The Message

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It was a strange dream. I could see the castle on the island's hillside. It was so real and there were people with me that I didn't recognize. However they seemed very familiar and I was rather open to them.

"It's just there waiting to be found you know." One voice told me. I turned to see the face and there was no one there.

"Wait.. don't leave me!" I cried out as the mists turned dark and the feeling of choking came over me and I bolted upright in my bed gasping for breathe.

I looked around as the room became cleared from the sleepy haze. "That's it I am starting something."

Later that day I logged into this site that talked about dreams sometimes being clues to forgotten past lives. That sounded interesting and so I decided that I would see if any one else had these unique dreams.

(not a real site) I started to incorporate a site www.dreamsrelived.com. I mused over the opening statement as I typed away. Dreams give us hopes and goals, they can forewarn of danger and bring peace or pain to our slumbering forms. Yet there are some of us that have such vivid dreams that you can touch or find the place that comes to your nightly visions. Explore the possiblities with me, your guide, Meri. First meeting is at the Cantee Corner at seven o'clock here in Lansing, MI. Hope to see you there.

grinning I modeled the clouds to encircle the posts received and I would get a flag when someone posted to the articles. I even had a page that was devoted to dreams do you wish that someone could interept. Post it here and others like you might have the insight that you are seeking. However I would be the only one that sees them for now as I wondered if there would be any takers.

Frank

I had a wierd dream last night, and just thinkihg about it I did a search for dreams on the net, and found a local group meeting tonight at te Cantee Coirner.

I called to my sweet little bride and asked if she would like to join me, and we decided to go and see what other people thought.

Natalie

I loved Frank but he was the silliest, most odd man I had ever met. Our marriage was one of those, "I'll learn to like you becuase your family is rich like mine" type marriages, and him being so much older, my family basically arranged the whole thing. We dated for about 6 months then got married. I have to admit, I have grown a soft spot for the man, besides the fact that he is amazing in bed.

When he asked me to go with him to this meeting, I giggled and rolled my eyes wondering what kind of grand scheme he was going to waste his money on this week. Thank god he at least had the money to waste, I should know.

I grabbed my most recently bought designer bag and put on my over priced shoes; my entire outfit costed more then what most people pay for a new couch. That was the way I had to have everything, top of the line, the more expensive and over-priced, the better.

We slipped into the benz limo, not wanting to make a scene using the stretch; although I preferred it. I put my sunglasses on and kissed my oddity of a husband.

"Honey, I love you , but I think you have totally lost it this time."

I held his hand on my lap and let a girly,soft giggle escape my lips.

Sherri

...First meeting is at the Cantee Corner... I read again, smiling a little to myself and shaking my head. Crazy people who'd show up at something like that. I sighed, trying to ignore the sneaking wish to be one of them.

Too far away. What an absurd idea to be so drawn to. Even if I could afford to fly across the country to get there, Which I can't. As absurd as how drawn I'd felt on waking, from the house in the dream, and still felt all these years later.

There had been others dreams after that first one, dreams that were different, yet somehow connected. Dreams about the park behind the house, at night, dreams about places I'd gone to on nearby streets. All somehow connected to the narrow house in San Francisco with the stretch of stairs leading up to the dark house with the ornate front door.

In the dream, I'd never made it inside, instead running back down the steps to the park. The whole dream took place at night, the fog over the tree covered hillside lit by strong moonlight that made strong shadows.

Somehow I knew that I lived in that house I was running from but not why I was running. Was it away from something or someone in the house? Toward a lover? Or just running for the joy of running barefoot through dewy grass at night?

Something told me that the dream was of times past. A past life perhaps? And yet, I'd felt so drawn by the place, that over the years, I'd actually tried to find it. Whenever my husband and I were in San Francisco, I'd felt compelled to ask to please, please, if we have time, could we just try one more street? My husband was kind and indulgent but over the years he'd run out of patience and I'd given up, anyway, thinking that somehow I'd made up a non-existent street, despite how real it felt.

Then a week ago, just after idly reading the website about dreams that I'd happened upon via Google, we'd gone up to the City to buy a used car and driven down 19th Avenue and I known this was it. That the house was on this stretch of 19th, that it would be on the left, almost at the corner, just before a park. There was a park, at 19th Ave and Wiwona Street, and almost at the corner, just two doors down, was the house.

