1992.03.14 -Night
Dreams and Such, Part 1
By Randy Woods
You had a disturbing dream. You can only recall one part. A tall figure with a golden mask led you among the dead as through a wedding celebration. You heard many voices, but no lips moved. You strained to breathe, but your chest didn't move. The tall figure spoke with each figure as he passed among them, laughing and joking, as if they were alive, but they made no reply. You tried to cry out, but without breath, your tongue fluttered in vain.
You lay in bed, trying to piece together images from the strange dream into some coherent meaning. It wasn’t like any dream you’ve ever had, at least none that you can remember. Still, you decide that you shouldn’t make too much out of it. It was very odd, but then again, most dreams are.
You were more surprised that your dreams didn’t include any damn Minotaurs, though you’d seen enough of those to last a long time. Of course, you could dream about more pleasant things, such as your fellow Minotaur slayer, Sivora. But you don’t really need to dream about her when the real thing is lying on top of you.
She’s sleeping for a change. Between the Minotaurs and your celebration afterwards, she should be flat exhausted. When your after-dark activities ended, she just collapsed and was asleep within a few minutes, which was not her normal routine. Swinging a greatsword around is hard work as you well know.
She had been acting a little odd lately, but she still refused to open up to you completely. Still, she was there when you needed her, especially if it meant she got to use that greatsword of hers. And you were there when she needed you, whatever it was. She never directly asks for help, but you have insight that most others do not. And the intimate times, well, they’re outta sight.
You catch yourself smiling and gently stroking the mane of red hair cascading over your chest and down her back. She stirs on top of you and her thigh rubs your “greatsword”. You try to shift yourself into a more comfortable position and move her leg off of your sensitive parts.
Normally you wear something to bed for reasons just like this, but because she collapsed on top of you immediately afterwards, there wasn’t time. You could have woken her up, but there are demons in the hells that are more pleasant than Sivora when she’s woken up abruptly, especially right after falling asleep.
Shifting hasn’t helped, so you push her leg down, which rubs you again. Now, there’s a rise in the blanket. Laughing to yourself, you wonder if Sivora will be up for a little morning action when she wakes. Of course, you already know the answer to this question.
Settling in again, you place your left hand on Sivora’s bottom to push her a bit closer since you had to adjust her position. As you push, a hand grabs your wrist and her head whips up.
“What the… Dunca!.” Her sleepy eyes get wider and she adjusts her leg over you, but its progress is stopped.
“Good lord!”
You smile sheepishly and mutter “I was just trying to make you more comfortable”.
“Uh-huh, riiiight.” There is sarcasm in her voice, but the tone tells you that she knows it’s the truth.
She places her hand on your chest again and begins running her fingers through chest hair. You take a deep breath and open your eyes. Her eyes are wide open and there’s a hint of smoldering fire in them. Her hand gradually makes its way down to your midsection in small swirling motions. She raises herself up and kisses you as she starts to tend to you.
“This time, you be on top, okay?”
“Yes ma’am.” You r reply is barely audible and your dream forgotten.