Saintly Dream Comes True

Cast of Characters:

Major Characters:

Stella Saint: Protagonist.

Denise Moore: Stella's friend and an intelligent psychology major.

Leona: A lesbian felina.

Minor Characters:

Jonathan Wood: A businessman and Stella's boyfriend.

Clark Dawson: Denise's classmate.

Crewmember: A burly man employed at McDonald's.

Lupe: A call girl.

Receptionist: A redhead employed at Baisamé Hotel.

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Stella Saint entered into a well-furnished spacious room. She looked about her. Nobody was there and she asked herself, 'Now, where is she?'

Suddenly, the door opened. She turned around, and saw a grey tabby entering the room. The cat was wagging its bushy tail as it walked toward Stella. Its minty green eyes had a mesmerizing effect on her. The door closed automatically behind the animal and a feminine voice echoed into her mind, 'Come on baby! Let's make out.'

Stella felt a soft touch on her shoulders. Her clothes went off to shreds. She shivered while a fleshy and wet thing flicked over her voluptuous body. Then, she was hurled on a bed. The tabby jumped and got higher before it landed slowly on her torso.

Instantly, the smiling face of a girl hovered above her. She had short streaked hair and grey complexion. That girl spoke something to Stella but she could not understand a word.

The girl kissed her lips. Stella closed her eyes submissively. The outlandish lesbian breathed along her neck. She nuzzled her head into Stella's mega tits, and opened her mouth to suck them.

Stella laughed for a delightful sensation on her tits. She opened her eyes and found the tabby instead of the girl. The cat's whiskers tickled her smooth skin as it licked her nipples swiftly. Soon, they were hardened and her pussy twitched in pleasure. She began to moan.

Stella's moans distracted the cat. It rose and mewed. She could perceive an indignant look in the feline eyes. Almost immediately, it waxed and turned into a silhouette. She felt the same soft touch on her legs. They were splayed in plain automaticity. The silhouette distorted, demarcated, and defined itself as the grey girl who was holding Stella's round thighs apart.

The girl opened her mouth and there came out a phallic shaft; it was her tongue. Stella hissed as it invaded her pussy. The shapeshifter retracted her weapon and propelled it once again into the welcoming cunt. Then, she kept up the good work and her fucking pace developed with each push.

The tongue was hitting Stella to the hilt. Soon, all the sensation centered within her pussy. She bit her lip. The walls of her cunt quivered in pleasure. She screamed as torrents of her cum gushed into grey girl's mouth...

And she woke up in her dim-lighted boudoir. That vivid and weird dream had roused her again. It had been disturbing her for five consecutive nights. Stella could not ignore it even though she was a realist. Dreaming about the grey girl was a terrible thing for her but Jonathan Wood, her boyfriend, used to say that she would drive a lesbian crazy with her stunning beauty.

Stella was 28 years old. She had an oval face. It looked alluring due to wide-set brown eyes, thick eyelashes, straight nose, and heart-shaped lips. Her honey blonde hair was long, glossy, and copious. Moreover, she was endowed with an hourglass figure and inviting looks. Jonathan loved to fondle and suck her full tits; 36E bras were fit for them. He used to stroke along her wide hips and squeeze her plump ass-cheeks. Since he was a good tease, she always urged him to eat her out and he complied with her avidly. When she was ready for him, he fucked her to his gratification.

Stella blinked at the ceiling. She was recalling her dream. A cold jet from the air conditioner caressed her and she felt the dankness between her thighs. Hence, she reached down and touched herself. "Ah! Not again," she said.

Stella sat up and pushed her fingers deep. They got soaked within her lubed pussy. The top sheet, already laid in a mess beside her, was not worth a damn. She raised her hand to observe her cum. Then, she felt the bed sheet. There was a wet spot between her legs. "Shit," she said.

Stella turned her eyes to look at the wall clock. It was 6 a.m. She never changed the bed sheet or showered at late night before that nagging dream. While speculating on it, she resolved to communicate with her bosom friend. Hence, she took her cell phone from the nightstand and browsed through the Contacts folder to locate Denise Moore. She texted her: I need to talk to you. Call me when you get up.

Denise called her after two hours. "Hi", answered Stella.

"Hey! What's the news, Ella?" Denise asked.

"All is well," she said.

"Whew! Girl, you had me worried."

"I'm sorry Denni," Stella apologized, "but you are the only person I open my heart to."

"Well thanks, but don't tell me Jonathan wasn't with you last night."

"Oh, you know he can't be here yet," said Stella. Jonathan was out in Atlanta for some business transaction.

"Yeah, he hasn't been here for six days. Hey! Are you both planning something terrible? I hope he isn't running away."

"Shut up! It's a dream I want to talk to you about."

"You want to talk about a-WHAT?"

"It's a dream."

"What a big surprise! Ok, I'm ready."

Stella recounted her dream from A to Z and said, "That's all."

"Oh my," said Denise, "what a fabulous cat! It can transform itself into a lesbo, a silhouette, and someone invisible who can speak into your mind. Oh how I wish to have such a pet!"

"DENNI, that's just a dream!"

"Yeah, and what a great dream it is!"

"Are you kidding? That dream of yours has shaken me up, OKAY."

"It isn't my dream, sweetie. You are the one who had it."

"Ah, please Denni! I can't sleep well. That stupid dream is disturbing me every night and-I don't know WHY?"

"That is a very good question but you have to wait for an answer until-7 p.m."

"Ok. Should I call you then?"

"Gosh! How can you forget? Today is FRIDAY."

