Message-ID: <23024asstr$951970202@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Todd Sayre" Lines: 544 X-Original-Message-ID: <89e9to$gqt$1@slb1.atl.mindspring.net> X-Server-Date: 28 Feb 2000 17:06:00 GMT X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2919.6600 Subject: {ASSM} "Perchance to Dream: A Love Story" (inc/b/f/cons) Date: Wed, 1 Mar 2000 23:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, gill-bates Dear Readers, Since I've been writing too many boy rape stories, I thought I'd entertain you lovers of romance. This is not for the lust enveloped. The following is a science-fiction love story ... so keep that in mind. It could happen! ... Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? - To die, - to sleep, - No more; and by a sleep we say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That the flesh is heir to, - 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, - to sleep; - To sleep! perchance to dream ... William Shakespeare Hamlet, Prince of Denmark [Act III, Scene I.] Part 1: The Dreams Chapter 1 I failed to save her in her hour of need. She had looked upon me with eyes of adoration and I returned her gaze with sorrow as I saw the last of Jennifer Lloyd's life bleed from her. I was only sixteen when her father murdered her, sixteen when I was accepted at John Hopkins. I had been born accursed from the womb-or so I thought-by great intellect that by age four I was acquiring my highschool diploma. It was as if God had instilled the chips of a computer into my brain and flawlessly entered such reason and brilliance that I was too good for others it seemed. But all of that genius failed me when my second cousin Jennifer and I had fallen in love and we had embarked upon a powerful adventure in romance that she became pregnant as a result. She was fifteen when she died ... would have been sixteen and a beautiful mother today. But once her father was told that my love, my Jennifer was with child-Grant Lloyd became enraged-shot her in the belly and once more in the head. Even his imprisonment is no relief to my heart. I nearly went insane without her. I miss the feel of the softness of her skin, the rose petal feel of her rose colored cheeks and the silky swish of her golden hair-and the volumes of text that her eyes spoke so profoundly. She was everything to me. She was the brilliance of the world, the mother of the moon that shone so brightly in the night sky that all creation looked upon her in awe, but it was the very breath that always brushed upon me as we kissed, lips a tangle of vines intertwined and writhing. The very ground she stood upon was like the dust of gold upon slabs of precious pearl, but in the end, Jennifer lay in her grave only to wither into dust. As a young sixteen year-old doctor fresh out of med school, I could do nothing to save her from the grave. She died in my arms that May afternoon and I begged her father-in all of his rage-to shoot and kill me as well, but he knew what he was doing when he spared me. But recently, as I stated earlier at the age of seventeen, Doctor Emil Bashoff-a distinguished gentleman and a doctor as well as myself had been working on the theory of memory gene manipulation when we stumbled onto a major discovery. Introduction of certain proteins enveloped with corticoid steroids inserted into nanno technology allowed a human being (in theory) to tailor and detail dreams. The discovery was a breakthrough and it offered those with severe terminal illnesses to spend their last days in a dream state where everything appeared as real as the waking world, a place they could live where there was no pain or fear, but a peaceful transition from life into death. The technology was so complicated and yet so easy that it couldn't be figured out by explanation, but proved only by computer models. It was the memory of Jennifer that persuaded me to join Dr. Bashoff in his endeavor. By learning and creating ways to live in a blissful state, I was secretly planning to enter that dream state where I could live out the remainder of my life with Jennifer. Although Jennifer was dead a year, I was constantly reunited with her in my sleep, only to be pulled away from her before I could bond with her. I always saw her smile and the beauty of her face, but when I woke I always cried in bitter despair. I was willing to give my very life to spend at least a full night dreaming of her where I could touch and taste her. "Dr. Harris," Bashoff said to me, "I think we can conduct the testing upon a cat this Saturday night. "We will program the nannites with images of a barking dog, and will monitor the animal's electroencephalogram(EEG) to record the effect upon its brain. Just imagine the implications