With a start I sat up in bed, at my groin I felt the dampness that told me I had been having a wet dream, the same wet dream as I'd had for the past week. Glancing at the clock I saw it was just after four in the morning yet I was too awake to get back to sleep. Getting out of bed I went to the bathroom to clean myself up then returned to the bedroom to get dressed. Five minutes later I was sipping at a cup of coffee in my kitchen and looking back on my dream.
It was an unusual dream in that I could remember all of it, the dream always started with me getting up around two in the morning, then there's a knock at the door and I open the door to find a gorgeous woman standing there, she smiles at me and I invite her in. She comes in and walks straight up the stairs to my bedroom, by the time I get there she is naked and in my bed, she holds out her arms to me and I get into bed with her. Then we have the most fantastic sex imaginable, oral, anal, the lot and somehow I seem to be able to go on and on and on, cumming time and again. The ending was always the same, she would suck me off one last time, get off the bed, dress and leave the room and it was as I rose to follow her that I always woke up. It was the most exciting dream I'd ever had and it was driving me potty, not because of it's content but because I could remember it as though it really happened.
With a shudder I rose from the table and went to the back door, opening it I stepped out into the crisp morning air and looked out across the fields to the distant woods. Though isolated the cottage gave me the peace and quiet I had been seeking when I had my nervous breakdown, now it looked as though I was going nuts again, this time imagining things that weren't real. From the front of the cottage I heard the sound of an engine, walking around the path I made my way to the front, I found the battered van of the local farmer pulling up outside my gate.
"Morning." I called to Martins as he stepped out of the van.
"Aar." he greeted me, "Got your milk an' papers 'ere Mr. Carter."
With a smile I walked to the gate and took the two pints and milk and the Times that he was holding out to me, normally he would have bid me a good day and departed, this morning he seemed to have something on his mind.
"I 'ere tell that you be one o' them fizisist fellahs." Martins said at last.
"I am a physicist," I replied with a sigh, "I specialise in nuclear physics."
"Aar, well, I may 'ave summit of intrest to your." he said.
"What might that be?" I asked.
"Another o' they danged crop circles," he replied calmly, "over in my back field it is. That's the fifth one in this district in as many days. Danged odd. Thought you'm like to 'ave a look at it, ee bein' a scientist an' all."
"I'll pop over later this morning." I promised.
This satisfied him, as I had hoped it would, and he departed muttering about 'strange goings on'. To be honest examining a crop circle, the latest in a long line of unexplained phenomena, was not my idea of fun, but I had promised to do so. The last thing I wanted was to start work again, my breakdown had been caused by my work, coming to the cottage had been an ideal way of avoiding contact with my specialised field, after all what good is a nuclear physicist that is terrified of nuclear energy. Shrugging my shoulders angrily I took the milk and paper inside and made myself another cup of coffee, taking the hot cup into the living room I sat down to read the paper and was surprised to see the banner headline 'Mystery Object Sparks Defence Scare'. Sipping my coffee I read the article, it seemed that in the early hours of the morning an unidentified flying object had entered U.K air space, jets from a nearby air base had been scrambled to intercept the object, but it had evaded them by accelerating to speeds in excess of mach ten as they came into visual range. The story disturbed me for some reason, but for the life of me I couldn't think what it was that was getting to me, then it hit me, quickly I checked the article again and sure enough there was a quote from some U.F.O. society or other stating that there had been sightings of U.F.O'S in the same area every night for the past five days. Then I remembered Farmer Martins crop circles, one a night for the past five days and finally I thought of my dream.
"Pull yourself together Adam!" I said loudly to myself, "The supposed U.F.O.'S and the crop circles are mere coincidence and as for my dream...Hell it's just that, a dream!"
Only half believing my words I put the paper aside, went out into the hall, put on my coat and walked outside to my car. The drive to Martins Farm was not long, to my surprise Martins was waiting for me, obviously he had seen me driving up the lane to his house. Exchanging a brief greeting with the farmer I took a Geiger counter from my car and let him lead me to the sight of the latest circle. When we got to it I discovered nothing new, a circle of flattened crops in the middle of a field, a low level of radiation that was higher than the surrounding ground, but not by much and no sign of any path to or from the circle other than the one we had made.
"What do 'ee make on it then?" Martins looked at me hopefully.
"I'm afraid I have no answer to give." I replied, "It seems to be the same as all the other crop circles, but how it was made I don't know."
Martins sighed and reached into his pocket; pulling out a sketch map he waved it at me.
"Oive marked all the danged things on this 'ere paper," he said, "mayhap ye'll see a pattern."
I took the map and studied it, it was drawn by an inexpert hand and was not to scale, but it clearly showed the sights of the five crop circles that had mysteriously appeared every night for five days. He was obviously expecting me come up with a profound statement that would solve the puzzle in a single sweeping answer, in which case he was doomed to disappointment.
"May I keep this?" I asked.
"Aar." he replied briefly.
That ended the affair as far as he was concerned and he led me back to the farm, after a brief farewell I drove back to the cottage, the map forgotten in my pocket.
Later that night I found myself wondering about the crop circles again, remembering the sketch map I took it from my jacket and went into the den. From the shelf above my desk I pulled down an Ordinance Survey map of the area and carefully transferee the locations of the crop circles from the ragged bit of paper to the map. This task completed I sat back and looked at the result, a shiver ran down my spine as I made one more mark on the map, the location of my cottage, on the map the locations of the crop circles formed a neat semi-circle with a radius of half a mile from my cottage and a quarter mile apart. It was too much of a coincidence, yet I did not want to believe what I was seeing, the thought that something was landing on the points of a circle drawn around my home was unacceptable, there had to be another answer, even if I couldn't see one. Leaning forward I marked the date of each site and found that they had been formed in a clockwise direction, if what I was thinking was correct, and I prayed that I was wrong, the next circle would appear in the Martins Farm barley field. Feeling disturbed I went up to bed and tired to sleep.
With a start I sat bolt upright in bed, the dream, the same dream clear and sharp in my mind and a damp spot at my groin. Jumping out of bed I ran around the cottage like a mad man checking al the windows and doors, there was no sign that they had been tampered with, but I did find the front door unbolted although the lock was still set. Sweating a little I went to the bathroom, cleaned myself up then dressed and made my way downstairs to make myself a coffee. Taking the coffee I went outside to the lane and anxiously awaited the arrival of Martins, when I saw his van coming along the lane I dreaded hearing what he might say.