There it was. The real house. Ridiculous. It existed. Someone had painted its somber exterior light blue but that was it. As we past it in the car, suddenly I started recognizing things. Known where the streetcar went. Knew which old stores were coming up next, though I couldn't recall ever being there.

We were too busy to stop, too busy now attending to children in the car and their needs to even discuss it.

And what was there to discuss? I'd had a dream a long time ago, and now I'd seen the real house. So what.

Others like me might have insight, I read, pursing my lips in amusement. Yeah, right. Well I didn't expect to be getting any emails soon, and if I did they'd probably be from some flakey self-nominated psychic, trying to sell their services, or sending me some 'insight' as generic as a horoscope.

Still, there seemed no harm in posting. Feeling foolish, especially when I noticed how fast my heart was beating, I hurriedly posted the dream, then went on to other things and forgot about it.

Katie Winters

I bit my lip in frustration at the traffic. Willis' words still rang in my ear about how this was one of my wilder ideas and he was having no part in it.

Willis, my boyfriend of three years, had put up with alot. Maybe that's why I stayed with him. Because, of all the people I knew, he was able to let me just go off and do my thing with the only comment being, a roll of his eyes. It was...comfortable.

But now, when I tried to explain exactly why I had to go to this meeting, why I had looked up dreams on the web and found the site, about the dream itself...he didn't want to hear it.

I gave another sigh and the traffic moved forward so I made my turn and arrived a few minutes before the meeting.

Getting out of the car, I stood looking at the place and wondered if I would find any answers here or if it was a wild goose chase after all.

I was sitting in the back corner and waited for my guests to arrive. The serving girl was informed to send any guests to the spot that the manager had deemed to give me. I was thankful for hs friendship since he and I were longtime friends.

I welcomed each one that arrived and offered the drinks and showed them the buffet table with snacks and desserts for their time while I waited in case there might be just one more.

A older man entered and a young gal hung on his arm. I smiled at them both as the introductions were made. "Hi. I'm your guide Meri. It is a pleasure to meet you both and I hope that you glean as much from this gathering as I do. Make yourselves a platter as the buffet is there to enjoy and drinks at the counter. You may sit anywhere at the round table with the gold tablecloth just take care not to spill anything upon it."

I learned that he was Frank and she was his wife, Natalie.

I watched and hoped that Sherri would be arriving for her dream like mine seemed to be a form of a beckon and that calling could only be answered and like my dream giving a sense of unending.

I smiled politely as my husband introduced us, I kept my arm around him, somewhat nervous, looking around.

At least there are drinks... I thought to myself, I ordered a martini and sipped it as Frank Helped himself to the buffet. I giggled watching him fill a plate. He came to sit with me, with a large plate in hand, looking like he had put the entire buffet on his plate. I stole a shrimp and giggled; eating it while he shook his head disaprovingly, he poked me playfully and told me I would pay for that later tonight.

I kissed his lips softly and laughed as we sat and waited for the meeting to begin. Curiousity had gotten the best of me and now I too was curious to find out about this whole shin-dig.

Sherri

Shaking my head angrily, I didn't know which was more frustrating, arriving late, or arriving at all.

When my sister-in-law invited both kids for an impromptu day of several days, I'd looked hopefully at my husband who only gave me a regretful shrug. He'd be working, so I'd have those days alone. What the hell, I thought. If this is to be a vacation, rather than spend it home alone, I'd go to that silly gathering. Once the decision was made, almost seemed to be made for me, the way things had fallen into place, I tossed a bag into the car, and started driving. On the way, the urgency became excitement. Why not? It's the sort of thing I'd have done 25 years ago, if I'd had a car and enough money for gas.

But pulling in to the parking lot, the qualms returned. What did I think I was doing, a hard-to-admit, middle-aged woman with a family doing something so quixotic? Still, that faint tingle going through me, well-remembered from long-ago, told me this was the right thing.

Peeking my head through the doorway, glad I'd thought to dress decently, in something other than soccer-mom gear, I slipped quietly in wondering if I'd be noticed. Wondering if I wanted to be.