of what we are about to do! To program your dreams. Husbands would be more faithful, young teens less promiscuous, relationships strengthened and patients suffering with their infirmities distracted from their misery" "Yes," I said absentmindedly. "Brendon are you alright, my dear boy?" "Yes. I'm quite alright. Just thinking." "Good. Come. Lets have lunch and prepare the schedule." Chapter 2 It was far better to work at night in the lab than the day. Numerous experiments were being conducted in our lab, but nothing more important than ours. Bashoff had acquired the cat from an animal shelter under false pretenses. He had its scalp shaved bald to apply the electrodes. We sedated it and drew fifty cc's of the steroid solution and injected it into the intravenous line. Before hand I had started the electroencephalogram and acquired a pre-test tracing of the cat's brain function. Everything appeared normal at first, until the cat's hind legs began to twitch, then it jerked violently and the stylus on the EEG swung rapidly upon the pink wax paper as it burned the results onto it. "Dr. Harris!" Bashoff cried excitedly. "It works! Its a success! See how the cat moves as if its being chased by the dog. Look at the arch of its back. Its reacting! We did it!" "The EEG is really moving! The tracing looks very similar to a Grand Mal Seizure. Look at the high voltage spikes!" I was excited as Dr. Bashoff. We had crossed the threshold of a miracle. We had managed to program the dream the cat was experiencing. We remained in the lab all night and monitored the animal. Dr. Bashoff entered a new program of the cat being groomed by its mother and the arching back and its twitching legs was replaced by a soothing, rhythmic purring. The EEG returned to a calm scribble. After fourteen hours of constant testing, Dr. Bashoff was ready to revive the cat from it drug- induced slumber. That's when we learned that the cat had entered into a comatose state. Regardless of the drugs introduced into its state, the cat never woke and the final program of it being cared for by its mother remained in its brain. The cat purred for weeks as we kept it a live for study and I began to realize that the animal was in peace-a pleasure-like state as it lived in the world that Bashoff and myself had created for it-living in perfect harmony. Bashoff tried to change the program once more to the barking dog, but it seemed that the cat was living eternally in the care of its dream mother. The cat, experiment J-278, never revived nor did it respond to any external stimuli. It purred non-stop, day and night. A month after that experiment, I had awakened from another dream-a dream where I relived the death of my love. I cried in such sorrow as I remembered every horrifying detail. I was close to slashing my wrists when I began to think of the experiment. I reasoned that if the cat could live in perpetual bliss I could as well. I climbed out of bed and walked to the wall where Jennifer's picture hung. I had one by my bed, but the eleven by fourteen portrait was the best by far and I drew strength by my memory of her. I sobbed then fell to my knees and cried openly as I begged for her to be in my arms, holding her angelic form, but all that came were tears so great and cold that I knew what I had to do. After a hot shower I thought of how I would proceed. As long as Bashoff didn't schedule any more experiments, I could pull it off. I needed the aid of the computer in the lab. I had to program the nannites, instill photos of Jennifer and create numerous sequences, sensory perceptions, scenery and lines of code that would ensure that if Bashoff attempted to bring me out of the program, the program would imprint itself upon every neuron and cell in my brain. I would be a vegetable for life-but fully alert and living life with Jennifer once more-uncaring of the real world. Chapter 3 On March 4th, 2000-Dr. Bashoff had left the lab for the weekend and I acted as if I were going to retire for the night and leave as well, but as soon as Dr. Bashoff's Lexus pulled away, I quickly returned to my station in the lab and began the computer work. I set to programing the imaging, adding a serene land-a garden of such beauty and color with a lake so crystal, fruit laden trees with colorful leaves that danced through the sweet kiss of the breeze and grass so green and soft that it would be like stepping on several inches of fine silk. In the distance were snow capped mountain peaks. In all, the world I was creating was Eden all over again. I wondered how God had felt as he applied the strokes of his finger to the canvass of life, creating everything to near perfection. All the information was stored on numerous CD-ROM disks and every