My life anymore has been a roller coaster of ups and downs. I go between stress and serenity quicker than a motorboater's face goes between tits. My laptops hard drive stopped working and then when I returned home to grab one of the old computers we had lying around, it had virus and didn't work. However, I fixed the computer and now am sitting here typing this. So, enough about me time to get to one of the reasons you come to me... the novella... if you didn't check back yesterday, you missed the special chapter 3 posting because a few of you were so nice to leave me some kind words... Keep it sexy...
*** In between the dreams, is a time we call reality. Some versions of reality can be very skewed by the media and personal opinions. Sometimes reality can be so messed up it seems like nothing is real. Could it be that we are really just living in a dream? *** (Chapter Four)
I raised my head off of my desk, coming to grips with the fact that everything was just a dream. I raised my hand to rub my closed eyes. I felt something squish between my hand and my face as I slowly rubbed my palm against my eye. I opened my eyes and tapped my touch lamp with my unsullied hand. This time the lamp worked, revealing a red substance on my hand. I almost jumped, "Blood!" I thought as I touched the spot on my forehead where the substance came from. The consistency was very weird though, it was too thick to be normal blood. I smelled it, and quickly realized I wasn't bleeding. The potent smell of vinegar and tomatoes assuaged my fears. Ketchup. I looked down at the desk where my head laid. The leftover food from the snack attack the night before lay all over the desk. I grabbed a napkin and wiped off my face.
I couldn't stop thinking about the dream. Kirsten naked, me naked, showering together. It was total bliss. I just had to face the fact that, "it was just a dream". I gazed over at the clock to gauge how much time I had before class. My clock blinked "2:43". The power must have been knocked out earlier in the night. It had been storming for the past week. The calm that was experienced the previous night was a nice change. I grabbed my phone and checked the clock. "8:02" it read, enough time to get a shower before my class. I cleaned up the desk, removing the aftermath of the snack attack. I couldn't shake the thoughts of the dream. I could only imagine what it would've been like if it was real. I threw away the garbage and turned on my computer.
I reveled in the fact that some parts of the dream were in fact parts of the dream. My computer, my lamp, it was relieving knowing that both worked. The computer booted up and I started to do the usual. Check my email, check Facebook, check ESPN, I had a daily routine that never got old. I first checked my email, hoping that my professor cancelled class. He usually emailed his students when inclement weather was afoot to be nice to the commuters. For some reason today, my inbox was pounded with Facebook emails, spam and such. I cleared the first page without even looking at it, I hadn't the time for spam and other nonsense. Once I clicked the delete button I readied myself for the next page of messages. Spam, Spam, and more spam. I started to get disappointed until, hidden in between all of the garbage was a little nugget of happiness. I clicked the email to bring open the page, getting excited by every word. " due to the inclement weather, we will no be having class today. Read chapter 2 for " It was a message from the gods. My only class for that day, cancelled. It was all I could do to contain myself by not screaming. I wanted to, but I didn't. I decided to be courteous to my neighbors.
I had been awake for almost ten minutes and the day was already getting off to a great start. No class and an amazing yet disappointing dream, all seemed to be going well. I figured since I was already awake why not take a shower. It was slightly saddening to realize that this shower wasn't going to be like the one in the dream.
*** End of Chapter 4***
*** In between the dreams, is a time we call reality. Some versions of reality can be very skewed by the media and personal opinions. Sometimes reality can be so messed up it seems like nothing is real. Could it be that we are really just living in a dream? *** (Chapter Four)
I raised my head off of my desk, coming to grips with the fact that everything was just a dream. I raised my hand to rub my closed eyes. I felt something squish between my hand and my face as I slowly rubbed my palm against my eye. I opened my eyes and tapped my touch lamp with my unsullied hand. This time the lamp worked, revealing a red substance on my hand. I almost jumped, "Blood!" I thought as I touched the spot on my forehead where the substance came from. The consistency was very weird though, it was too thick to be normal blood. I smelled it, and quickly realized I wasn't bleeding. The potent smell of vinegar and tomatoes assuaged my fears. Ketchup. I looked down at the desk where my head laid. The leftover food from the snack attack the night before lay all over the desk. I grabbed a napkin and wiped off my face.
I couldn't stop thinking about the dream. Kirsten naked, me naked, showering together. It was total bliss. I just had to face the fact that, "it was just a dream". I gazed over at the clock to gauge how much time I had before class. My clock blinked "2:43". The power must have been knocked out earlier in the night. It had been storming for the past week. The calm that was experienced the previous night was a nice change. I grabbed my phone and checked the clock. "8:02" it read, enough time to get a shower before my class. I cleaned up the desk, removing the aftermath of the snack attack. I couldn't shake the thoughts of the dream. I could only imagine what it would've been like if it was real. I threw away the garbage and turned on my computer.
I reveled in the fact that some parts of the dream were in fact parts of the dream. My computer, my lamp, it was relieving knowing that both worked. The computer booted up and I started to do the usual. Check my email, check Facebook, check ESPN, I had a daily routine that never got old. I first checked my email, hoping that my professor cancelled class. He usually emailed his students when inclement weather was afoot to be nice to the commuters. For some reason today, my inbox was pounded with Facebook emails, spam and such. I cleared the first page without even looking at it, I hadn't the time for spam and other nonsense. Once I clicked the delete button I readied myself for the next page of messages. Spam, Spam, and more spam. I started to get disappointed until, hidden in between all of the garbage was a little nugget of happiness. I clicked the email to bring open the page, getting excited by every word. " due to the inclement weather, we will no be having class today. Read chapter 2 for " It was a message from the gods. My only class for that day, cancelled. It was all I could do to contain myself by not screaming. I wanted to, but I didn't. I decided to be courteous to my neighbors.
I had been awake for almost ten minutes and the day was already getting off to a great start. No class and an amazing yet disappointing dream, all seemed to be going well. I figured since I was already awake why not take a shower. It was slightly saddening to realize that this shower wasn't going to be like the one in the dream.
*** End of Chapter 4***
