The man who gave it to me warned me it not to use it every night, or it would become confusing what was real and what happened within the dream. I onl... use it about once a week.I did it last night. I cleared my head and came up with a scenario and described to myself the rules of the world. (Whether magic existed, whether people could fly, the color of the sky, what planet I was on that sort of thing). The more detail I give it the fewer surprises I'll find. Within the dream I remember. Moments later he handed her a small photo showing a little coloured girl. “That’s Millie,” he told her. “She turned six a few weeks ago.”Dawn’s hand shook as she handed it back to him without comment.“And that’s what you have in mind for me is it?” she asked as he put his wallet away.He gave her that smile again as he ran his hand over her tummy. “It’s what you have in mind for yourself that counts.”She shook her head. “No. There’s no way that I would let you get me pregnant.”His hand slipped. I felt ashamed, like I gave her something she was not meant to claimThe pleasures I have declined as a boy, she shall forever enjoy all thetime.It felt unnatural, giving up something so personal and mine.The boldness with which I was born she shall now bearShe can feel it now, in her underwearFlopping between her thighs, becoming accustomed to something I amforgetting likewise.I breathed heavy as the pink fluids entered into me.At least it would resolve my curiosityThey saturated my hide and. Face it, all the guys I know are teenagers. The only thing they know is ‘must touch tits.’” I laughed. She did a pretty good caveman imitation, even though the tits in question were right in front of me and looked supremely touchable. She kept on with her diatribe that boys were simply too high maintenance for a girl with a future to deal with. Amanda had already decided that she was going to become a doctor. I listened as she talked. That seemed to be all she really wanted.While I listened, I.