disk was numbered. They held my life as it would be in my dream state and when I began, I would see all things as if they were actually happening. I added feel, the sense of sexual gratification and the ability to climax intensely as I lived non-stop with my love. I then entered a long-lived life filled with contentment and if I died during my altered state, then I would merely be passed on from this world into the next where I know my lover and my child await me. Chapter 4 Dr. Emil Bashoff sat in his study at home, smoking his cherry spiced tobacco through a Mahogany pipe, sorting through his research papers. He had done so much to escalate their studies. He was blessed to have recruited such a child genius as Dr. Brendon Harris and had it not been for his keen mind, they would be years away from their discovery. But Brendon had been somewhat distracted he noted and wondered what thoughts ran through the boy's mind. Such a brilliant mind. He had wished desperately for a son as bright as Brendon, but breast cancer had claimed his wife years ago leaving him alone to his work. As swirls of white-blue smoke billowed into the air, Emil slapped his forehead in annoyance as he remembered the latest results from the cat. He picked up his micro-cassette recorder and spoke, "March 4th, 2000: It has been a month since experiment J-278 was implemented. Long range monitoring reveals unremarkable EEG patterns. The feline's vital signs remain stable and nutrition continues IV. I was alerted by my assistant shortly before four PM this afternoon that the EEG showed a significant change. Erratic voltage spikes are present, indicative of past memories being introduced to the final program. It appears that past, negative experiences are being introduced sporadically causing heart rate and respiration to increase dramatically. It is my opinion that if this test animal continues under the final program, it will suffer madness. It is probable that the feline will most likely be terminated. It appears there are kinks in the research that need to be fixed prior to human testing. Note! Inform Dr. Harris of the latest findings." Emil switched off the recorder and took a puff on the dying bowl of tobacco. "Brendon's going to be angry I forgot to mention the set-back. Oh dear, well it isn't the first time." Chapter 5 I had worked long through Friday night into Saturday evening when I began to program the nannites with a series of specially tuned electronic signals. All of the data thus created was uploaded. I began the fail program which would lock the scheme into my mind, preventing anyone from reaching me. By twelve thirty-two AM Sunday morning, I had finished all programs. I worked non-stop without food and little water and no sleep. There would be plenty of time for sleep. I had no choice. I couldn't stand to be away from the only thing in my life I was living for. I would give up my life in the waking world to live the life I was meant to live. By five AM, I entered Dr. Bashoff's office and turned on the computer which sat on the desk. I typed away for five minutes and left the CPU and monitor running-then returned to the lab-removed my dress shirt and tie and crudely tied a tourniquet around my left arm. I slapped at the bend of my arm and the purple vein bulged as expected. I took an IV heparin lock and pierced the vein. I taped it into place and returned to the work counter. I filled the syringe with the Valium and steroid solution filled with thousands of programmed nannites and took a deep breath. I was frightened, but I had nowhere left to hide from my pain and loss and the more I hesitated, the more I thought of her ... the more my resolve to inject myself. I could see my uncle with the Smith and Wesson revolver, the anger on his face-eyes of hate-as Jennifer ran for her life. I could still see the fear upon her face as I tried to reach her before my uncle could, but I had stumbled over the curb of the street. My uncle Grant was looming over the girl and pointed the revolver at her as he cornered her and fired twice. "No! No! NOOOO!" I remembered screaming. But there were not enough denials, not enough imagination to cancel the horror of that day. I would have given up all love for her if I would have saved her life, but it was too late to take it back ... too late to turn the hands of time back. No. There was no rewind in this life, only fast forward. I took the syringe and poked the rubber head of the heparin lock with the needle and injected the solution into my vein. It would happen fast. I stood up and walked to the exam table in the center of the room and laid upon it. I wondered how it would be. Would this dose of liquid kill me or would it fulfill my desire? It remained