Dream of:18 February 2002 "Trance"
It was 7:30 in the morning and I was quite tired; I had been up all night working. I was sitting in the office of a federal savings and loan bank in downtown Portsmouth. I had been hired as an attorney to go over the books to verify that the accounts were clean; I was now satisfied that they were. Now I needed to finish up my job by carrying several cardboard boxes of files into the back room.
I had just finished carrying the first box back. As I returned to the front office, I was surprised to find that several women had already arrived to work. I hadn't thought the office would open until 8:00 a.m., so I was a bit disconcerted. They didn't seem happy to see me or the boxes. I quickly explained to them who I was and I assured them that I would quickly remove the boxes to the back room. I made several more trips until I had completed my task.
Just as I had finished, two men stepped from the front office into the back room where I was. One was quite tall almost twice my height. The tall man stepped up to me and we exchanged a few words. He was someone important here, perhaps even the owner. I obsequiously responded to all his questions. I almost commented on his height, but I refrained. He finally turned and walked back into the front office.
I sat down at a table for a moment, trying to decide what I would do next. A couple other employees also walked into the back room and also sat at the table. They were much friendlier that the women up front had been. The woman sitting directly in front of me at the table had distinct American Indian traits. She had long black hair and a rotund face. She was probably in her early 30s. She immediately perceived that I was exhausted from having been awake all night. She suggested that she could use some kind of technique to relax me, if I would like. I consented and she began.
I was told to remain sitting at the table and to simply close my eyes. I did so, thinking nothing would happen; but within seconds, I felt utterly relaxed. I even felt my body begin to move. First, my arms, which were hanging by my side, seemed to rise into the air. Then my whole body seemed to rise and float, slowly turning over in the air until I was floating upside down in a sitting position. The feeling was both exhilarating and relaxing. I was unsure whether my actual body was floating in the air, or whether I was simply imagining the floating. Whatever was happening, I was enjoying myself.
Slowly, however, along with the pleasure, came some mental discomfort. My exhausted feeling didn't seemed to have stemmed merely from my having worked all night. I seemed to have become unhappy as of late. My life seemed to be empty; I had no one with whom to talk. A dull ache seemed to always accompany me.
As I continued to float with my eyes closed, I began to imagine myself floating down a white snow-covered road, somewhere in the country. I soon recognized the road I was close to the Gallia County Farm. I was enjoying floating toward the Farm, anxious to be there; but thinking of the Farm also caused a dull ache. I was concerned by what would happen to the Farm when my father died. I had hoped I would obtain the Farm; but now my father had married my step-mother, and she was scheming to persuade my father to leave the Farm to her. She was living on the Farm with my father, and was constantly exerting influence over him. My confronting her would do no good she would simply deny her schemes; but her intentions were obvious and the realization that I might lose the Farm bothered me.
Suddenly I heard a voice. I didn't open my eyes, but I could nevertheless see someone right in front of me. I was now sitting on the floor with my legs crossed in a lotus position. A woman who worked for the bank had stretched out on the floor right in front of me. She was lying on her side, facing me, with one hand propping up her head. Sitting near her waist was a small blonde-haired child (about 2 years old).
The woman also was blonde (probably in her late 20s) and very attractive. She had an excellent figure. She was dressed in pink, apparently wearing a bikini.
She was interested in my trance-like state. She seemed quite friendly and she began talking to me. I didn't respond. Finally she leaned toward me and kissed me on the lips. Her lips were closed, but moist. The kiss seemed almost perfect. I definitely wanted to see more of her. I thought when I snapped out of my trance and opened my eyes, I would ask her out.
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