I was doing laundry at our old apartment. After checking its progress, I went back to our apartment. Shortly afterwards there was a knock on the door. I opened it and saw a tall, skinny black man. He introduced himself as having just recently moved into the apartment. He seemed really nice, though with something troubling him. He told me that he didn't know how to say this, so he would just blurt it out instead. He touched my shoulder and said, "That is my shirt."

I looked down and the shirt I was wearing was B's oversized black Henley. It was quite large on me, and would have been enormous on this skinny man. But I also knew that I had taken it from the laundry room, so it could have been quite possibly his shirt. I asked him when he had lost it, but he would not answer me. He became more and more flustered and upset. He threatened me then left before becoming violent. I wasn't scared, only bewildered.

I closed the door and turned away, confused, when I heard another knock on the door. I opened it and before me was a petite black woman with her hair swept up and back into a neat chignon. She introduced herself as the man's wife, and I could immediately tell that she was quite well tempered. She informed me that her husband was quite upset over the shirt, and was wondering how we could resolve the situation.

I asked her when her husband had lost his shirt; she said it had been about a month ago, at the time when they had just moved in. Relieved, I told her that I had gotten this shirt months ago, before summer had started. She, also relieved, apologized for accusing me and thanked me for being honest and patient with her and her husband. She left and I shut the door.

The world was quite different than it is now, though I couldn't explain how. The people acted different, the air felt different. Like the world was moving on.

I was at a pet store looking for collars for my dogs Max and Chile. The store attendant went looking for some, and pulled off of the very highest, dustiest shelf a large plastic package. Inside were many weird things to be sold in a pet shop, one of which was a dog collar made of paper ribbon: the stuff used to wrap presents. It was light blue and the ends were curled. I asked the attendant if she had anything else, and she didn't. I decided to put an old belt around Max's neck and the ribbon on Chile.

Back home, I was talking with someone and could hear the dogs fighting pretty nastily. I was asked to do something about it, so I went in search of my dogs. Even though I could distinctly hear them fighting, I could not find them no matter how hard I looked. The house was filled with a lot of people as if for a party. But this was no party - because the world was moving on, all of these people now lived in the same house. I wasn't panicking, but I desperately needed to find the dogs.

All of a sudden something happened that posed immediate danger on everyone in the house. People started panicking, and I ran outside. There is where I found my mother; I needed to get her to safety. She was standing by a bunch of large bushes, and I tried to coax her towards the garden. She was acting dumb - as if she had grown so senile that she didn't know who she was and didn't care. I lead her by the hand towards the large garden that was placed up against a large stone wall covered in ivy.

As we neared the garden, we passed through what looked like the home and garden center of Kmart. A girl standing there suggested that we grab a chair. I thought that a wonderful idea and grabbed two - one for my mom and one for me. The chairs were peach and had large cushions on them. The one I grabbed for mom was a lounging chair, while the one I grabbed for myself was merely and upright chair. I gave mom the chair I had grabbed for her and took a hold of her hand again.

Then it was night and I was in a dirty nook in the forest and offered myself to a man. My dreaming self knew who he was, though my waking self does not. I was wearing a long, heavy, and dirty skirt. He took me and we had brief sex - this was our first sexual experience with the other. I left him and went through the trees and came into a desolate area, almost like the town square. All of the surrounding buildings were crumbling. Almost all of the townspeople were there, all separated into family clans.

I found my family and ran to them. My mother, father, and sister looked nothing like my family in my waking life, but my dreaming self thought nothing of it. My parents were both in their mid- or late- thirties, and my sister was a few years younger than I. There was an air of urgency within the family to leave the area. When we finally decided to go, the man with whom I had just had sex with appeared and asked my little sister to marry him. I was furious because I had thought he and I were going to marry - but he probably wanted a virgin for his wife to ensure he would be the father of her children. I was very upset, but couldn't share my reasons with my family in fear of being cast out. This man came with us when we left, him being my sister's fiancé and all.

We were driving in a suburban-type vehicle away from our home and towards something hopefully better. My mother was driving, my father sitting behind her and to my right, my sister in the front passenger seat, I in the middle back seat, and my sister's fiancé to my left. The steering wheel was on the right side of the car. We were driving up a hill, and as the road took a sharp left turn, a fiercely strong wind began to blow and shake the suburban up a bit. We continued our climb and the wind got worse. It was as though something or someone was trying to keep us from the top of the hill.

