My best friend in high school was a quiet friend of mine. We are still close friends and often still laugh at the following. One weekend in High School I went up to Houston for my Dad's wedding (to his second wife after my mother but before his third to his present wife [see my dreamtime abduction from that night's sleep]).

While there I met a cousin of mine who was very beautiful young woman. I was enthralledby her the entire time and was very much looking forward to, a) having my way with her in my dreams that night and, b) telling my best friend all about her when I got back to Austin.

You can imagine my surprise when later that night, expecting to have the greatest sex dream of my life, I was mobbed with visions of school work in which I was worried about writing essays and drowning in paperwork. This made absolutely no sense. I never, and I mean NEVER, worried about home work in high school.

So I got back to Austin very perplexed and frustrated. The following Monday morning on the bus ride to school my friend tells me how worried he was that weekend about up coming tests and essays he had to write for school. He went on to say that he had stayed up late working on school work and, instead of having the school work nightmare he had expected, he had the most incredible sex dream of his life. . . with a girl he had never seen before!

I carefully asked him to describe her, having not done so myself at that point. He described her perfectly save for a few of details. I then showed him the photo I had of her and his jaw dropped. "That's her," he said. "Except she had different hair and was wearing . . ." he went on to describe the hair cut and dress of the girl in his dream. It matched perfectly with the hair style and dress she had at the wedding.

Needless to say, I've never let him live this down.