Chapter 4-London Bus Dream

That very same night, she had the feeling of being unleashed and welcoming yet odd; she was frightened to even close her eyes, but her bed was her oasis. She had always had a little sparkle of joy before falling asleep. She was that way from childhood. Her bed was her favorite thing, and it made her as happy as any other treatment. And when her thoughts became nonsense and more fascinating, she knew she was falling asleep. Now all she had to do was let go.

Someone sneaked into her bed and crawled their hand into her nightgown, near her perfect mountains. He heard her gasp when he sucked one of her buds. He didn't care if anyone could hear her moaning in his name outside her bedroom. Besides, he just needed a release.

"God! Mr. Walton, stop it! " She tried to push him away, but he automatically slid his hand through her nightgown and touched her where it was wet and moist. Their emotions were on high, and before they knew it, they began to kiss passionately. As they kissed gently with their eyes shut. He heard her little moan, whispering to him to go even further. Mr. Walton ran his hands through her nightgown and pulled it apart. For a second, they parted their lips and looked into each other's eyes. There was something so disarming about seeing her naked.

There's a vulnerability in her eyes that he can't resist. His eyes traveled from her face to her collar bone, delicate in the semi-darkness, then to her breasts. Without lingerie, they sit lower, more real, less close together, each so perfect and molded to their form. He didn't linger too long, just long enough for him to see how marvelous she was to him. He wanted to look into her eyes, and his hands could tell him the rest.He heard her little moan that she wanted to conceal yet couldn't. She was soft and her breasts were so warm and responsive to the touch. As soon as his hand was upon them, their kisses shifted, becoming richer and more luscious. She wanted him inside her now. She could almost feel the moisture running down from her core.

Mr. Walton was tasting her, licking every inch of her flesh, making her moan and whimper for more. She was beyond saving now. She wanted more. Then suddenly, everything went black. She was shivering from the cold as she landed on the cold mountain.

Unlike the earlier dreams, these new dreams she was having now were different. His sword found a sanctuary in her rib cage, forcing its way into her precious heart. That strain again! Oh please, not this time! It stings so badly! It's unbearable. Nothing hurts more than the look in his eyes, his contempt visible as his mouth tightens in a grin.A hollow, broken shell! The bitterness! The eye of a lover free from suffering. Bile surged through her throat as she glimpsed a broad smile extend into a jeer. In that moment, she knew her face had paled. But why?

WHY? The fuck I'm here and not on the bed, moaning and screaming Mr. Walton's name? Aghh!

The roaring winds were chilly and awful in a rage against the winter blasts. The clear skies were silent and the quantity of snow that had been blown in this way was a pile-up. That memory, with him stabbing her heart, puzzled her as every time it crossed into her deepest thought, she could feel the pain as it was so real that somehow she thought maybe it happened and not just here in the Land of Nod. It goes in and out of her thoughts as the wind blows, chilling her face. Who was this man?

As she walked, she felt something familiar within her, something tingling. Sinister but welcoming.

She comes to a sudden stop, as a scent

Lingering in the open, an essence she was all too familiar with, like a fresh flower! She tilted her nose in the air, closing her eyes, allowing it to lead her where the whiff was getting stronger. 

When it's the strongest, she stops and opens her views; she was standing in front of the enormous tree with icy draping branches, and the underside was a large, superman-style pajama and some nice-looking butt cheeks. "SUGAR IN MY COFFEE," she thought. Wait.

A body?

A man?

Is that him?

Is that Mr. Dickhead Walton?

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Sean was awake, and beyond amazing, he was alarmed, and something deadly bit his arm. Where did he get that ugly-looking poisonous bite? 

Catherine was beyond surprised. How on earth? Why is he here? In the Land of Nod? Where is Cold Mountain?Is this why she dreamt of him earlier in his bed? How is this possible?

Sean regained his senses and his reasoning, unable to believe or fathom what had just happened. He spoke up but found no words. He was determined to move towards something, as if to make a point, but felt too weak to even raise a finger. He took a deep breath and thought again. He gave it another effort to better comprehend this bizarre event.

Sean shrieked and released all of his pent-up emotions of fright, erupting in a series of angry barbs.

What the heck's going on? Where the hell am I? Oh, God! As far as I can remember, I was just sleeping on my bed. " He snapped and trailed off. His voice was breathless. His eyes were already closing. He tried to stay focused.

He looked over and turned towards her, this woman in his dream. Was Catherine?

He was more than surprised that she'd have the guts to look amused. 

She stared at him, speechless even. She came to stand in front of him, her silky blond hair blown by the wind and her big brown eyes so innocent and yet confused. He thinks to himself, was this a hallucination? How could she seem so real and beautiful at the same time?

Catherine shifted her face.

"I have no idea." Chuckling, her eyes bore into him.

