I had just moved to a new city where everyone jogged every day and a parade went down the main street every afternoon. My cousin Christian and his wife were there and most of the dream was us jogging through the city (which was due to the conversation she and I had about jogging around Central Park when they come to visit NYC next summer).

When we got home Hilary and Jason were there taking a nap in the spare bedroom, and somehow we all ended up on our backs stacked on top of one another. I was on the bottom, Jason was on top of me, and Hilary was on top of both of us. Both of them were sleeping, and I was slowly rubbing my hands along her sides, my fingers becoming numb from the fabric of her sweater, and each time I passed over the lumps of the sides of her breasts I could feel my heartbeat rise and I just hoped Jason didn't wake up and notice it.

I must have fallen asleep (in my dream!) and when I woke up Hilary and Jason were no longer in the room. I went into the kitchen and Hilary was on a bar stool talking to my mom. She was wearing a short skirt with her legs open just wide enough for me to see her panties, and when I looked up at her face she was smirking, giving me the look that said "are you enjoying the show?" She asked if I wanted to go for a run and I of course agreed, as that's what everyone did in this new town and who was I to reject tradition? As I walked back to the bedroom to change she said "and you don't need to wear a suit coat when you jog" and I thought "damn, I think that's her way of telling me I look pretentious wearing my suit jacket around the house.

The dream started in my hotel and Kasia's friend Kesha came up to me to give me two boxes of condoms that I was supposed to hold for a guest. Just at that time, Ellen Degenerous came into the room (which was now full of people) and we slapped hands and said "hello" to each other as she walked by. She eventually made her way over to Kesha and I could see them talking for a while but I had no interest in going over by them as I had already met Ellen (in dreams) twice before that.

Next I was walking in the hallway at my parents’ house and Ellen was there too. I realized I still had 2 boxes of condoms in my hand so I quickly ducked into the bathroom and set them down so that she wouldn't make fun of me. But as soon as she saw what I was doing she went into the bathroom to see what I had put there. I tried to explain myself but she wasn't even listening, instead focusing her attention on what were in the boxes. "Look at this- it's a strange kind of cream contraception. Let's call these people to find out what the heck this means."

The next thing I know, Ellen is gone and it is now Kasia in the bathroom. My parents and sisters were all walking through the hallway and into the garage to pile into the van. I walked into the bathroom to see what Kasia was doing, and as I opened the door I found her propped up next to the sink butt naked and spread eagle. The wall facing our driveway was one large window so anyone could see inside, and I impatiently told her to get down, fearing that the van would come pulling out of the garage and there would be my family in full view of her freshly shaved crotch.

Next, she and I were walking down a gravel road in some small farm town, and I was telling Kasia that now that we were alone I was going to find a spot where we could finally fuck. Suddenly a dog comes running by with something in his mouth, and when he got a few houses down from us he dropped it at the feet of his owner. I walked over just in time to discover that it was a tiny little reindeer he was carrying, and it was now wobbling around dizzily trying to regain composure. I tried my best to take a pic of him but I'm not sure if I got it.

In the last dream I was standing on a water tower watching kids jump into the water from a nearby bridge and picturing what it must feel like to jump off the tower.

I was in a moderately nice neighborhood and another guy and I had just left a friend’s house and we were now heading to his house down the street. We must have won a flimsy two-piece outfit (similar to a skimpy bathing suit) and we were laughing about how the manufacturer's tag offered a complimentary phone call.

As we approached the driveway of his house I glanced into his car window and noticed a woman curled up on the floor in his backseat. She appeared to be our age, rail thin and naked as a jaybird, and when she sensed me standing there she looked up at me with eyes that begged me not to tell anyone.

I went around to the other side of the car and opened the door, making it obvious that my eyes were averted. "Don't worry; I'm not going to look. I just want to help."

I didn't ask her how she got there or why she had no clothes on, but I tried my best to explain why the area she was in would call the police if they knew she was there.

"You have to understand that this is not a rich neighborhood, it's a middle-class neighborhood, which means that these people have nice things because they work hard. They actually EARNED it. And when they see a stranger in their neighborhood they see it as a potential threat to everything they worked for."

The woman just rolled her eyes as if to say "Bullshit. These are just spoiled rich people."

All this time my friend is standing in front of the car, impatient with me for giving her the time instead of just calling the police. But he eventually came around, and the next thing I know, the woman is now seated in the back seat wearing the outfit that my friend had won just a few minutes earlier. She beamed with happiness as I complimented her on how nice she looked. I was now in the front passenger seat and she was sitting cross-legged on the backseat, and as she wriggled around trying to get comfortable you could see her various body parts being exposed. When she leaned forward a bit it made the material in the crotch loose, giving me a peek at her pretty pussy lips, freshly shaved and shiny like silk. Her breasts were extremely tiny and curved upward, and when the fabric loosened it exposed her pointy little nipples that aimed to take out the eyes of the sun. (Hey, this is MY dream!)

Somehow she now had a small child with her which I took to be her daughter, and it made me feel a bit guilty for ogling her mother, but still I did, and I loved every second of it.

As the woman thanked us, she told us what made it even better is that the tag had a free phone call on it, so she could finally call home.

She now had a new lease on life, and it seemed things were going to turn out just fine for her. It's not my ideal example of a "happy ending" but it was happy nonetheless.