My dreams are not vague; my dreams are full of color, tone, texture and sensation. Yet to date I have not yet achieved the ability of being aware and ...wake in my dreams.I will describe this one I call my Shaman's Dream.Exploring a forest and I am following a stream. The forest has a feeling of being ancient. Before me the ground rises slowly, a mountain before me in the distance. I approach a cliff, which sticks out from the mountain, like a gray and brown massive wall. And in it a narrow. When Marie slipped back into the king size bed, Sarah asked her where she had been. She replied that she had trouble sleeping and had gone for a walk around the hotel. “I've noticed you do that a lot when we stay at hotels. Do you have trouble sleeping in new places?” Sarah asked as she rolled over and spooned her sister. It was normal for them hug at night. There was no funny business between them, at least not yet.After a few minutes of silence, out of the blue Sarah asked Marie if she. Ricardo let me go, and sat down on the sofa. "Could you get me a drink, Maria?" Sure." I walked over to the bar, and poured Ricardo a neat scotch. I poured myself a glass of Merlot, and brought the drinks over to the sofa. After I sat down, Ricardo put his arm around my shoulder and gave my breast a playful squeeze."Can your husband hear us in the living room?" The closet is upstairs," I shrugged and pointed at the ceiling. "Maybe."Ricardo leaned back on the sofa, and shouted, "In a few. Sitting up I gathered my legs and my senses, giggled pitifully and gave Tara a shrug. Her teeth held her lower lip for a moment before she mouthed "wow" and toasted me with her wine glass."Yeah," I said, raising my glass in response. "I've never done that before."Tara proved speechless. Her eyes looked me over as if seeing me anew. We drank in silence. I didn't bother dressing again. It was my place, after all. Tara leaned forward enough to slide a hand over my bare knee before emptying the.