The wind had a white hue to it, as though it were fog blowing at us instead of clear wind. While doing her best to keep us on the right path, my mother aloud wondered what in the world was doing this to us. Then the wind became even stronger, picking up the suburban and holding it in place ten feet or so above ground. After a few moments my father piped up with what he was certain was the answer: cotton. The cotton was blowing us around and that's why we were above ground: the cotton had piled up underneath us.

As the rest of the family pondered on this suggestion, I knew how silly and incorrect it was. I suggested quite loudly that everyone bail out of the vehicle as soon as possible. We opened the doors and all jumped out. At that time, the wind abruptly quit and the suburban landed on the ground with a loud band. We ran away from the vehicle as fast as we could. As we were going, I turned and yelled something about my dogs. Max and Chile were still in the suburban and I was worried that they would be injured. But my father grabbed me and pulled me along with the rest of the family; there was no time to go back.

We were now in a different city and it was still nighttime. The skyline of this new city was very impressive, similar to that of any large city like New York or Los Angeles. I looked up and pointed out the starts to the family. They were in very obvious and large constellations. Over one building was the constellation of a red bull with two horns and a ring in its nose. It looked very familiar to me. Then the bull started moving and running, and a cowboy constellation (uncolored) appeared and started wrestling with it. I was in awe at this spectacle. I got all excited when I realized I knew what constellation it was that we were seeing. I grabbed my sister's fiancé, standing to my right, and told him the significance of the bull and cowboy - it was very important and I was very proud to know it.

We walked into a busy restaurant for a bite to eat. The line was pretty long though we waited for a very short time. A waiter came and got us. There were tables crowding the place and it appeared as though they were all full; there were tables and booths right up to the edge of the entryway. We stepped out of the entryway and stood in between a booth and a table. I looked over into the bar and saw a room full of empty tables. Right there by another person's booth, the waiter asked if he could take our order. I found it odd that he would do this before seating us. I hadn't the chance to look at a menu and was trying to find one on a nearby table to grab. I saw one underneath a little girl's plate, but I couldn't read it and it would be ride to just take it.

Then we were in the room full of empty tables; the family was sitting down at a large round table near the wall and I remained standing. I asked the waiter where the other family had gone, the one that was sitting at this very table; they had been the only people in this room. Neither he nor anyone else in my family knew of whom I spoke. I sat in a chair facing the wall between my father and my sister's fiancé.

From the opposite corner of the room came a large bat. It landed on my sister's back and attacked her with its wings. She freaked out and her fiancé grabbed it and tossed it to the floor. It lay there unmoving as if it were dead. Everyone but me turned back to the table. I watched as the bat became outlined in red and rose up to attack again. I tried to say something, but I couldn't.

I was at Revival Town and Dana had prepared pancake batter for snacks afterwards. Damon, Beth, and I were in the kitchen preparing the pancakes. I was standing with my left side toward the stove and Beth was standing right in front of and facing me. She was standing so close that we were almost touching. Damon was standing behind her and facing me - he was also standing so close to Beth that he was almost touching her. The closeness didn't seem odd at all, only necessary for us all to be in that room at the same time. The kitchen was very narrow and it allowed no movement in the kitchen at all; the room was only large enough to hold the three of us and the stove.

I was the one cooking, and I had tongs to turn the pancakes. The pancakes were on a griddle that was placed very high. I had to reach up above my shoulder to get the tongs underneath the cooking pancake. The pancake was very thick and looked more like a pie than a pancake. I tried very hard to flip it over to cook the other side, but to no avail. A few times the pancake dropped back onto the same side, and a few times it landed on its edge. I was afraid that the bottom would burn, but I was still unable to flip it over.

There was a planet whose inhabitants were doomed for destruction. The end of their world was going to be by natural means - a star exploding, for instance. Being their neighboring planet, we had to find some way to save them. A gentleman (B?) and I came up with the plan to save them all. He instructed everyone on the planet who could to go to Brooklyn and wait for us. I couldn't quite understand why he had chosen Brooklyn, but he told me that he had his reason and I need to trust him.

