Chapter 2: The Magician

I regain consciousness, but there is a thick reddish fog all around me and I can only see for a very short distance. I feel oppressed in this place, I would like to be somewhere else.

And suddenly, I’m no longer in that fog. Now, I’m in a hallway with walls made of stone. I see two people a little further down the hallway. One is dressed in pale clothes and the other in black robes. Both of them have wands in their hands and they are pointing them at each other. Fire balls emerge from the wands and rush towards their opponent.

It’s strange, like I’m not the main character in this dream. I’m just an observer. I hesitate a moment, then slowly approach the nearest person, the magician in white. I’m behind him and he didn’t notice my presence and while the magician in black can see me, he doesn’t react to my presence either.

Eventually, the black magician is hit by fire ball to the chest and collapses to the ground then disappears as if he never existed. I walk around the white magician to get a better look at him. His face is handsome. He seems surprised to see me, but doesn’t react beyond that.

I wonder what he looks like without his clothes?

As if by magic, the young man is naked and I like the way his body looks. It seems that he also finds me to his liking because his penis is getting hard quickly.

I realize that he wants to speak, but I am more interested in action. I take his member in hand and he immediately forgets what he meant to say.

I hug and kiss him, then guide him to lie on the floor. He’s in the right position and I impale myself on his firm cock. He plays and excites my breasts with his hands and mouth.

I orgasm at the same time as him.

When I get up, he asks: “Who are you?”

I don’t have time to answer as I sink into nothingness.

Who am I? The magician’s question is a very good one, but I am not in a position to answer it. I don’t know who I am!

I realize that I don’t remember anything about myself. Not who I am, or where I come from, or anything about my past. My memories begin with the nightmare of the wolves and the other dreams that followed.

There is one thing that seems obvious to me, and that is that I am in the world of dreams.

When I’m not in the world of dreams, I’m in nothingness or, like now, in what I can only assume is my body. I can’t see anything and I can’t move. Not because I’m hindered, but because my body doesn’t respond to my commands.

I still feel pain all over my body and in my throat where there seems to be something stuck there. The pain is not as intense as the last time.

It’s silence all around me, except for the same noises I associate with those of patient monitors in hospitals. So, I’m probably in a hospital. Where and why? I don’t know.

I make a list of what I know about myself:

· I’m in a hospital.

· I’m sure I’m a woman.

· I really like to fuck, no matter what gender my partner is and no matter if he’s human or not.

· I can travel in dreams.

That’s pretty much all I know!

I continue to listen for a long time, but there is nothing but the same noises. Without realizing it, I sink into the void again.

The Magician at the Beach

I’m back in the world of dreams and the reddish fog, but I think of the young magician and find myself next to him.

This time we are on a beach at the edge of a large body of water. He is dressed in a bathing suit and not fighting anyone; instead, he is rather busy kissing a young woman and caressing her breasts through her bathing suit.

I get closer to get a better look and when the magician realizes I’m there, the young woman disappears as if she’d never been there. The man looks at me and says: “Who are you?”

I have nothing to hide and anyway, what’s the point of lying? So I say: “I don’t know.”

Before he says anything, I ask: “And you, who are you?”

The man looks at me and says, “I’m Ludovic Beaudoin.”

When I hear his name, I realize that he is speaking to me in French and even that I have spoken to him in French without realizing it. And I’m sure the fairies spoke to me in English and I answered in the same language.

Maybe it’s just the world of dreams translating thoughts? But then, why couldn’t I understand the fairies when they used their strange musical languages?

I sit where the woman was when I arrived in this dream and Ludovic no longer seems interested in conversation. He grabs my breasts with his hands. I like that a lot.

After a while, he takes off his bathing suit and we fuck languidly. The back and forth of his cock in my pussy and his hands on my breasts turn me on more and more. Soon, I crest the hill and orgasm at the same time that his cum flows into me. The next thing I know, I’m sinking into nothingness.