I was on the floor in the den of my next door neighbor’s house, with my childhood friend, Lorraine, and some other guy, though the guy was peripheral.  She and I seemed to be of current age, but age didn’t seem like a factor.  The main thing was that she had given me some acid that I had just ingested, so we were laying down on the hardwood floor, patient in the expectation of beginning to feel the effects.  I (haven’t ever taken acid, btw, and) hadn’t taken it before, so far as I knew, in this dream reality, so I had no prior experience with it which might have shaped my expectations, so I just closed my eyes and tried to relax.  I began to feel a bit ‘spacey,’ not warped or hallucinatory at all.  I opened my eyes and felt a simple desire to have Lorraine more physically close to me.

I reached over and sort of scooped her up by sliding one arm under her torso and pulled her over to me by pulling her gently across the floor, which went smoothly enough.  She didn’t really respond — definitely there was no objection.  So I continued to embrace her in a hug which turned into a cuddle, and then I started to just pet her softly, in relatively benign areas like the arms and sides.  She seemed pleased enough, appearing to enjoy it but also not saying much.  Then my hands started drifting over more sensitive areas, like across her stomach, and that’s when I started to feel a bit of inclination toward some sexuality; it was just a ‘whiff’ of it — certainly it wasn’t ever the first thing on my mind — it seemed like the sentiment up to that point reflected my estimation of what would feel appropriate if I saw her today, just a product of pent up longing to see an old dear friend.  Growing up, she was like a big sister; we played a lot together, especially in the summertime.  She was an impressive person — academic/intellectual, athletic, and compassionate, so I looked up to and admired her.  The only time things were ever remotely sexual was one time when she wanted to ‘practice’ a kiss by pretending we were like a married couple where the dad just got home from work. “Honey, I’m home!” … muah muah.

So I wasn’t quite sure where things were at that moment, wondering if maybe the acid was casting a sexual ‘shade’ on the situation, but she seemed to be pleased and relaxed.  I was paying attention to her posture and noticed that her back was a little bit arched and her hips forward, I thought maybe it was a tacit invitation to touch more, although there was no explicit conversation about it.  It felt like it was ‘there’ — like it could have turned into more if that’s what we wanted.

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