to be seen. After nearly two minutes, I could feel the effects of the heavy weight of sleep beginning to wash over me. My fingers and toes, my arms and legs and my lips began to numb as I was being pulled into sleep ... then finally darkness. Part 2: The Garden of Good and Evil Chapter 1 "Hello, Brendon," A soft voice drifted over my shoulder. "I'm glad you could come." I turned to look over my shoulder and there in all of her beauty, in such perfection was the girl I had been separated from for over a year. She was the same girl that I had slept with numerous times, the same girl that lit the fire in my heart for days on end. I cried out and reached for her as I ran to her as fast as my legs would allow and finally, as the real world refused me to do-I reached her this time and wrapped my arms around her soft body-her hips, her chest to mine and my lips paying tribute to the lost vision of her for all these months. Our mouths were like molten lava as the brilliant heat churned and mixed, her honey sweet breath blowing into my mouth like a spirit seeking a host as we refused to let this moment slip. She had been gone from me for so long and for me to let go at this point scared me. I was scared that this heavenly vision would disappear from me, leaving me to yearn for her once more, but I remembered that I had taken steps to prevent me from being taken away. I held her tight as I slid my tongue into her mouth and felt the moistness of her own in mine. She moaned in desperation as our hungry mouths could not please that savage need for each other. Our arms slid up and down our backs, gently stroking and massaging ourselves as every minute ceased to exist. There was no time here. There was no night, nor any concept of day, week, month or year. No seasons, only eternity until my body in the waking world gave up and released my soul-allowing me to freely travel into eternity-where I hope God would be accommodating. We finally broke contact and Jennifer led me by the hand toward the shore of the crystal clear lake. Only in my dreams had I seen such a landscape of such beauty, that the vision of this new world would make Christopher Columbus jealous. I had found a new world where there were no cares or wants. I can only imagine what Heaven would be like. Jennifer pointed over the land as the breeze whispered through her hair, "This is all for us Brendon, our home and nothing or no one will ever take it from us." "I know. I've missed you more than you can imagine my love." "But I was never far. I was always in your heart and I knew you would come to me. I never gave up hope. Every time I was allowed out of this world, I would come to you in the night, but never allowed to touch you. But things have changed and we are free to live out our lives as one." We both kissed greedily as if the last of all air remained in our lungs and shared the remaining gasp. When I pulled away from her I took her under a magnolia tree and already set in place was a blanket and two long, fluffy pillows. She sat across from me as we both undressed, savoring the moment as each article of clothing slid off from our bodies. I reached for her, touching her plump, firm breast and sliding my hand around the curve of her bottom as my penis rubbed against the wiry pubic hairs that covered the perfection and glory of her sex. I pulled her to me and eased her back onto the blanket, resting her head upon the pillows-climbing over her-never breaking eye contact as I took hold of my flesh and directed it into the center of her vagina, pushing my throbbing cock deep into her until I felt her gasp and murmur as the tip of my manhood pressed against the very end of her. Her vaginal lips gripped and swallowed me whole as it invited me into its domain and I proceeded by thrusting as every outward pull seemed to make her gentle cunny suck my dick right back in with a strong suction. I returned my groin back into her now thrusting in religious, rhythmic movements as I looked deep into her eyes and I could see the story of my life, a story written with the beginning, the middle and no end. She moaned and grunted as I pushed and pulled, rocked in and out in glorious pumps. We both gasped intensely drawing in each other's breath as the pounding movements of flesh to flesh made the sound of smacking kisses, moist bodies blending, lips molding, hips grinding and lungs laboring for breath as they inhaled and exhaled wildly. Her gentle cries of pleasure and fulfillment were like songs of love as they sang the chorus that described the majesty of the moment. With every push inward, Jennifer met me as she pushed into me so my cock was hammering against her in powerful strokes, striking the softness of her precious