Here i had both in my bed.my sister had turned her back to me.time was creepy by.i could her the clock ticking,every car that passed by.at one point i...could hear dust form,and grass grow.my sister turned over on her back and started to snore.i waited until she was in a deep sleep.so i turned over and put my arm around her.I waited to see if she was going to move it or wake up.nothing more snoring.i pulled back enough to cup a tit.wait again.squeesed just a little.searching for a nipple.its. "Yell for us and we will come to get rid of the animal, maybe even shoot it. If it is small, you can try to protect the chickens, but be very careful. If a big animal comes, you are to yell loudly and run here to safety. You are more important than a chicken." I smile at him and he smiles back at me. "We can grow other chickens, we cannot grow another Algossi."I pat him on the shoulder. "I know you can do this. It is a great responsibility for such a small boy, but you are a good worker. Go.. ‘Smith’, Mrs. ‘Johnson’ came in and gave an almost word-for-word recital of what Mr. ‘Smith’ just told me. It was easy to see the connection. The main difference is she felt bad about it, while Mr. ‘Smith’ was more bragging. I almost felt bad assigning her penance, but I know it would make her feel better.For a long while, it was challenging to look people in the eye after hearing their deepest and sometimes darkest secrets. Not just sexual, but bordering on criminal. One person, I won't even. The victim confronting the abuser to say that they no longer feared them, and that they would never let them hurt them again. Apparently that wasn't an option here either.This was going to be a new experience in dream management for me. I'd taken over or invaded other people's dreams for various reasons. My first attempt at therapy of any kind had been young Bobby, last Halloween night -- and it had worked out pretty well, but that had just been me taking over an existing dream and making some.