I had awoken from the dream with the biggest erection I had had in a while. Morning wood, there was nothing better. At first I chalked it up to me having to pee, but then the dream came creeping back into my consciousness. The dream read like a porno. In the dream, I had adopted the power to control people with the touch of my hand. All I had to do was touch any part of their skin, no matter how minuscule and they were instantly connected mentally with me. The weird thing about the dream was the deep, melodic voice that started and ended it. It sounded like the voice was reciting a piece of poetry.
My time on earth is nearing end,
A gift to you I bequeath my friend.
The power of touch with which to control,
The huddled masses, the world whole.
Their minds are yours to twist and bend,
Under your control, the women and men.
The dream after that became more like an instructional video. Instructing me in ways I could manipulate people to bend to my wishes. All I had to do was touch their skin, and then I could imprint myself into their minds. I thought nothing of the dream, other than it being one of the most erotic dreams I had ever had. Women and men were doing as I wished. Women were sucking my cock, while men worked for me, and so on. I beat off while lying in bed, the dream fresh in my mind. After I was done, it didn't take long I was that turned on, I looked at my bedside clock. The glowing green numbers flashed seven o' four back at me.
"Fuck me," I muttered. I was going to be late for work again if I didn't hurry.
I climbed out of bed and made my way quickly to the shower. Cum was hanging from the hair surrounding my belly button. I didn't feel ashamed per se, more disappointed in myself. I had no ambition, couldn't keep a girlfriend if my life depended on it, and just generally felt like a loser. Working full time in a convenience store at twenty seven will do that to you. No female in her right mind would even look in my direction. I got in the shower and quickly washed up. As I got out and dried myself I heard my mother from upstairs.
"Jeff! Hurry up; you're going to be late again!" She yelled.
Late again, I just couldn't break out of my slump.
"Yeah, yeah!" I yelled back, fully aware of how much I must look like a failure to my parents.
Ah, fuck it I thought. My turn will come. As I poured myself a cup of coffee, I thought something has to change. I can't keep living like this. Someday, just not now. I grabbed my jacket and ran out the door; the bus was going to be here in minutes. I ran the two blocks to the bus stop, but, just as I got to there the bus was pulling away. I pounded on the side but it kept going.
"Son of a bitch..." I mumbled to myself.
I pulled out my cell phone and called home. My dad answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey dad, can I get a ride to work? I missed my bus again."
A long sigh on the other end.
"Jesus Jeff, when are you going to grow up and take responsibility for your life?"
"Ok, dad, never mind. I'll just run."
With that I angrily snapped my cell phone shut and started the long jog to the store. I had to get out of that house. I knew my parents were extremely disappointed in me, and rightly so I guess. But still, I was constantly butting heads with them over the most trivial things. But with my convenience store income, I couldn't afford rent anywhere.
After a twenty minute run, I arrived. With minutes to spare I got the store ready for a day of business. My first customer was a douche bag. Some guy who thought he was hot shit. Fuck I hate those people. The second customer was a pleasantly plump housewife with two kids. She looked to be in her mid thirties, and weighed around two forty. She had a pretty face, and shoulder length chestnut hair. As I handed back her change, my hand brushed hers. Instantly I knew her information.
She was Faye Duncan, and lived at 612 Pike Place. She was thirty six years old, weighed two hundred and forty two pounds. Her bra size was 44 C, and she stood 5' 6". The kids' names were Raymond, and Anissa, ages six and eight respectively. Faye was taking them to school. Her husband of nine years, Rick, was a Captain with the Marines currently on deployment overseas for the next five months. She was a devoted wife, who loved her husband dearly.
How the fuck did I know that? This was scary. She was looking at me when I got up the courage to say.
"Faye?"
"Yes," she smiled, "do I know you?"
She responded with a smile, so I knew I didn't offend her. I returned the smile and just said,
"I guess I know you from somewhere."
"Ok, we'll I have to get the kids to school now." she said pleasantly.
"Oh yes, of course. Well, bye then." I said.
"Bye." She replied softly.
"The power of touch with which to control, The huddled masses, the world whole."
The phrase from my dream washed over me like a tidal wave. I suddenly felt nauseous and excited both at the same time. I watched Faye leave with her two kids; she had a pair of jeans on that stretched tightly over her ass, accentuating each cheek. It was a nice round ass, not your typical large woman's ass.
The next customer came in five minutes later, he came up to buy cigarettes. As I gave him his change I brushed his hand with mine.
He was Lloyd Fennel, a contractor working on an office building renovation down the street. He was thirty two years old. He was married for two years to Sandra, a medical assistant at Maplewood Clinic in the city. She had smaller breasts than Faye, 36 B's, and weighed 140 lbs. They lived at 1410 MacDonald Street. That was enough. I had what I wanted. What the hell was going on? I had this crazy dream, and suddenly I'm able read people's minds? My mind was racing. I was trying to recall what else the voice told me in my dream.
"Their minds are yours to twist and bend, Under your control, the women and men."
