Well, That Didn't Last Very Long (Task of the Month)
by
, 06-03-2014 at 07:03 PM (574 Views)
I park a little red sports car by the side of the road and walk back towards a Target a short distance away. I pick up a few items like a pink teddy bear and a comb, then proceed to the check out. I feel like the lines are too long, so I head to the other side of the store, where there are more registers with no one waiting. Then I realize I'm carrying the straw from a small juice box, but not the juice box itself. It doesn't make sense, so I head back through the store to find the missing juice box. Somehow, I find myself outside in the parking lot, having bought nothing. You have to pay to park in the store's parking lot, but I see signs advertising their Black Friday special with $10 all day parking. Somehow, it seems like a great bargain to me. I go back to the little red sports car to move it to the lot.
I ended up doing a long WBTB, as I had to wait for someone to come over and pick something up. Once I went back to bed, I found that it took me a long time to fall asleep again, until eventually I realized that the dream had started while I was focused on dozing off.
I'm sitting on the couch, and I can hear footsteps on the stairs. But I remember that I had just gone to bed, so I know this is a dream. I get up and walk to the front door, then pass right through the screen door since yeah, I don't need to open doors in a dream. Outside, the sky is a deep shade of blue -- nothing out of the ordinary, but I'm just blown away at how realistic this all is. I start to run down the street, feeling the stretch in my legs.
Down the street, I see a guy shooting baskets. I stop to watch him, and when he notices me, he acknowledges me and says "Hey."
"Hey," I say back, imitating him. I continue to watch him, with seems to make him a little self-conscious.
After a while, he asks, "Is there something you want?"
I have a crazy idea at this point and start unbuttoning my top as I repeat, "Is there something you want?"
His eyes almost pop out of his head as he says, "Oh."
I rub my breasts as I repeat his "Oh," except I turn it into a moan.
He races over, grabs me and we tumble into the grass as we make-out. It's pretty good, but I get distracted by something else happening. There's a police car that pulls over a guy right in front of my neighbor's house, and I'm trying to see what is going on.