Katie

I entered and went over to where the others were sitting. You couldn't miss it.

The hostess had provided a buffet and drinks so I figured it was going to be a long session. Introducing myself, I took a seat at a table alone and sat down, ordering wine and waiting for the meeting to begin.

W e helped ourselves to the buffet.; There was enough food for a crowd, but so far it was pretty thin. I was the only guy, and there were four women, one of whom was my little bride.

It seemed they were waiting to give more folks a chance to arrive, but finally we all sat down and the speaker introduced herself, and started to discuss dreams.

Then she asked esach of us to rise and describe a recent interesting dream. I thought about mine when one of the ladies stood up and started talking.

Jane

I walked into the meeting late. There was only one man there, and a number of women. One was on her feet talking about her strange dream. She finished soon after I arrived, and I hadnt heard much of her "confession" so kept silent, but the moderator at the front of the room asked a question or two,and invited the other attendees to comment if they liked.

It wasnt a matter of criticizing her. It was an effort to analyze what caused the dream, and its ramifcations in her real worldly life.

Then she asked who would like to be next. I had heard just enough to realize what was going on, so I rose and started to speak. Another lady did likewise at the same time, but she turned to me, smiled, and sat down suggesting tha I continue with my dream of being gang raped

I was driving my car and it broke down on a dark lonely road. My cell phone wouldnt work, and seeking help I went into a bar and asked to use the telephone. They directed me to a phone in a hall outsde the rest rooms, and while I was dialing I felt a hand gasping me from behind, cupping over my mouth so I couldnt cry out.

I was dragged into a small room with a pool table, and thrown on the table as a group of young men entered, and started tearing off my clothes. A guy held each leg and each arm as I became naked with my ripped clothes in a pile on the floor.

One big black guy climbed up on the able and presented his cock to me, and hollered "EIGHT BALL in the center pocket", and stuffed his cock in my dry pussy. It hurt terribly and he contined until he came in me. I couldnt move as another climbed up and drove his cock n there. At least now there was moisture in there and it didnt hurt so badly.

One after another they all fucked me. Then they turned me over and started on my ass. The big guy was first and he tore my flesh as he violated my private anus, and one after another. I think they all fucked me there too. As they did one after aother jammed his cock in my mouth so I was getting it from both ends. I couldnt even scream with my mouth full of cock and cum.

Finally they let me up, after I agreed to fuck them all again.

Then I awoke sitting straight up in bed in a cold sweat. I woke my husband and went into his arms and cried, and told him about my dream.

What did it mean? Do I really want to be violated that way in real life?

I have been terrified every time I have driven my car since, and made sure my cell phone was working.

What can you all tell me or suggest I do?

I gasped hearing the last ladies dream, never having heard such vulgar things. I looked around and turned beet red as she spoke of this "gang rape" and then offereing to give them more. I grabbed my husbands hand tightly and whispered in his ear, "please tell me you weren't gang raped in your dream honey".

He rolled his eyes and kissed me softly, " no love , nothing like that". He looked at me as people gave there comments. I was nervous and now felt very uncomfortable. I kept my sun glasses on and crossed my arms, not realizing how much cleavage I had exposed.

I turned and asked her if she ever went back for them to do her again. Then I was reminded it was just a dream

I had been so absorbed in her story I almost came in my pants. I grasped my wife's hand and asked her if she wanted to tell everyong about the dream she had the other night

"Dreams about being sexually assulted can be very tramatic. I myself went thur dreams like that when I lived in the south. There were a lot of hostilities going on in that period as well."

I took the young girl's hand and rubbed the top. "Do you find that the man that is first has more distinct features? Can you make out the curve of his face? With your eyes open could you draw or outline his facial features? Or does he move around you in a fog? When I had my first dream I couldn't make out any of his features. I decided to concentrate on the main attacker and later I learned that a face from the news of a young man that raped a nurse in Florida was the very one that haunted me. To this day I beleive that I was getting a form of warning for the hospital that he was caught at was the same one that I had an appointment at the next day."

I looked at the man of our group and nodded. "It is times like this that you have to be stronger and more understanding. Dreams like this can trigger more moods and a lack of sexual interest."

