Pisces of a Dream
A room within a room...from Book of Blue
postscript to Afternoon in Seattle
from the story:
The resulting sense of seclusion was astonishing. Nobody could ever find us. They never would. We were utterly alone.
I drifted back into the immediate present space, with Jillian kneeling before Coco, bowing to her pelvis reverently.
She then stood up and knelt down to one side of our friend, and I came over and knelt next to the other.
Do you know how sometimes you will be thinking about a dream and unexpectedly you remember a whole new branch? It was always there, just secluded by some little detail; its view obscured in a shadow…until it lights up…opens to a new dimension…
I just read the words, bowing to her pelvis reverently …and that happened.
After all this time...
Right in the moment between when Jillian bowed to Simpatico’s vulva, and stood up. That’s where the space is. A whole scene unfolded, in a parallel space, where the three of us were seated in a triangle. All of us naked. I knew that because it was a dream we had the ability to telepath.
Simpatico said without saying, We received your calling asking us for this. Today we are revealing how natural homosexual behavior is.
Jillian gazed toward me and opened up some kind of path between us. Eye contact became third-eye throat contact. As you progress, you will feel greater urgency to surrender vagina and admit your thirst for your own liquid life. The delight of that thought form will become your core pleasure on your journey — your vaginal thirst quenched by your own semen. You know your deeper thirst is for yourself.
Simpatico: You are drawn into what we call mirror celibacy. You understand when you reach the depth of that space, you are moments from homosexuality. You may feel that you took this slide unwittingly, thinkng you were being prepared to be a lifelong mirror masturbator.
Jillian: You may drink the semen of other men if you wish, and we know that you do.
My entire existence swelled with pent-up cum thirst. I replied with the echo of admission:
I want to drink from other men. I want to drink their semen.
My whole being relaxed, like never before.
She echoed, You may. You may also choose to be a mirror celibate self semen drinker.
My chest pounded violently as I heard those words,,,even as they evaporated into the air, and we were all back in a warpy kind of physical space, aboard the ship, on either side of Coco as she studied and enjoyed her own beauty in the mirror.,,as she mirror masturbated as a gift to us.