomorrow, Ben?"

"How the hell do I know? You think I have some special insight or something? Quit talking and let's find this gal."

We went into the master bedroom. There was Mary in pajamas. My God, she and her husband slept in separate beds. They had this huge room with two full size beds in it, kind of like a motel.

I told Pete that we would sit the mayor in a chair and freeze him. He wouldn't be able to get up. It's no crime since it's a dream. I didn't tell Pete that the mayor, his wife and he would all remember this dream tomorrow. We woke up the mayor and sat him in a chair. Since it was a dream, I didn't let him cause any trouble. He would just sat there and watched two men fuck his wife. We then went over to Mary and uncovered her. She woke up and screamed - of course as I have mentioned before, in reality she was sill sleeping but dreaming.

"Oh, my God, what's going on? Pete, what are you doing here at my house, in my bedroom? Then she looked over at Marco sitting there watching her. "What's going on?" she asked.

I spoke, "Mary, Pete wants to fuck you and now so do I. This is of course only a dream and is not really happening. So, since it's a dream, lie back and enjoy it."

Pete crawled up next to a nervous Mary. "You knew I always loved you, didn't you, Mary? I'm going to just make love to you. I don't really know why I'm dreaming this but I saw you today and wanted you."

Pete had unbuttoned Mary's top and reached down and pulled off her pajama bottoms. As he was kissing and feeling her tits, I reached up and inserted two fingers into her very wet pussy. Mary looked over at her husband. "Marco, are you just going to sit there and let these two men take me?"

As I said about dreams, I can do what I want. I had Marco reach into his pajamas and pull out his cock and masturbate while watching us.

Mary said to hell with Marco and told Pete to have has way with her. She even said to him she would fuck his friend, which of course was me. Pete took his cock out and put it against Mary's lips, asking her to suck it in front of Marco. She opened her mouth wide as Pete inserted his cock into her mouth. I decided to fuck her. Why should I have sloppy seconds? After all it was my dream. I pulled my cock out and inserted it into her very wet pussy. She was sucking Pete and gyrating her ass for me.

I pulled out of her pussy and let Pete at her. It was what he wanted and I was providing it for him. I did take my slimy cock and walked over to the mayor who was still jacking off. "Suck your wife's pussy juices off of this for me," I demanded.

He opened his mouth and I pushed my cock into it. Now I'm not gay but I have had my cock sucked off by guys a few times, mostly at parties and dares in my much younger days. I could never picture myself blowing a guy but did love receiving the blowjobs from others. I looked over at Pete and he had Mary turned over and was fucking her from behind. She was loving it and watching her husband suck my cock. I shot my load into his mouth and woke up.

Dammit, always waking up. I was hoping Pete got off his jollies.

Chapter 3

I had just got up the next day and was making coffee when someone was beating on my door. It was Pete. I let him in and asked what he was doing over so early? He told me he needed to talk to me. He told me that I would never believe what happened.

"Okay, Pete, what happened?" I asked.

"I had a dream last night and you were in it," he said.

"So, what's the big deal that you had a dream, and why the hell are you dreaming of me?" I laughed.

"It's not like that, Ben. I never had a dream like this before. I just had to tell someone. It was about you, me, that woman Mary we saw yesterday and Marco the Mayor," replied Pete.

This was going to be good. I was ready to listen to Pete's version. He had no idea I was behind it and never would. "Okay, Pete, let's hear this dream."

Pete told it pretty much like it was. He did give himself more credit for being in charge and more macho than he was. He carried on about how Mary begged him for more. When he told me about having Marco suck me off, I kind of cringed. He told me he was sorry but that's what he dreamt. He couldn't get over how real it felt. I laughed when he told me he would like to have her again.

"Pete, it's a fucking dream. Have her anytime you want. Hell, you can fuck anyone in your dreams," I said.

We agreed to go out for lunch later. We would eat out every few days. I remember the last thing he said before he left. "Ben, I sure wish she could have had that dream too."

I smiled to myself and said, "She did my friend, she did."

Later in the day we headed over to the restaurant. I picked this one in particular because I knew the City Council met there at lunch time and discussed business. I figured the Mayor might show up and his wife, Mary, was always around for the limelight.

We were almost done eating when Mary and a couple of her friends came through the door. Pete accidentally dropped his fork when he saw her. Not far behind were the Council members and the Mayor. They went into a side private room which was set up for them. The wives sat out in the main part of the restaurant. My buddy Pete was lost for words. He kind of made me laugh.

"Pete, she doesn't know about your dream. Take it easy."

It wasn't two minutes later when Mary approached our table.

"Pete Patterson, it's been so long since we have seen each other. It's so nice to see you again."

I knew Pete was confused but I figured that Mary must be thinking about the dream. Of course Pete wouldn't have known that.

"Hi, Mary. It's so nice to see you again. It's been awhile since we've talked. You're still one of the nicest girls I've ever met," replied Pete.

I thought, 'What a crock of shit. Just yesterday he called her every name in the book. One dream does a mind change.'

Pete introduced me and Mary greeted me with a, "Nice to meet you," and a smile.

