I was acting in a play and B’s dad was acting as my father. We were on stage performing and I had forgotten all of my lines for one crucial scene. I made most of my lines up and got off stage as fast as possible.

The other actors were slightly panicked and one whispered to me that B’s dad really needed to have the item I was supposed to give him during that scene.

I went back on stage and, in character, told him that I had forgotten to give something to him; I still couldn’t remember any of my lines. Without the item, the play couldn’t have continued.

Four women were laying on their backs beside each other naked. Me and three other people leaned over them and sucked on their breasts.

I was riding a motorcycle with a group of guys, and Robert Greaves was on a bike in front of me. We stopped at a mall and went inside; the hallways were empty.

I felt the edge of this black leather chaps and saw that on the front of his right thigh was the Levi’s logo in silver. I asked him where he bought them because I needed to buy chaps.

There was a scene with the owner and a few other people in the store. A student had charged him with cheating. My group sneaked out a back door, down a few steps, and emerged in an alley behind the mall. I wondered aloud how we were going to find out way back to where we parked.

A photographer took my picture and needed to take Ryan Derry’s photo. We were deep in a forest, and the photographer wanted to get higher above the treetops to get the sky and mountains behind him in the picture.

The photographer and I climbed up a level and Ryan looked up onto it. He said that he wouldn’t go any further. He pointed to a tiny smudge of red on a leaf and said that his dad had fallen and cut himself there just yesterday.

I sat at a piano with a 5-year-old girl, and she asked me to teach her a song. I showed her where E is because that was the starting note of the song, then realized I should show her C first. When I showed her C, I realized that I showed her the C above middle C, giving her no frame of reference.

Feeling I was making it too complicated, I told her to try and follow me. I slowly played Three Blind Mice an octave above her and had her copy me. She soon gave up copying me and just plunked around.

I let her plunk and moved to the recliner chair next to the piano. Matt was already in the chair, but there was a bit of room on his right and I slid in sideways. The chair was only meant for one person, and I was sitting on top of him more than next to him.

My right knee slid over his thigh and my breasts pressed against his chest. I knew that he could see down my shirt, so I leaned forward to cover my chest with my head, and I held my bra in my mouth.

I could tell I was having quite an effect on him and I did what I could to inadvertently arouse him more. I leaned in closer to tell him something, making sure he could see far down my shirt. I mentioned how easy it was to press into his groin with my knee, demonstrated, and he rearranged himself.

I leaned over him and passionately kissed him then leaned back. He kept his eyes closed.

I was having dinner at Karen’s house. Her husband, Scott, was extremely quite during dinner. He was a dentist, and after dinner he put a girl into his dentist chair.

Using a cast saw, he cut her left hand cleanly off. Everyone laughed, amazed at how fast and clean the cut was. He held her arm up and we could see her red flesh surrounding white bone just above her wrist. There was no blood, and the girl was very happy.

I stood in my parents’ basement looking out the window into the dark night. The lights inside were turned off and I stood beside the window curtains. I walked into the kitchen area and ate some fresh strawberries as I looked out that window. I watched a car drive up the driveway; it was too dark to see who it was. They could not see me because I was hidden. I had an orgasm.

An older man who was an authority figure (maybe my boss?) offered to take me on a trip to Hawaii. I was very excited. I told him that I was allergic to the sun but still really wanted to go.

I had assumed we would be in separate rooms until a friend said that he might have other motives and might want to share a room with me. “That cannot be,” I asserted, “I’m married.”

I stood on the beach in Hawaii wearing a sarong. He wanted to show me his secret hideout, and led me to a manhole cover hidden in some bushes. There was a secret spy operation being held underground there, and the manhole cover was its entrance. He went down first, and I contemplated how I would maneuver with my sarong.

I was part of a small group of castaways. We had made a life for ourselves in a deserted area and had become quite comfortable. We found out about an invasion coming from the south and sent a scout to check on the invader’s distance from our home and their progress.

While the scout was gone we removed all evidence of our life. The larges man in our group held large paddles over his shoulders. An extremely large clock was released from the cliff wall and landed on his shoulder paddles; he took the clock away to hide it.

The scout returned and told us that the invaders were right around the corner. We attacked them while we still had the element of surprise. I had a knife and stabbed and sliced at everyone that came my way.

I sliced one girl’s throat but she wasn’t hurt by the wound. She was about my age. I dropped my knife and stabbed her repeatedly with a white Bic pen. She wouldn’t die. She had very long dark hair; I put my arm around her neck and pulled backwards with a lot of force, hoping to break her neck. She did not struggle or fight back, but her neck would not break.

I let go of her and she followed her group north, as a different group from the north headed south. I ran north to see where that king was going and what they were like, then ran south to inspect that king. I needed to decide which king I would follow.

I ended up following the king who was going north. We made it to a secret dungeon chamber and sat down at a long elegant table for an elaborate dinner. I sat with Tina and the girl I had tried to kill—the princess—at the end opposite the king. Everyone was dressed elaborately except me; I felt out of place.

I was a king and in a round room with curved walls. I tore 3-inch diameter pipes off of the wall and threw them into a pile in the center of the room.

The pipes seemed to regenerate themselves and reappeared almost as fast as I could tear them down. They made a very satisfying CLINK as they came off the wall and a BOOM when they landed in the pile on the floor.

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