For some reason I got really turned on that I was only a matter of inches away from a total stranger with a throbbing boner in my pants. One day it go... too much though, there was a young girl probably 19, 20 something like that with just a boob tube on and the tiniest skirt ever. She stood next to the van talking to her friend but was facing me.The windows in these vans are mirrored so you can see out but people can't see in. But any way this girl had certainly got my attention, I couldn't. ” Yes, her machinations have taken me. Simultaneously, I feel something else—loss and gain.A strange singing, forlorn, timeless, with meandering trills, sobers me from my bliss. From the shadows, a form appears with wings sprouting from a nebulous head and a shimmering body of starless fire. I know instinctively, it’s Morpheus, son of Somnus, the deliverer of dreams.The Lord of the Unreal proclaims:“Welcome to Demos Oneiroi. Between shadows, in the dark recesses of my body, I present human. We walked through the gate and saw him. He was just finishing the morning cleaning routine. He looked tall enough to be a grown-up, but he had long curly hair. He wore cut off blue jean shorts, bleached into a tie-dyed pattern. He looked like a hippie, all right. Until that moment, I had only seen hippies on TV. ‘You boys belong to the pool club?’ he asked. ‘Yes, sir,’ I answered. ‘I’m Dave Albright. This is Jimmy Lerner.’ He put down the long handled brush and walked over to the notebook. He. He became a little sad: Had Elaina done that? He moved on.Next was "healing." He couldn't imagine that it worked for the vampire any less than it did for the prey. A sudden thought had him writing "sunlight" in the bad column. He wondered if the healing worked for sunlight damage. Further thought made him write "identity" in the bad column. How had she hidden herself over the centuries?He returned to the good column and thought some more. So far, it wasn't looking good for the "good" team..