I turned to Natalie who seemed to be nervous or was it her husband. I watched the way that he was holding her hand. "Don't be shy my dear. This is suppose to be theraputic."

Then I smiled as I picked up my glass of Sherry and took a small sip.

I thought of my dreams. Never have I dreamed of imposing myself on a woman, but mine always relate to my short business career. It amazes me how in my dreams some things come back that were a long time ago

I squezed Natalie's sweet little hand and asked her again if she would tell the group about her dream.

Jane

Severakl people made comments and asked questions.

Then I blushed deeply and stood again, and told "the rest of the story"

"The next day I was so intrugued I drove down that same street. My car was working fine and so was my cell phone, but I stopped and parked and went inbside. A group of guys watched me go to the telephone by the rest room, and they followed. One smiled and took my hand and led me to the pool table, where I undressed and climbed on and reenacted the entire episode, exceot that the first guy didnt rape me. I was already wet and primed and ready and I took him into me and none of them had to hold me. I fucked every one oif them. I was there all day fucking and sucking until I wore them all out.

Then I went home and bathed and fixed dinner for my husband, and when he came home I told him how I had spent my day, and I told him I was going to do it again tomorrow.

After dinner he moved out and I havent heard from him since.

I looked at Jane and frowned, "Excuse me.. we are talking about the dream correct? Or did this happen and you are now starting to recall it in the dreamstate? If you had a tramatic incident.. your mind can close it off and the memory is practically wiped away because it is too horrifying for the brain to accept." I rubbed the girl's arm gently and looked into her face. "This is for you to open to the true... this dream.. was it a past event or is it truly a dream of a subconscious desire?"

I stood up, speaking softly,

"I had a dream sort of similar, not really, but also I wasn't willing..."

I looked around the room nervously, looking to our speaker for some sort of permission and looking at the lady that had just spoken. As I began to speak, the dream replayed in my mind, as vivid and as clear as every other time I had had it.

" I got up and kissed my husband goodbye for the day and got ready for work... I'm one of the engineers working on that office building going up on 39th st... Anyway I was wearing my white and black pinstripe skirt suit, black thigh highs white and black high heel shoes and a white tank top under my jacket... No bra. Oh and my black lace boyshort panties.

I got to work and I was asked to go on sight and make sure the electrical wiring as well as the plumbing was going up as planned; this isn't anything new I just wasnt wearing 'sight clothes'.

when I got to the sight a large group of workers were waiting for me. Next thing I knew they were ripping off my clothes...down to my my tank top and my seethrough lace panties..."

I began to cry humiliated by my dream, I knew what the men thought of me at work and it frightened me and played into my dreams heavily. I looked down to see a bulge growing in my husbands pants, everytime I told him about my dream, it excited him. I continued my voice no longer soft, coy or even remotely sexy, now it was somewhat bitter, scared and raspy. I was shaking, almost feeling that same cold harsh water hit my skin, my nipples hardened and a chill ran down my spine.

"...They put me up on some sort of pedestal and turned the hose on me, as I cried. I shivered in the cold air as my nipples got painfully hard and my shirt became see through, they stared and gawked at me.

Eventually one of the men pulled me down and made me sit on his lap and grinded me against him. Another grabbed me bruising my side by grabbing so hard..they seemed to be in some sort of drunken stupper! He removed my shirt and started grabbing and touching my breasts as another grinded against my backside.

they treated me like some dirty stripper; like a peice of meat for them to gawk at and humiliate... then I wake up scared, crying and disgusted with myself... I let it happen, I teased them.... I made them do that, its my fault."

I bursted into tears as I stood there, my husband standing and wrapping his arms around me. I could feel his hardon poking my thigh as he held me, not knowing if his excitement was helping or hindering the situation. I was embarassed; but was it because I sounded stupid.. or because I knew that it secretly excited me in some twisted sick way.

I was so proud of my little Natalie. Of course i knew abouyt the dream. We had discussed it , This was the only way to purge herself of the guilt she felt.

The morning after she had the dream she cried and slipped into my arms,.. We made love, and she looked at me and said it felt just like that foreman did when he fucked me.

I held her and she looked up at me. Then we kissed. I was glad I was trhetre with her to comfort her in her distress.

The group all commented and asked her ifr she really wanted sex with all those men, and she blushed bright bred and whispered "YES".