Then, shocked alarm changed her gaze as he wondered why, until he recognized that she had been gaping at his clothes, up and down, and was laughing. Her laughter was so free and pure, so innocent despite her adult years. It occurred to his ears as a tickle and bounce-and only a flimsy heart could do anything but join in such a considerable laugh. 

Suddenly, he realized he was in his unfashionable open-neck shirt and superman pajamas, and at that moment, he knew he was beyond embarrassed. 

And at the moment, the embarrassment was immense, and he could have hidden, as a child might have, but it was a chance to own it and show that he was more grown-up than all that. With the inner strength of a superhero, he had dismissed her laughter.

He pinched the bridge of his nose.

"You think this is funny? Wasn't this what they call "hallucination with fun?"

"It's not supposed to be entertaining!" He protested, watching the woman half-smiling this time, running a hand through his hair to smooth it out as much as possible. He hates it when the wind messes it up.

When he was done adjusting himself, he bent down over her. Then he leaned into her ears, then whispered. Don't forget, I'm still your boss, Catherine.

"Oh common, relax. Take a deep breath, in and out, in and out, "she smirked." Never taking her eyes that were full of energy,

His hunger for her lips increased at the sight of them. He wanted to devour her.

Wait, what kind of dream was this? making him a poetHe thought.

Following her stupid suggestion, he asked himself, "Is he even here?" Or was this all just a figment of his imagination?

How did he end up here? Is he just a character plucked from his deepest fantasies? A creation of his unconscious mind? He asked himself.

Call it whatever you choose... " She shrugged, then trailed off, "I'm tired and cold. I don't want to deal with any drama right now, but maybe you are correct! "

Maybe this is real? Believe me, besides, I have been here often, and trust me, I could walk on this terrain if I needed to. " She smirked. "Or maybe Mr. Walton, you are in my dreams."

He stares at her, eyes blurring. He glances at her, looks at her. This was all just too odd for him. Something was strange.

But don't fret, your confusion will be gone when you wake up, anyway! You won't remember a thing. " She added.

He was still in a confused state of shock and could not even muster anger. 

"Are you certain? But if this is our dream, or I don't know....." it aroused his curiosity. How can I talk to you so vividly? I have never had such an experience before! "

"Bet you haven't," she retorts back while trying to fight the numbness in her soft hands.

You realize this is a dream, don't you? None from the real-world that I knew of were here! Except you, now! Nor did I think of any discussion like this or have discussions with. "

"Yes, and won't I recall this either?" He asked her, then rubbed the stress from his mind. His confusion was clear from miles away.

I don't see, I have no idea, I don't even know-how you are here or why you are here in the Land of Nod. She smiled. That grin wasn't the prettiest thing he had seen in a while, for it did not extend to her eyes and deep into her soul. It looks miserable.

You refer to this dreamland as "The Land of Nod?" How original. " He mocked with a brief smile on his lips, looking around, trying not to look intimidated by her big sparkling green-brown eyes.

"Yes! At the very least, I didn't call it "Dreamland."Catherine was ridiculed.

Do I recall all the memories of our conversations after I woke up? Or I won't? "He implored while Catherine stood there in a fitted shirt; gone was the girl in the office earlier.

Does Sean even remember her name? This was shocking. She never recalled introducing herself to him earlier in the office, or did she? Catherine thought that alone brought a grin to her face. making her giggle as she answered him back, a plan running wild in her head. 

You are lucky enough to survive in this place, you know. Those ugly creatures who bit you were poisonous, and they wound you in your left arm. Am I correct? " She asked, trying not to grin, as the wind became vulnerable against this snowy mountain, her muscles working even harder.

Sean paled in no time, looking at his swollen arms. How could she see that? Sean asked himself. This was his dream, all right? How could she see that? Wait a minute, where did he get this? This is by far the most insane dream he'd ever had. How did she see so much? Sean thought. I was strolling, checking on the snow-covered mountains. He didn't understand why the cold did not bother him at all. He was in his pajamas, for heaven's sake. And why does this place feel so familiar that he can almost taste the wind? After all, it is not every day one is lost in his dream or consciousness or even converses with somebody whom he doesn't expect to exist in his dream. He calmed his senses first and then continued to ask.

What about these swollen arms? This was not real, was it? " He asked.

Catherine smiled, albeit didn't even bother to answer him back. Instead, she pretended not to listen and hummed a song.

"Catherine," he shouted, and still no response.

"How can my subconscious mind be so harsh to play such tricks on me?" He wondered aloud. There were millions of questions that ran through his head.

Mr. Walton, have you forgotten that sarcasm and wit are two things you are good at? What are you so anxious about? " She added, connecting his words to a certain line of reasoning.

"I'm not afraid." He yelled. Maybe a little, but there was no way he would let her know that he thought this was just a product of his hallucination gone bad slash sleeping pill overdose.