13:11 May 06 2008
Times Read: 1,209
Awake this morning around 5:00. Unable to get back to sleep. Why? Same dreams two night in a row. This time the last part got a lot more......detailed. :(
When I have a dream that seems to "hang on" I write it out as that seems to help me get it off my mind.
I was asked out by this guy who lived in a apt. building I was living in. I don’t remember much about him but that he had one hell of a sexy voice. Deep, husky. Mmm hmmmm. So I am going with him to the Kentucky Derby. He has box seats so I am wearing a dress, and a lovely straw hat that matched. We stop at the gas station next to the apartment building to gas up and he stands in the gas station, looking up at a billboard. I look up and it’s a picture of a hand holding a beer. It changes, one of those electronic billboards. The next time the beer ad comes around I notice something different. The hand holding the beer went from five fingers to three.
I watch from the car as he turns to the man behind the counter and takes something, giving him money. He sticks it into his pocket and leaves the station, holding out a finger to me to wait, and runs back to the apartment. I get out of the car and follow him, making sure he does not notice me. He goes up the stairs and stops on the second floor, even thou we live on the fourth. He knocks on the door and I see the door open and he steps inside.
I sneak up to the floor and hear a person speak in a heavy accent English. I knew he was Russian. He tells of the health of a male, talks of the need for secrets as the only living royal was hiding out in the apartment. Other then the one missing girl who they have not seen since she was a baby. A whisper comes from behind me saying “MISHA ” I turn to a empty hallway. Hearing footsteps from behind the door I ran back to the car, sitting for when he returned a few minutes later, thinking he was a man who was hiding something.
He is carrying a map, reason he went back he told me. I take the map, opening it so I had something to do with my hands. We arrive at the Derby and make our way thru the crowds to out seats. The yelling of people around us made him lean in and whisper in my ear.
Every time he did, I had to move. I crossed my legs, or shifted in my seat. His voice was having a effect on me in the worst way. The heat of his shoulder as he leaned in, the hot breath, his lips at my ear. He leaned in and whisper to me “I like how you uncross and cross you legs when I whisper in your ear.” I looked at him, but his eyes was on my breast. I was sure my nipples was hard, the silk blouse hiding nothing. He looked up at me, his dark eyes ones I wanted to be lost in.
Till he gave a small laugh. That is when I turned away, stun at how he was making fun of the effect he was having on me. Well… time to even the score. I lean over to him, knowing I would be so ashamed if he was not effected by this, and I whisper into his ear for the first time. “And I …” I licked his earlobe, twirling it in my mouth. “…hope you don’t mind if I have some fun then” I bite his ear lobe hard, hearing his hiss of pain. I released it, pulling at it as I went. He stroke his ear lobe, and did his own adjustment in his chair.
The return trip was uneventful as we listen to piano music on his car stereo system. That was till we was close to home and he moved his hand between my knees. I sat, belted in, and watched as he slowly brought his hand up between my legs, watched as my legs open for him. The heat of his hand, the strength I felt from him, the car’s air getting hotter as I open my mouth to take in small breaths. My hands moved to the seatbelt that was across my chest, and I waited, wanting what was coming. About mid thigh he removed his hand, and I sat, looking down at the bunched up cloth of my dress.
He turned into the apartment parking lot and I pushed my dress down. He open the car door and walked me to my apartment. I remember what happen earlier in the second floor, and knew not to ask him. At my door I stood, hat in one hand, my keys in the other. I was thanking him for the day when he reaches out and wraps a arm around my waist, the other at the door beside my head. He leans in and I close my eyes, lips opening…then felt his lips at my neck.
My hand with the keys moved to clasp the back of his neck, arching my back as he slowly lower his lips downward. I felt the straw of the hat being crushed as I held on to him at his waist. The heat of his lips, wetness followed by heat of his breath as he worked his way down to the curve of my breast. He stop, licked, then started to suck. As he gave me a hickey I dug the keys into his neck, one leg raising between his as I gave a moan of pleasure.
He brought his head up, his legs tighten on my thigh, holding me as he pushed his hips forward and I had no doubt he was aroused. “Are you letting me in?” I blinked, and heard the name whisper again “MISHA” I removed my hands from him, and he knew the answer as he pushed away from me, my weaken body hitting the door as he turned and walked away, going to the stairs.
I closed my door behind me, locking it.