I should have said, "Nice to meet you too, Mary, and you are a good fuck," but I knew better. Pete still had strong feelings for her, even though she was the Mayor's wife.

They talked small talk and then Mary excused herself and went back to her table, all the time smiling at Pete.

"What brought that on, Pete? I thought she hated you?"

Pete replied, "I don't know, Ben, but I know you can tell I still kind of like her, especially after my dream."

I want to skip ahead and tell you this. Pete and Mary have been seeing each other on the side, since the dream. Apparently, the mayor prefers young men. Mary doesn't love him and eventually she and Pete got together.

Life went on day by day and Abby was my main source of entertainment. I had to get back and see her one day. Could you fall in love with a person if you dreamt about them often enough, I wondered?

The following week I went to my son's place. I had promised to take Kitten to the zoo. When I got there Caroline answered the door. "Hi, Dad. How have you been?

"Staying out of trouble, I hope. I'm trying hard. Is Kitten ready to go to the zoo?" I asked.

"That's all she talked about. 'Grandpa's coming to take me to the zoo.' I'll be glad when you two finally get going. She's been driving me crazy," Caroline smiled.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, you're here." Kitten was all smiles as she came into the room.

I was going to be there a couple of days and took Kitten to the zoo. We had a great time. I loved visiting with the family. The next afternoon Ron had to work. Kitten, Caroline and I went out on the patio to relax. I was reading the paper and Kitten had just put lotion on Caroline who was sunning herself as she usually did in the afternoon. It was kind of her time of the day to relax. Kitten was getting bored and asked to go a couple of houses down to visit one of her friends. Caroline told her when to be home and away she went to her friends house. I was relaxed and still reading the paper. Caroline must have dozed off.

I was watching her, looking at her body. I was fully awake and figured I would day dream as I watched Caroline. I was thinking how nice it would be to be rubbing lotion on her without the bathing suit top on. Then I pictured pulling her bottoms off. I wasn't worried because I was fully awake and she was dozing. I was rubbing her muff and inserted two fingers. She was pumping against them. Since I was awake I thought I would do my worst thought. I was thinking of me without my briefs on and inserting my cock head into her when all of a sudden I looked over at Caroline as she woke up and said "Daddy, no, you fucked me."

I was at a total loss. I wasn't sleeping, I was awake. Caroline looked at me from across the patio.

"Dad, you promised. Why did you do it?" She was almost crying.

"Caroline, I'm so sorry. I was awake, I'll admit to thinking about it, but I was awake. God, it must work on all my dreams as long as the person I'm thinking about is sleeping. I don't know what to say. I was awake, dammit."

"Okay, Dad, we'll live though it. Now you know more about your gift. Dad, we'll get over it. I felt you rubbing me and could have stopped you earlier. I'm partly to blame. I guess I was too far gone to stop you; I'm sorry too, Dad. Just learn to control it. Find a girlfriend and have some real sex instead of dreaming about me." She gave me a hug to let me know everything was alright.

I did my best to control my dreams after that. That night after Ron and Kitten went to bed, Caroline came up to me to ask me a favor.

"Dad, this gift of yours. Have you tried to use it for something other than sex?"

"No, I don't think so. What do you have in mind?"

"Carla is having problems in math. She's been getting all C's. I know she can do better but her attention span seems limited. Since we know that your awake dreams work too, could you think about Carla and read her math at the same time. Maybe it will implant the dream somehow into her subconscious mind."

"I could give it a try. I think I could handle fourth grade math. Hand me that math book and let's try."

I read all her latest assignments and work books. I spend two hours going over all the math questions. It was enough for me as I headed to bed. The next day Kitten came running in the house. "Mommy, mommy, guess what? I got an A on the math test. I got every answer right."

Caroline told her how proud she was of her and smiled over at me. I actually had a tear in my eye. It felt good. I knew I was back on Caroline's good side and at the same time helped Kitten. The next night we did the same thing with spelling words. Before going to bed she misspelled most of them. She was really down in the dumps knowing she had a spelling test the next day. After my dream tutoring, she woke up in the morning and spelled them all correctly. Of course she came home smiling, with an A+ sticker on her blouse.

I had to leave for home. I said goodbye to my son and hugged little Kitten. I told her to study harder, she could do it. She just needed to apply herself. Caroline kissed me on the cheek the same as always. "Thanks for everything, Dad, and I do mean everything."

I knew what she meant. The sex was good and felt good. She didn't feel it to be proper was all. She was right, but look what came from it; I discovered a new way to help my granddaughter.

In the days that followed everything was back to normal. I dreamed about a few of the walkers but it was becoming pretty much the same thing over and over. Just a different face on the body. So I pretty much went with grudge fucks. The wives of men who didn't care for me. I always thought about Abby at least three times a week. Damn, I was falling in love with a dream girl.

I received a phone call from the hospital. I was asked to come the next day to the clinic. I asked what it was about since it was almost six months since the accident. I was told they would talk to me when I got there.

I showed up on time at the clinic. The receptionist asked if she could help me. I told her who I was and who my doctor was. "Oh, he's on vacation, Nurse Abby set up this appointment. Please come with me."

