Few people understand the power of dreams; even a meddler like myself can only grasp fragments of it. I'd imagined this comfortable parlor and then ca...led Michelle to it as she slept. It was only a dream, she thought - but dreams can reshape the daylight world.And I can shape dreams.Michelle's lips were delicious; we pressed against each other for an eternity and yet not long enough. I drew back, but did not take my arms from around her."Mmmm", she said. "That was great, Jay." Her lovely green. "Hi, my name is Jill. I'm your new flight instructor."Huh. I felt something gaining altitude and it wasn't a plane. Damn. I think I mumbled something stupid about nice day for a flight lesson, or I have my flight log, or maybe I just started drooling on myself. Really don't remember.She told me to follow her and she would show me the plane. I would meet her here in the future. As I followed her I was enamoured by her rear view. We got to the plane. It was an older Cessna 172, a four-seat single. It had taken two months of work to chisel it into the proper shape. I found that Manaqua had a talent for stonework, so I put him on the task. He gathered together three boys to help him. When he was finished at last we had a party.I filled the lower chamber with wood and started the fire. You could feel the heat build. The top was filled with water from the cave spring. Still the temperature rose. When it was just right I stepped up to it and climbed in to my very own hot tub. It was designed. What’s the bloody problem?’ As if gaining strength from each other, the brother and sister were now holding hands. Sighing, Andrew began his story. ‘Something happened when Jennifer was 17 and she’d been to the school’s end-of-year formal. I’d been to cricket practice. Having had a few illegal beers, I was rather late leaving the pub. As I was driving towards our property, I noticed there was a car pulled to one side of the road and when I passed, I heard a scream. I stopped and got out of the.