I had a nice dream last night. It was fun and interesting and like a story, with a good hero and some bad people too. No MP3 players but that’s okay… there was no smell, either, and I don’t really remember the sound too well.

Anyway so it kinda started somewhere in a room like a meeting, or a party, and there was a guy there. He was younger than me, but very cute. Oh.. I remember, it was like an electronics store. But then it kinda morphed into a training room for work or something, but it wasn’t work, it was something else I wanted to learn. Something technical but I don’t remember now what it was.

His name was Justin or Justice or Joshua… it started with a J and had some U’s and C’s in it… I remember looking at his name in writing, but I couldn’t quite pronounce it from the written letters. I can’t usually read in my dreams, and this was the same. I didn’t really read, rather I just picked out some letters.

He was one of the instructors. Not the lead, but he was so friendly he was amazing. He was friendly and smart as a whip and good at what he was doing. I’d stand really close to him and he would show me what he meant (I still don’t know what I was learning) and it felt so good to be so close to him.

And he was telling us about the black area… and there was a spot on my hand where the bad magic, but it wasn’t really magic, it was more bad technology… either way, it could get in to me through the spot on my hand. And it could coat and take over anyone if it let them. And I was intrigued, but didn’t know quite what he meant or how it related to the technical training he was helping to give.

The room was fairly large and there were computers around, with flat screens, and there were a small group of trainers and a larger group of students.

Somewhere in here he told me I could call him at any time, anywhere, and he would appear to help me. And when I needed him in the training, he appeared out of thin air like he was apparating.

After a while we left and got into a car and I so badly wanted to snuggle in a bed with him and sleep with him… but we separated ways and I went with the other students I had come with. (I’m kinda filling in now a bit until…) I ended up in a house and I was alone, and I’d succumbed to the bad guys. It was like Justin/Justice/Joshua knew I was going to. He hadn’t told me not to. He hadn’t fought me about it. He was just gentle and accepting and knew I would do what I would do.

So this house, the darkness had gotten into me through the whole in the palm of my hand, yet it only did so because I allowed it to. Because I was curious about it. And there was like a black film that covered my body, like in Spiderman III when the black goo covered Spiderman. But it was bad, and I didn’t like it at all. Even though the rest of my friends were turning evil because of it and they wanted to stay that way.

So Justin, we’ll call him that because I like that best of the names, well, I needed him to come help me get rid of this black evilness. And so I called for him. And immediately he appeared in the small kitchen area. I was stunned, because I didn’t think he would come. The other studends hadn’t come into the house yet, so it was just me and him. And, again, he was gentle and patient and so damn attractive, and I felt so awful and guilty about succumbing to the blackness. And I asked him if he could get it off me.

And he could, and he did. He said he could only do it once. But he did something I don’t remember and it was immediately gone. I felt lighter and easier and so much better. And I still wanted in bed with that man and I kinda got there… but not really. Because it wasn’t a sexual dream at all. But he joked about me being older than him, and that he didnt’ care at all, and we went off to roll around in the sheets.

But damn, he was so wonderful. I have dreams about men like this quite a bit, depending on what day of the month it is. It’s just so nice to know my hormones are getting better again.

Dangit, I wish I could have story dreams like this all the time. I love them. I don’t control them, they are not lucid dreams, I don’t think I influence the course of the dream.. but dangit, I like them!