womb-feeling the sheets of such fine softness of sweet tissue from within-that her vagina seemed to be making love to my sex of its own accord. I could feel her heart beating like the drums of a jungle tribe, thumping a chorus of beats that filled my own hammering chest, played with such passion that her moans and little gasping mewling sang in unison filling this garden with heavenly cries that seem to pierce the very fabric of this dream world. I pushed and drilled until sticky trickles of pre-cum began to leak from me like a mothering breast, issuing forth and providing my love with the milk of my loins. I moaned, then screamed in ecstacy as I felt the river of my seed begin to flow from me in a coursing, persistent stream. Jennifer could feel the heat of my orgasm as my cock swelled to new dimensions that felt as if my flesh bulged and pulsed against the delicate tissues of her vagina. She was in the throes of her own climax that her earlier chorus of her sweet beating heart and moans were replaced by laboring, howling gasps of air in tune with an accelerating beat. She flexed and writhed on the ground beneath me and trembled as the surge of my groin drilled deep and withdrew in a final short series of stabs which blossomed into a crescendo ... then faded into memory as I was washed away into eternity. We rested under the boughs of the tree as the wind brushed its lips upon the prancing leaves that bore its fruit. The sky was a perfect blue, the water cool and still as a pond and in the distance a few birds streaked across the sky in such elegance and grace that they appeared as angels. I stroked her soft skin and planted affectionate kisses upon her lips, feeling every desire that they conveyed in hunger. I was not sorry for bestowing upon myself the fruits of Dr. Bashoff's labor. I was thankful that he had invited me into his research and gave me the tools to be where I was. Chapter 2 "No! Brendon! My god what have you done to yourself?" Emil Bashoff cried. He lifted the receiver to the phone and dialed 911 and spoke in hurried tones as he described the situation. He hung the phone up once he gave the address and floor level of the lab and applied electrodes to Brendon's chest. The Ekg monitor pinged away as he saw the spikes rise and fall. Brendon appeared to be stable. Dr. Bashoff attempted to reverse the effects of the nannites, but to his shock he saw that the harder he tried crashing the program, the strong the effects became. It did not make sense to Emil. Everything he tried only complicated and further baffled the scientist. It seemed to him as if there was a fail-safe program wired into Brendon's head. "There is nothing we can do for him," Dr. Bashoff told Dr. Petersen, "whatever he did, whatever program this stupid boy inserted to the nannites will turn on him like a wild animal." "Why was he left alone with this ... this impossible experiment," Petersen replied, "he was a kid who just found his father's loaded handgun and you helped him pull the trigger!" "I did no such thing!" Bashoff raised his voice. "He is a boy I thought I could take under my wing and teach and instead he ... he pulls this shit!" "Didn't he know the risks of the experiment ... this new development?" "No. I forgot to pass it onto him before he subjected himself to the tests." "What will happen to him?" "He'll enjoy himself now, but as time goes on, the programs he installed will slowly deteriorate, letting in past dreams, good or bad into his mind and it can kill him. Remember the old wive's tale? You die in your dream ... you die in real life?" Together, they both stood watching as Doctor Brendon Harris dreamed ... dreamed. Chapter 3 I entered her again with the enthusiasm of a young boy burying his untouched cock into a virgin girl. I applied my groin into her with such a religious thrusting that I could have timed the number of pelvic pumps per minute. It was all designed wonderfully and I felt as if one life time wasn't sufficient to ease the heat that lay within, burning bright and hot, melting the core of my soul and replacing it with the glowing embers of steel. It was as if every breath, every beat of the heart and every drop of our cool beads of sweat were planned by god-in perfection and in love- as the hands of glory touched our young lives and blessed us with far too much desire and need. From her voluptuous mouth issued forth such staccato notes of blessed cries as I pounded and drove my penis deeper than before, more persistent than the first time, eager and ravenous for more of my sweet love as I threaded myself into her with desperation. I groaned in delight and murmured in gasping breaths as I felt those soft, gentle folds of her cunny wrapping themselves upon the