His plan was to separate that one city from the rest of the planet. The rotation of the two planets would cause the drifting city to land on the safe planet. I mentioned the possibility of the section landing upside down and squishing the survivors, but the man told me that it would work according to his plan.

We went onto the surface of this planet in order to help those inhabitants into Brooklyn. This is when he told me why he chose Brooklyn. The city of Brooklyn, he said, has many hiding places inside buildings. Because the people of Brooklyn are always hiding from someone, they are used quite frequently and are often of a good sturdy quality. He instructed the people to hide in those holes inside of their homes. We went into a persons home and he showed me where some of the hiding holes were located. There was one behind a kitchen cupboard, another under the couch, and another in a bunk bed.

He crawled into the hole in the bunk bed and comforted a small crying girl. We felt the ground move a bit and we knew that the land upon which we were standing was now separated from the dying planet. The man spoke with the children for some time, telling them all about our planet, and I stood standing in the kitchen, watching him. I kept having a visual of the section of land becoming upturned and landing on the new planet in such a fashion so as to squash every living person on it.

B and I were outside on a grassy hill on a warm and sunny day. He was sitting and playing some video game. I came up behind him, tapped his left shoulder, and said, "Twenty minutes?" He grinned, turned his attention away from his game and towards me. We proceeded to have an intense kissing session. We were under blankets and I was on top of him for the majority of the time. We rolled and rolled, and I ended back up straddling him. I leaned forward, making my shirt fall forward and down, exposing most of my breasts - I could see all the way through my shirt.

I then heard my mother clear her throat very loudly. B and I stopped what we were doing and I poked my head out from under the covers. Standing beside us I saw my mother, another lady, and her little girl. My mom told me to come with them; they needed my help. I followed them, and my mom told me that she almost found out more about me than she had ever wanted to know. She was disturbed about coming upon B and I like that, even though we are married.

I followed them to a little building where we went to a corner of one room. The other lady instructed the cute little girl to squat and pull down her panties. I stood watching as my mother and this lady cheered on this little girl, supporting and encouraging her. I was very unsure of what was going on, and I was not instructed as to what to do to help, so I just watched. The little girl managed to squeeze out a few drops of clear urine onto the concrete floor. Her mother and mine were very happy. They let her get up; she ran to me and started climbing up a wooden pole right in front of me. I helped her a bit, but then I noticed that she had climbing shoes with the spikes on her feet and could easily climb the pole. She was very happy.

Her mother was talking to someone on her cell phone when the girl was climbing and we all discovered that the girl was going to have to try again. The whole scenario replayed itself until the little girl squeezed out a few more drops onto the floor. Her mother let her get up and she ran to me again to start climbing the pole. However, this time she was barefoot and was unable to climb the pole.

Damon had received his new keyboard in the mail and it was smashed into so many pieces that it was unrecognizable. Everyone was very upset that it was broken and that we would have to wait another week for the new one. Then the next day, another keyboard arrived. We were very shocked that they had sent two because Damon only ordered one. This second keyboard was in perfect condition.

B and I were having sex in the back of my home church's sanctuary. We were in such a position that I could look out the window and see the front steps. I was on the bottom with my legs wrapped around his hips as he was pumping away. He said something and I stopped what I was doing and responded. I was not in the mindset for sex, but did not mind at all that we were making love. Then B told me that if I wasn't going to orgasm, then hold on tight. So I reached forward and grabbed a hold of his hips for his orgasm.

Afterwards, I was lying on top of him with my head on his shoulder and my hand on his chest. It was a very comforting and peaceful position. I looked up and saw a woman from that church walking up the front steps and into the entryway. I didn't want anyone to know what we had been doing, and I knew that whoever walked into the sanctuary would be able to tell immediately.

She walked in and glanced at us with a disproving, knowing look. She asked for B's help, and he went to help her. He was fully clothed and I noticed a wet spot on his white pants. I was confused because we had both been naked while in the midst of intercourse, but the wet spot would indicate that we were both fully clothed and were dry-humping, in a sense. He was embarrassed about it and tried to cover it up, but to no avail.

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