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This is merely the introduction chapter one should follow very soon. Please let me know what you think birdd96@yahoo.com Chapter One: Introduction The rain comes down softly outside my window; the overcast clouds mirror my mood. Uncle Rick my only remaining living relative had just passed away. My father passed away when I was really young, an unfortunate victim of a carjacking gone badly. My mother and Uncle Rick had pretty much raised me from then. Mostly my mother but Uncle Rick was around often enough to be a "father figure". After graduating from high school my mother was hit by a drunk driver getting out of her car. I was devastated; uncle Rick was there to pick up the pieces. He insisted that I apply and go to college. At the time I had no desire although now I can’t possibly thank him enough. I had done well for myself in the stock market and I could almost retire on my own. Sadly no women were able to catch my fancy enough for me to marry. So I set here in my study 32 years old and no one I could call family. Uncle Rick for his part was a brilliant scientist in the field of neuroscience and apparently very rich. With that along with my own portfolio I would never have to work again. That at the moment didn’t matter to me. I sat there in that study for almost 36 hours straight, luckily for me Uncle Rick’s voice started to ring in my head about going on with my life don’t wallow on what could not be changed. At some point it made enough difference that I got up took a shower and I must have slept for another 36 hours. The next week was a whirr of activity dealing with Uncle Rick’s estate and paper work. Last but not least there was a personal lab Uncle Rick kept up in Colorado, from what was told me it was very nice so I decided it would be my last stop and I might stay there a few days to get my mind in order before... well to be honest I wasn’t sure what I would be doing next. The lab was deep in a wooded part of the Rockies, and at first I swore I got the wrong directions and would soon be hopelessly lost. Just as I was about to turn around and call the whole thing off a sizeable seemed emerge (literally) out of the mountain and came into view. It wasn’t "magic" just an incredible architectural design. When I got there one of the lawyers in charge of the estates and on my uncle’s payroll showed me in and around the place, it was amazing, every possible amenity you could think of was in existence, on the flip side there was nothing ostentatious about the place just nice. About thirty minutes after the "tour" started we got to a large metal door, as we approached it I was expecting the suit to let us inside but when started to pass I spoke up "what is in there?" The suit stopped for a second and then replied "that is Mr. Johnson’s (uncle Rick) personal lab" I can not get us in there, you however when you decide can gain entry by placing your palm on the screen.. With that we continued on through the house, I barely heard a word he said thinking back to that metal door. After all the papers were signed and legalese was out of the way I sat down in the living room, I glanced back towards the part of the house where the door was. At that time the flight the last week of activity was overwhelming so I found the master bedroom and was soon fast asleep. The next several days I would rise early in the morning and take in the surrounding natural scenery, the trails were well maintained and it was very relaxing and reinvigorating. On the 4th day it was raining as I got up in the morning so I knew that a nature walk might be out of the question. Around 11:00 I finally decided to check the lab. To be honest I did not expect my hand to gain me entrance but as soon as I placed my palm on the panel the computer sprang to life confirming my identity and drolled on about something about changing protocols over to me. After about 45 seconds the metal door slid effortlessly open. As I came inside a video monitor sprang to life, there on the screen was my uncle Rick apparently to give me a message from the grave. "John.... I am assuming that if you are seeing this that I have gone to meet my maker and you are in the inner sanctum and can see the pride and joy of my research...." He paused while the camera panned over to a large computer like device that simultaneously was being illuminated in the room. "This is.... Well simply put... is a dream machine, it allows the computer to map out a brain and insert dreams that will be dreamed later when the user goes to sleep.... I know that you may doubt this, but please try it you will be amazed." I almost stopped listening as I was trying to put my mind around what he was telling me. My uncle continued on describing how to work the device and ended warning me that for now it should just be for my own use only. This last statement brought me back to reality, and since money was not an issue I had no real monetary desire to go against my Uncle Rick’s wishes. I sat down at the machine there was a helmet like device straight out of a bad science fiction movie. According to the instruction I was to put this on my head. Naturally cautious, I was worried that maybe some how this device would take over my mind and maybe this was Uncle Rick’s way of extending his life. I chuckled at this, knowing Uncle Rick that would have been the last thought on his mind. I set there pondering the options when curiosity won out over caution and I put the device on my head. The machine began to hum and lights flickered from all over the machine. There was a slight warming sensation on, well rather in my skull. The screen in front of me acknowledged who I was and that I was the only authorized user (I am still not sure how Uncle Rick managed to in code me into the machine.) The screen offered several options as to what kind of dreams I would like to have. I always liked flying dreams so after searching for a little bit I found that option (at this point I realized I was choosing all of this with my mind.) The screen took me to a small tutorial, it had me envision different things and I was shocked as each image showed up on the screen just as I imagined it. After a few moments of this the computer finally told me that dream download was complete. I slid the helmet off my head and sat there for a moment. I had no idea if the dream download would work but the imaging on the screen by itself was amazing. Well since nothing would really happen until I went to sleep I continued my day. That night as I laid my head down I had almost forgot that I was suppose to have my "flying dream" but as I was dowsing off I remembered, and for the next 30 minutes I couldn’t go to sleep because of all the excitement. Soon, sleep did come, and almost immediately I found myself on top of a tall mesa the dream was incredible. I felt like I could control what was happening or I could just let the dream happen. With just a thought I flew up in the air, it was amazing I could just let the dream take me where ever or I could fly anywhere I could think of. The feeling was unbelievable, for the next 8 hours I was a flying machine. At the end of 8 hours the dream just faded away, there was no sense of loss just contentment. When I awoke the next morning I felt more refreshed then I ever thought possible. Apparently the machine took you into the deepest REM sleep possible and not only would the user experience incredible dreams but would awaken more rested than they ever had. After breakfast I was curious to see what other adventures I could have... Over the next week I tried several different things, the machine could put images in your head, like of things you had never experienced before or you could imagine a scene and the machine would construct it for you. One day as I was just looking around the menu I ran across a section entitled simply sex. I paused for a moment before I entered the menu. For a moment I just looked at all of the options, there were fantasies of all kind, some utterly repulsive and some where you could relive a past encounter it was almost to much. Admittedly my small brain sprang to life and soon I was sporting a raging hard-on, I knew that, that night I would be doing one of these dreams, my dick twitched in agreement as I selected my choice... Continued in part 2... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 57