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At the Academy, an epic mindfuck awaits Adam.
There was something about her that I found intoxicating, I had to see this girl! I spun around but before my eyes could find her my ass found the floor and I found myself wide-awake sitting on the floor next to my bed in a dark room surrounded by my sleeping co-workers. I roughly tossed my blanket and pillow back onto the hard mattress and tried to go back to sleep. Fucking dreams.
So now it would appear I'm that guy who dreams, or rather that guy who remembers his dreams and it was driving me crazy! This dream with the gorgeous brunette (or girls who looked like her) was returning just about every night. In each one, somewhere I caught a glimpse of this other girl who was never anyway involved in what was going-on in the dream I was participating in, though when I tried to find her in the dream I'd wake-up. Every. Fucking. Time. I felt myself going insane.
Work had started slowing-down, as we were beginning to get caught-up on all of the emergency repairs which needed to be made. Now we were only working 10-12 hours a day. So one evening I snuck away from my co-workers (who saw the extra free time as an excuse to get even more drunk than they had before) and spent an hour talking to a shrink which wasn't very helpful. All she kept asking was about my childhood and crap which had nothing to do with these stupid dreams. Frustrated I paid her fee then left, disgusted and even more frustrated then I had been before I'd gotten there.
I decided to have some fun with the dream; now when I realized I was dreaming I'd immediately start looking around for the mystery girl, completely ignoring anything else which was going on in the dream, trying to get any clue about this girl. She looked nothing like any other girl I'd dated. She didn't look anything like any of my female co-workers, people at the restaurants where I ate or the Hotel we we're staying at. I couldn't for the life of me figure-out the connection.
Finally it came to me that maybe I needed to have sex. Maybe I was just Horny. I'd never done it before or since but I took the advice of a co-worker and went to a non-legit massage parlor for a 'Rub-N-Tug'. I'd never before paid for sex and found the whole process to be antiseptic and mechanical. Sure it felt great bending this young little Asian girl over a massage table, pushing her lab coat aside and roughly having my way with her while she un-excitedly groaned and moaned, the whole time watching the clock on the wall but in the end I left feeling un-fulfilled and empty.
I returned to the Hotel, took a shower and went to sleep. Guess what? The dream was back, again. Fuck.
This time I was at a mechanized car wash, watching my truck go through the washing tunnel with all the machines scrubbing and spraying soap and such from behind a series of plate-glass windows which ran the length of the washing tunnel. Immediately I began looking around for the girl, expecting to catch a glimpse of her in a mirror or a piece of glass or something. Seeing nothing other than the stuff you normally see for sale in the lobby of a car wash I began walking along the windows watching my truck get washed and wondered where this dream was going to lead me.
Then I saw her! This time it seemed every other window showed what looked like a scene from a hard-core sex film.