"Not that I might have one of them. I know I will. It's been the same thing every night for the past 3 months. I've been an investigative reporter for 15 years, but I don't have a clue as to what this is emanating from."
"Well the best place to start then is in the beginning. Please tell me what your mindset was like at the time the dreams started and tell me about your initial dreams. We will follow the progression of them to see how it has affected you, and how you have affected them."
I took a deep breath and began to detail what had transpired since last February. My girlfriend of 3 years, Sue, and I had broken up the previous September. Since that time I had been going through a period of mourning, anger, sadness...everything associated with the breakup of a long-term relationship. I had dated a little and had a meaningless rendezvous now and then. Whether that contributed to my dreams or not was unbeknownst to me. I guess that's why I was now telling my tale to Teri.
The dreams started out innocently enough. For the first few days, the images were hazy, more like varying shapes and colors of light. Oddly though I would wake up in the morning feeling extremely aroused. Every man wakes up with the proverbial "morning wood", but this was different. This seemed to have an emotion behind it. Each morning I felt compelled to act on those feelings and would masturbate until I had reached a climax that was surprisingly satisfying.
After about a week the images had begun to get clearer. I began seeing the image of a woman. Not just any woman though. She was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. She had innocent, doe brown eyes, full lips, long wavy brown hair, and a beautiful body.
As the days began to pass, she came clearer into focus. She had milky white skin, that for some reason I knew was soft to the touch, and she wore no clothes. She had full breasts with large, round areolas and nipples. Her eyes sparkled at me. She was perfect.
She never spoke, just looked right through my soul with her eyes and warmed my heart with her smile. Each morning when I awoke, I felt happy. The happiest I had felt since Sue and I were at the pinnacle of our relationship. And as each previous morning, I had felt more aroused than I ever had. More than with Sue, and she drove me wild with her sexuality. I had always been a stickler for being on time for my appointments, but now I found myself oversleeping and delaying things even further by the need to masturbate after awakening from each of these dreams.
Things began to escalate in the second week of my dreams. The woman was closer to me now, her image perfectly clear. She appeared as if she were a Goddess. She was even more beautiful than before. She began to touch me now. Her hand caressed my face and immediately I felt warmth. She placed her hand on my heart and I felt as though a divine being was touching me. Tears rolled down my face. She leaned in towards me and gently kissed me on the lips and I felt true love. When I awoke, my cheeks were moist from tears. It was at that moment that I became confused as to what was dreamt and what I really felt. I...
"I'm sorry Joe, our session is over", Dr. Diaz interrupted. It took me a moment to regain my concentration. "Joe, seeing how this is affecting you, I would like you to come back the day after tomorrow. Are you all right with that?"
"Sure" I mumbled. I walked out of the office and took deep breaths, pushing away the anxiety that I felt approaching. I had two more nights of sleep until my next visit. Two more nights of dreams, and two more nights of uncertainty.
When I returned to Dr. Diaz's office on Friday, I looked as haggard as I had at our first meeting. True to form the dreams the prior two nights were intense. I sat down and asked for a cup of coffee. Drinking coffee was out of character for me, but I did not feel rested despite having had many hours sleep the previous two nights. It had reached the point that I was almost afraid to drive my car.
After sipping some coffee and talking about current events, I continued with my story. I explained how I was starting to have a hard time separating what was part of my dream and what was reality. The physical and emotional aspects of my dreams seemed to be transcending to my "real life".
There were times in the morning that I would wake up with my stomach and chest covered in semen. My penis would feel the soreness that came with a long night of sex. Often there were scratch marks on my back and so forth. Many mornings I could not recall exactly what took place in my dreams. At times, the physical evidence was my only link to the dreams. If indeed I was dreaming.
My session ended with Teri seemingly as confused as I was. She was going to be out of town, so we scheduled another appointment in three weeks.
During the middle of the second week, things began to intensify. It was a Wednesday night and I nodded off early. I was looking forward to sleep, to dream. I wanted to achieve that peaceful feeling again. The dream started the same as it had the previous few nights. My REM beauty was smiling as she approached me. She kissed me on the lips and caressed my face and hair. She began running her hand down my bare chest. It was at this time that I first realized I was nude as well.
Her touch felt like fire going through me. My cock began to throb. She smiled at me and took it in her hand. She began stroking my cock with a slow, rhythmic pace. Her long fingers wrapped around my cock tighter as she caressed my balls with her opposite hand.
I began to moan, as I became overwhelmed with feelings of pure delight. She never stopped smiling or taking her eyes off of mine as she began stroking my cock faster and faster. The strain caused the head to bulge and it began to turn purple until finally streams of semen shot out like a fountain, spraying everywhere. Her eyes widened as she smiled playfully and kissed my lips. She took a quick lick of cum off of my right nipple, her tongue sending electric surges through my body. And then she was gone.
It was then that I awoke. I shivered from the cold. When I looked down I realized that my upper torso was wet and there was a warm liquid slowly running down my chest. I felt some of it between my fingers and realized that I was covered in my own cum.
I began to wonder what was happening to me. At this stage of my life could I be having wet dreams? Had I masturbated in my sleep and not realized it? It seemed too real not to have happened. The amount of semen on my body was staggering. I started to make a connection to my earlier, hazy dreams when I would awake in a similar state. Except now the dreams were vivid and I remembered every detail.
What was happening to me?
...to be continued.