shaft of my sliding cock. The intensity of that mouth between her legs that swallowed my cock whole chewed and licked me internally that it took no time to feel the streams of sperm coming out of me in drops at first, then strings of pearl. I shot one glob of my seed after another and the ferocity of this orgasm seemed to last as if portrayed as a film held out in slow motion. I was grateful that dreams could and did come true for me. A few more trickles of sperm shot out from me when I collapsed upon her, into her, held by her loving arms. That was when I heard the peel of thunder. It detonated in a blast nearby and I looked up and saw the blue of the sky was now replaced by the darkest grey that I have seen. The wind that was just above a breeze was now a cyclonic fury. The limbs of the tree rocked and creaked with every gust. The water on the lake that was quiet and unmoving looked more like a surging sea, swells churning, tides on the shore ebbing and flowing with a hateful surge that the water sprayed into the furious wind as if spitting into my face in defiance of me. My heart raced as the worst fear filled me. Beneath me, I noticed Jennifer was gone. I was alone ... standing naked in this garden of good and evil as I cried her name out. Nothing but this storm from hell answered me in return. Fingers of bright hot, white electricity slithered out between the clouds and struck near. Loud, heavy explosions of thunder rocked the garden. The light of the day was now swallowed by this storm that I could barely see. Soon the garden slowly faded and was replaced by a familiar scene, a scene that I cursed many times when the agents of hell came to me in the night and reminded me of the past, like a bitter friend. The house ... Jennifer's home of fifteen years was now before me in spite of the raging storm, every detail mimicked in clear, defined lines of memory as I heard screaming ... then watched as Jennifer emerged from around the corner of the house, running in long, desperate strides trying to out run her father who was just behind, running in a mad dash with intent to kill. "Daddy Please!" I heard her say. "Dear God No!" I cried. I ran as fast as I could and felt the fat heavy drops of rain now falling against my face as I ran from one side of the street to the next. The road was deserted and the only activity I saw were the two phantoms of history, repeating itself. I ran as hard as I could. I could feel my feet beginning to lose ground as my bare feet slid from under me. I hit the macadam with a painful thud that I could feel my teeth chattered in my mouth. Then two loud blasts that were nowhere as heavy as thunder, sliced through the cursing mouth of the storm. I looked up and saw my uncle Grant standing over Jennifer and knew, sensed that Jennifer had once more submitted to death. I cried ... cried as if my heart had been torn all over again, feeling the loss and the pain of failing to help my lover. "JENNIFER! OH GOD!" I cried so bitterly that my heart was on the verge of quitting. I fell to my knees and buried my knees in what should have been perfectly green grass, now replaced by worm infested mud. Then I saw it all over again. It was all replaying over again. My dream was repeating itself. No matter how hard I tried, I could never reach her and over and over I watched my lover executed in cold blood. Play. Rewind. Play. Rewind. Over and over the scene was looped in a continual motion. There was no pause button that I could mentally reach out to and freeze this maddening vision. As the scene played out I looked down to the muddy earth and thought of where I went wrong-what wrong step I took-then realized that I couldn't stop this hell. I was trapped. I remembered that I had planted a command to imprint the program to my brain so that nothing or nobody could bring me out. Chapter 4 Dr. Bashoff watched from the intensive care unit at John Hopkins as Brendon struggled for weeks and weeks as the seventeen year-old child prodigy slowly self-destructed into an emaciated piece of humanity-wasting into nothingness-watching the boy as his arms violently twitched, his eyes rolling under their lids. Bashoff knew that Brendon was going insane. He couldn't bare to watch him suffer in this hell. He sat by his bed and held the boy's sweaty, gripping hand and stroked it and cried as he knew what he had to do. Whatever demons had plagued Brendon in his past were now living in his dream world. The boy would know no peace and would crack mentally until his mind dissolved into jelly. Bashoff stood and reached up to the Hewlett-Packard Ekg monitor and stilled the alarm. He placed a loving kiss to Brendon's sweating forehead and cried as he turned off the respirator and