Every time she closed her eyes she could see that man’s horrible burnt face. “Still dreams mean something.” Ray said sipping at his drink. “L...ke when you dream about being stuck in quick sand it means that you are unhappy in your relationship. And like if you dream that you are falling it means that you think you are in a hopeless situation.” “And when a burnt man with a claw for a hand named Freddy Kruger rapes you with your own teddy bears?! What the fuck does that mean Ray?” He shrugged. It was at that moment that it became evident to both of them that it was not unlikely that they would spend the night together. Jake and Jillian returned to Jake’s apartment and were quickly in each other’s arms, first in the front hallway and then on the long leather coach in the living room. They were unquestionable on the verge of moving to Jake’s king sized bed when Jillian made it clear that she needed to say something. ‘Jake, I think we both know where this may be leading, I know you have. I even had people askin' ifen I could make 'em some of them there throwin' knives an' teach 'em how to use the thin's. That scared me a mite, since I could see folks gittin' hurt cuz some idiot decided ta throw his knife an' missed his target. I got out of it by claimin' ta be too busy right now ta hold classes—maybe later? I figured that ifen I stalled long enough, they would fergit about the thin's.Meanwhile, it sounded like thin's wuz heatin' up in the war with the Redsticks. Like everybody. Some of your letter I didn't understand. Remember I'm a fifteen year old pregnant girl who never took a single high school class. High level multi-dimensional physics is not exactly something I'm good at. Ask me to point out the best route to drive a tank and I can do that with no problem, but the concepts you are writing about might as well be Arabic or Chinese. I'm just glad that the computers of the Confederacy are powerful enough to solve the equations required to navigate in space. If you.