A few weeks later I was in the lobby, getting my mail. He came in and said hello. That voice alone made my skin crawl in a good way. First time we had seen each other since that night. I grab my mail and went to leave when he pushed me against the wall. “I see my mark has left you.” He pulled at my shirt, looking at my breast. “Yes.” “Shame…as I liked you wearing it. To bad you are to afraid to mark me.”
I pushed at him and he stepped to one side, leaving me room to slide by him and the mail box thingy, with a grin on his face. I did, taking a step…then stop. He wanted a mark? I will give him one. I drop my mail, and pushed him against the wall. I went down on my knees, my hands working at his belt, zipper. His keys hit the floor as he moved them into my hair, I pull his pants down and there is his penis. Hard, long. I look up at him and see he has his eyes half closed, waiting to see what I would do. I lean in, and blew hot air on his cock.
It twitched and I smiled. Then I lowered my head, down to his inner thigh and I licked a spot tasting the salt, the texture of his dark hair. Then I placed my lips in the tender area, as my hands went to his ass cheeks. I started to suck and he bucked his hips forward… I sucked, hearing his low grunt as I gave him a hickey. Or a mark as he called it. I finished and stood, seeing a small amount of cum at the tip of his cock. The sound of a dog barking brought us both back to where we was. The lady told her dog to hush, to stop barking at the cat, as I picked up my mail and he pulled his pants up.
I ran for the stairs as the lady open the door, and I heard his voice… even more deep and husky saying hello.
Then the dream changed. I am not in this one at teh start- more like a movie. I see a man come into a store like Kmart and he has several guns. He walks along the isle and starts shooting people at random. I am floating above him, and seeing the way he aims, I can feel the hate he has. Then I leave him as he comes to the parts department. Here he seems to get a purpose.
By this time someone has pulled the fire alarm and the sound is blasting of the alarm. He stands, looking around, and waits. He hears a noise from the next isle and he stands on the bottom shelf and shoots over the display racks. I hear screaming and running. He moves to the end of the isle and shoots three times. The running noise stops. He turns and goes to the layaway department, taking a shot and hitting a man in the chest that was a customer. He moves to the bathrooms and goes to the woman’s first.
Seven woman are shot in the stalls as they hide. I am still following him, but am now walking. I have a long white dress on with no shoes. I walk along behind him, seeing the aftermath of his anger. Blood touched my feet as I looked down at a woman, holding a three year old boy…the shot going thru the boys chest into hers as they laid beside the toilet. The blood is hot and sticky, the smell mixing in with the gunpowder.
I follow as he moves to the men’s bathroom. He pushes the door open, the trash can against it not keeping him out. Here he finds what he is looking for. I can feel he is pleased by finding the male who is hiding beside the urinal. But also there is a young boy around ten. I can feel his fear, knowing he had come to pee as his mother shop, he had promised to come right back to her. Now he would never see is mother again. I cried as he did. I see the older man raise the gun, and he told them both to stay on their knees and hunch over the urinal.
I watch as he stuffs a cloth he pulled out of his jacket- a ski mask- into the drain and started to flush so water built up inside of it. He told the man he would let him live if he would push the younger boys head in, drown him. As I stood watching the boy’s face of horror, the other man did nothing. He did not beg, he did not say no. He turned and pushed the boys head in the toilet. I watched as the young boys legs tried to kick, his arms wildly flinging to stop…then he stilled. The man then turned to the killer and in a second his face was shot off. I watched as he slumped, falling across the boys body, the splatter of his brain on the white tiled wall. For some reason I knew he would kill the man- the rage in him demand it of him.
The man hears them coming, the police yelling out “Clear” “Move up!” He turns and puts the gun in his own mouth. That is when he seems to see me for the first time. He looks at me like I am a angel, lowering the gun. I reach out and guild the gun back into his mouth, and tell him god is waiting to give him his award. I feel his finger shake, unwilling to pull the trigger on his own life.
I smile to him, a hate filling me, the rage at the lives he had taken, killing the children. I moved his finger aside and I pulled the trigger at the same time the door crashed open and the police rushed in. He hit the floor, his head with a softball size hole, the mirror that was behind him cracked in pieces, the bloody pieces dripping downward.
I looked at myself, some blood on my face, and I smiled a most evil smile as the police did not see me. I turned and walked out.
That is when I woke up the fourth or fifth time, and just gave up on sleeping. *sigh* I hate some of my dreams. And I have no idea where these came from. Not watching anything horror unless you count Tomb Raider this weekend.
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