watched as the complexes on the Ekg slowed and widened until the beats per minute fell from over one hundred down to forty ... then to flatline. Chapter 5 The wind howled and never ceased. The rain fell in biblical proportions as the scene of murder and failure replayed before me. I closed my eyes the first few thousand times, even saw myself making love to Jennifer only to see her beautiful face dissolve into a putrid corpse writhing with maggots. I sensed the onset of my own insanity as it crept over me like a blanket of churning insects. How could I endure this much longer? How could I stop this satanic vision? The answer was quiet clear. I couldn't. It was here to stay and I was to blame for my own disposition in this world. Several thousand more repeats of Jennifer's demise acted out before me when I felt I was being pulled away by unseen hands. I had wondered how many hours or days had passed since this nightmare became real. Nevertheless, the tugging hands seemed to grip me and terror like no terror I had ever experienced flooded me. I was being pulled to somewhere ... a place. I shut my eyes and curled into a ball as I screamed in agonized breaths as the coldness of my world was replaced by warmth and peace. The sound of the raging storm, the hiss of leaves and tree limbs subsided and I found myself being propelled rapidly through what appeared to be a tunnel ... driven through the blackest of blackest until I saw my life, every part of it, scenes of my past, every word, every action; then I saw stars, worlds, comets, black holes and numerous galaxies passing until they all swept by as if I had been swept up into a warp of time and space, exceeding the boundaries and laws of physics. I was back into that dark black tunnel once more traveling faster than speed itself that at the end of this darkness was a tiny pin-prick of light that rushed to greet me. Still there was no fear as I approached the light and then I sensed that I was no longer alone. There were two beings of such height and of such beauty that I knew that they were angels. I knew I was dead. Had I lived for years in that recycled dream of torment or had I been so inane with fear that my heart ruptured causing me to die?. It didn't matter. I was dead and free from the dream. I became aware of all knowledge of every secret in history, every mystery that had ever existed without rhyme or reason ... became clear. The sense of love, of peace grew stronger as I reached the end of the tunnel. Before me such a brilliance of light and color assaulted my eyes. This was far greater than any world I could have conjured up in my mind. Then a solitary figure approached me, bathed in bright light that I could not make out the features on this being's visage. I could see the hair ... a pure white as wool as it approached. I bowed my head in humility and respect. Then in words of such clarity, I heard the musical tones of a voice that I remembered. I lifted my face and saw that the white hair belonged to Jennifer. She was radiant and far more beautiful than she had been in the world and eyes a color I had never seen before and they held more love in them than all the world could hold or comprehend. "Jennifer?" I said. "I was waiting for you Brendon. I knew you would come." She said. "Once you started dreaming and even after I died on earth, I knew you would come to me through your dreams. I was scared to die, but I'm glad I did." "Is all this real? Is this another dream?" I asked. "Your earthly body died Brendon. You were brought here to the Heavenly Father's kingdom where you will never know fear or the end of time, where you will find no dreams for sleep does not exist. I have been promised and saved for you. Come." Jennifer touched me with an amplified softness never felt before and she led me through one impossibility after another and saw people that I knew and had died before me. Jennifer had led me from one place to another until we reached a meadow of such color and beauty that it all paled in comparison to what I created before my death. It was there where I truly made love to my lover for all the ages. It is without question that I will live eternally without age and without end-sharing this incomprehensible adoration-exchanging feelings of such mystery that it would take me an eternity to grasp the grandeur of my heavenly world. I have yet to meet my child, but I know he or she will be beautiful and I can hardly wait for the rest of eternity. The End If you liked this story (even if you did not) feel free to contact me! toddsayre@hotmail.com P.S. I was stoned (on pain meds) while writing this and I hope if I made a major error, please forgive me! -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+