Stray thoughts: 5/3/2017

The calendar
turns to another month and my sleeping brain turns to another strange dream

I was in one
of the newer Dodge Challengers. Matte Black on Black, dark as coal in the
middle of the night. I was driving, well I was flying on I-40 at 3 am somewhere
west of Tennessee

I’m not quite sure where I was headed, and I don’t think i was running from
anything. Late at night, nobody on the road, I think I simply wanted to fly.
The car was climbing above 140 and felt like she had plenty left.

The Doors “L.A. Woman”, was blaring through the speakers.
“Risin’! Risin’!”. That caused
me to press down on the gas some and 150 was now behind me. I was somewhere in Oklahoma, I saw a couple of exits that would take me to Tulsa. I started to
wonder if I was closer to Barstow or Wilmington.

I spotted a blurry white streak off to my right and it looked like a woman. I
slowed down and eventually spun around. There wasn’t another car in sight. I
passed where she was sitting on a guard rail, I spun around again and pulled
off on the shoulder. I asked, “Is there anyway I can help you?”  She looked up, tears streaked down her face.
She was wearing a white cotton chemise and a pair of white panties. Mid 30’s was my
guess, her wavy brown hair looked slept in and she had a tiny gap between her
front two teeth, it was cute, she was cute. She stood up and gave something a
fling, and walked closer to the car. She leaned down on the door not realizing
her breasts were in full view. It was hard not to look, they were nice. She
said, “can you just get me out of here.”  I said “hop in”.

Since it was
middle of the summer, I had the AC on full blast and since she was barely
dressed I cut it down. I said, “if you reach back in the back seat you’ll
find a hoodie and a pair of gym shots in the duffel bag if you are chilly”,
while knowing any jeans or pants I had in the bag would have no chance of fitting
her.  She got up in the seat and reached
back and her ass was right there. Again, hard not to look but driving 70 at
this point was nothing.

She found the
shorts and slid them on up under the chemise, she then pulled it over her
head and wiggled into the sweatshirt and said “thank you”. I said,
“You’re welcome”, and asked, “where she wanted to go”. She
had her feet up in the seat and arms wrapped around them and asked, “Where
are you headed?”. I said, “I’m have no idea.” She smiled and
said, “I’ve been there, it’s nice.”

I stepped on
the gas to get up to around 100 to cruise through the Oklahoma night, which is the point that I
started to wake up.  

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