Abby set this up. I was both happy and nervous. I followed her into an office. I sat down and wondered what this was all about. Abby came into the room as pretty as ever.

"Hi, Ben. I made this appointment; I needed to see you and wanted to make sure you would come. Ben, I know about your gift or illness, or whatever you want to call it."

"I'm so sorry, Abby...."

"Please, Ben, let me explain. I'm not scolding you. I just want to explain it to you. When I first met you and you told me about your dream, I had the exact same dream. I thought it odd and started reading medical journals about different dream diseases or whatever I could find on the subject. Every couple of days I was having dreams about you. I then realized that it was your dreams, not mine."

"Abby, please let me explain."

'No need to explain, Ben. I found out what it is you have. It's called 'DreamScape' and is very rare. Only about one in ten million people have it and a lot of them don't know it. I don't know if you knew or not, or even how much you know. Basically, whatever you dream you can put in the mind of others. You don't even have to be sleeping. You just have to be thinking about somebody who is. Now, here is where it gets personal. You've been dreaming of me at least three times a week for the last six months."

"It's because I care for you, Abby. I wanted to come and see you but just didn't do it. I guess it was because of the dream thing and I was a little reluctant to face you. You're the only woman I dreamt of that often. I really wanted to get to know you better. Why didn't you call me and tell me about the dreams when they happened? I wasn't exactly sure what was happening till now."

I didn't want her to know that I knew everything, especially after she found all this medical evidence.

"I know you care for me, Ben. You started out just pretty much having sex with me. Then, you started making love to me. I mean love, Ben. You started kissing me, saying how you loved me. You even kissed and massaged my feet in your dreams. You started making total love to me, Ben."

She continued, "That's when I realized I might care for you too. I waited every night hoping you would think of me and make love to me. I didn't call you because I was going through a horrible divorce. It finally ended last month. My husband wanted a twenty-five year old bimbo. He said I was too old and no longer exciting. He's a nut case. The bimbo just wants his money. Anyway it's over now and I needed to see you. To see if we really have any chance together. All I know is the dream scape Ben. I want to get to know Ben, the real person. Is there a chance here, Ben?"

This was what I was hoping for. I asked her if she had lunch yet? I thought it would give us a chance to learn more about each other. We headed out to a nice quiet restaurant and spent the next two hours over lunch and coffee talking about our life and families. I believed I truly cared for Abby. I sure dreamt of her enough times. We continued talking about ourselves and our families. I told her about my son, Ron, and his wife, but of course not the dreams about them. I was smiling when I told her about Kitten. Abby told me she had a married daughter and a son away at college. They sided with her when they found out about their dad and his girlfriend.

"Where do we go from here, Ben?" she asked.

"How about a real date this Saturday? Dinner and maybe a movie and if everything works out right, maybe you can come over to my place for a nightcap," I replied.

"It's fine with me. I've waited six months to have the real live Ben," she smiled.

"Abby, what if the real live Ben isn't as good as the dream Ben? What then?"

"We'll cross that bridge if we ever come to it. Personally, I don't think it will be a problem. Secondly, I have something for you. I thought you might be worried about that, since it's your dreams. I had the doctor give me two prescriptions for you."

She handed me two pill bottles. One was Viagra and the other sleeping pills. She was smiling when she handed them to me.

"Abby, I don't get it. Aren't they kind of counter-productive. One to stay harder longer and the other to put me to sleep?" I asked.

She answered me; "First of all, you only take them when and if you need them. The Viagra is for when we are together, but again, only if you feel you need them. The sleeping pills are for when we are apart."

She was almost laughing. "Ben for some ungodly reason, you wake up to soon when you dream about me. I figure the sleeping pills might keep you under just a little longer till we finish making love."

We had three days before our official date. I gave her a gentle kiss before leaving the parking lot. She smiled at me and said, "Ben, don't dream about me for the next couple of days. I'll wait for the real thing."

I was sitting on my porch thinking about Abby and hoped it would all work out for us. I guess I would find out more Saturday. The next evening I was watching the joggers go by when the Morgan twins went by. This is the first time I saw them in years. They are beautiful, both are models and dating lawyers. They had on jogging shorts that clung to their asses, and sports bras through which you could see the outline of their nipples. I knew I was going to have to have one more dream before my date with Abby. The Morgan twins would feel Ben Brown that night. Just before going to bed I took one of the sleeping pills. I would need it if I were going to take on these two vixens.

The dream with the twins was great. It was the first time and probably the only that I would make it with twins. As good as it was, it was Abby that I thought about, all day long. I was just hoping she wasn't taking a nap somewhere.

Epilog:

My date with Abby was fantastic. Everything went perfect. I didn't need the Viagra pill until after my second climax. After Abby and I rested I had one of the pills in my hand. She looked at me and smiled as I gulped it down, and we started all over again.

Abby and I are dating now. There is a future for us but we aren't pushing it. We're letting love take it's course and it is moving along great. I have dreams of very few women other than Abby when she's not with me. It's funny when I think about it. She knows every time I dream about her. So she told me it better be pretty regular. I always take a sleeping pill when I dream about her now. It still doesn't beat the real thing which we do at least once a week.