I knew that was because they were all youing and virile and horny, and i was so much older and more refined. they were men and i was a wimp.

But I had the money to take care of her. I knew than that I needed to allow her to entertain men visitors in our house if she wished, and i would tell her so when we made love tonight after the meeting. She was too young, too pretty and too sexy to be tied up with a dirty old man

I looked up at everyone, tears running down my face, somewhat disgusted with what I just said. I looked around and with a stronger voice then before I spoke again.

" But I love my husband, and I wouldn't trade him for anything in this world! I dont know what is making me have these dreams. They are awful and they make me sad. My poor Frank feels as if he isn't enough for me, and thats not it at all, he is all I'll ever need its just... sometimes after I have these dreams I wonder about having more then one man touch me at one time. I am curious, and confused, and a little scared."

I leaned down and kissed frank passionately, I loved him and had never told him about my fantasies about multiple men, only about the dreams. I didn't know how he would react considering how conservative the both of us were. I only hoped he would still accept me after hearing all of this.

Then I spoke up saying out loud "too bad there arent any men here to take you up on it sweetie"

Since there is such a limited group, I feel badly that you went to all this expense for this room and the food being catered. If you would like to have any follow up meetings, Natalie and I will be happy to host them at our home. Then maybe if a few more men attend we can turn it into an orgy fior her.

Anyway, At this point we are going to say goodnight and go on home, and I hope I can satisfy my little vixen if only for a little while

I looked at my husband, he seemed disapointed in himself...or me. I couldn't tell which, but I promised myself that tonight we would have the most intense love making session ever. I couldnt bare that he felt he wasn't enough for me, I had to prove him wrong!

I grabbed Franks hand and squeezed it tightly as we began towards the door. I kissed him passionately the minute we got out. I loved him more then anything and I was beginning to feel as if he didn't even recognize that anymore and it was killing me.

I watched them go with lust in my eyes and heart. I'd fuck him in a heartbeat if she wasnt satisfied with him. But, I was a lot older and appreciated what an older man tried to do for me. I hoped he could satify her, but if he couldnt, he could sure satisfy me.

I especialy liked the way while she was talking just before they left, she was standing next to him and I saw him slide his hand up her leg under her skirt and palm her ass.

Then I wondered if she was wearing panties, since I wasnt and never would agan.

I was anxioius to gt her home and fuck her, but when I felt her naked ass under her skiryt I coudnt wait that long.

When we got to the car I took her in my arms and kissed her, and slid my finger in her wet and delicious pussy. While we kissed passinately, I fingered her G spot and brought he to a nice cum, just as she liked. She reached down and unzipped me and took me in her mouth for a little dessert.

I asked her if she wanted to hurry home or should we catch a quickie here parked in the car on a busy city street with a lot of pedestrians. I really knew the answer. She wanted both.

I watched his eyes as I sucked my husband dry, he loved to stare me down sometimes and see my eyes water from taking his whole cock into my mouth. I licked and lapped and sucked until he could hardly stand it, his cum dripping down my chin as I swallowed. I took his finger and wiped the cum up with it and licked it off of his finger seductively, I knew how much that turned him on.

When Frank asked me that adorably rhetorical about where I wanted to take out my sexual frustations on him. I smiled as he knew the answer already: I wanted him on the entire way home and then in the kitchen, wrapping my legs around him as we made our way upstairs, where we could make love in our bed; continuing in the shower. Then we could get back in bed and fall asleep in one anothers arms. Just the perfect evening to end a not so perfect day!

As we slid into the car I closed the window thing between us and the driver and climbed into Franks lap, I rocked my hips furiously and pulled my top away from my huge lucious breasts. I wasn't wearing a bra either! I told our driver to drive down all the main streets between heavy breathing and some soft moans. I pressed Frank's face into my breasts and continued rocking my hips, making me drippy wet. I damned near ripped away his pants as his cock flew out of them and his boxers I sit all the way down on his cock and bounced furiously my breasts bouncing wildly in his face. I couldn't get enough of my husband, I kissed him hard, almost forcfully as I moaned breaking the kiss as profanities escaped my lips, I had never seen this side of myself it was shocking but I could tell Frank loved it!