Stella gasped. She and Denise used to go out on Friday nights. "Oh yeah," she said. "You're right! That dream is really getting on my nerves."

"I understand, baby. We need to work something out for this. Um-right now, I'll go and see Clark. He has been so helpful and supportive you know, and..."

"Oh Ella, he's so sweet, so dashing, so charming," Stella said mimicking Denise's accent. Clark Dawson, a psychology major, was a handsome guy. He was carrying out research into dreams. Denise and other female classmates fancied him, but he seemed too busy to be interested.

"Er-well, see you then," said Denise and she ended her call. Stella chuckled, and she put her cell phone back on the nightstand. She spent her time watching television, eating her lunch, and taking a nap.

Stella slept like a log until six thirty-five. Her jaw dropped as she looked at the wall clock. "Gosh! I've taken a long siesta," she said. "Denni will kill me for sure."

Stella removed the top sheet hastily, got out of bed, and walked over to the wardrobe. She opened it, and looked at her dresses. "Aha," she said. "This will be spot-on." She chose a red sheath dress with patent belt. Then, she stooped down to her shoe cabinet and fished out a pair of matching heels.

After attiring herself, Stella put on some make-up and combed her hair. Her lips curved into a smile as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. "Wow," she said, "I love you darling. You're so..."

Stella froze as she noticed a young girl who stood behind her. She sported a boy crop hairstyle. Her round face was pleasant, yet it had an apprehensive expression owing to the prominent green eyes and downward-turning lips. She had a grey complexion and pointed ears, which made her look inhuman.

Stella turned around but to her astonishment, there was no sign of the grey girl. When she looked back at the mirror, she could only see her reflection.

Stella frowned. 'That's strange, really strange,' she wondered. 'A girl who doesn't exist but I can see her in the mirror, and she resembles the lesbian in my dream. Golly! Am I losing my mind? Perhaps I've been thinking too much about her.'

The alert tone startled her. She picked up the cell phone. Denise had sent her a message and she read it: Where the heck are you? I'm at McDonald's, watching people like an imbecile. She replied: Hang on dear. I'm on my way. Then, she took her white handbag and got out to the carport.

Stella stopped in her tracks as she saw a grey tabby sitting on the hood of her Mercedes-Benz. The cat fixed its minty green eyes on her. It was watchful and ready to flee if she made a move. Instead, she stared at the animal and felt that it was a look-alike of the cat in her dream. Then, she shook her head. "That's absurd," she said. "It isn't necessary to correlate any tabby with the one in my dream."

The tabby mewed. It leaped down and disappeared behind the car. Stella resumed walking, and opened the car door. She cast a glance at her right but the cat was nowhere in sight.

Stella arrived at McDonald's in 15 minutes. She found her bespectacled friend at a corner table. Denise had no sex appeal. She did not often groom herself. As always, her freckled face looked pale and her brown hair was messy.

The two beamed at each other. Stella walked over to the table and Denise stood up to greet her. They exchanged quick pecks on cheeks and took their seats together.

"Ella, my dear," said Denise, "I was wondering why you didn't show up here in time. What took you so long?"

"Er-I'm sorry. Actually, I took a nap."

"I see. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes."

"That is great news! Let's see what is going to happen tonight," said Denise, "and you don't have to say sorry. I am chill. Okay?"

"Yeah, I can see that. Thank you for your assurance."

Denise laughed. She turned her head to look at the counter and signaled a crewmember. When he came to their table, she told him to bring two Big Mac Combo meals. He nodded and retreated.

"You are in the mood, I guess," said Stella as Denise looked back at her. "Did Clark say anything special when you met him?"

"Nah," said Denise, "he's too tough to ride the wagon. Cause, he always keeps his nose to the grindstone. You know, he's not like Jonathan."

"Yeah I know."

"So, I wondered how I could ask him. However, I managed to do so!"

"Brilliant! You asked him out for a date and he agreed, right?"

"Tut! It wasn't the date, silly. I asked him to lend me the thesis for today."

"Oh! Ok."

"He complied with me. I thanked him, went to the library, and skimmed through his thesis there. It's really a swell stuff on dreams."

"Cool! Did you find anything on my dream?"

"Yeah, I found some remarkable interpretation and wrote it down with my conclusion," Denise said. She noticed that a deep furrow appeared on Stella's forehead. "Do you want to read? Well, I think you must," she told her.

Denise opened her black handbag. She took out a rolled-up sheet of paper and passed it to her friend. Stella unrolled it and began to read:

Dream Interpretation:

Room and loneliness

To dream that you are alone in a luxurious room signifies some repressed urge for gratification in the waking life.

Cat

A cat, featured in the dream, is usually connected to a special woman in your life.

To dream of a grey tabby signifies that you are going to meet some mysterious female lover.

To dream that a cat jumps and overpowers you indicates your submission to a wild or perverted woman. It also means that you are going to move on in a new relationship. If the cat is angry or aggressive, it indicates that you will soon be dealing with a cunning person.

To dream that you are receiving a lot of affection from a cat represents your desire for having close physical contact with a female partner.

Voice of an Invisible woman

To dream that you are hearing the voice of an invisible woman suggests something that may emerge from the unconscious, leading you to a pleasant experience in the near future.

Nudity

To dream that you feel comfortable about being nude signifies an anticipated freedom from some social conventions. It also suggests that you need to express the feelings and desires, stifled within your unconscious.

Silhouette

To dream of a silhouette represents some aspects of the unconscious that you have not acknowledged or incorporated into your own personality.

Making Out

To dream of making out suggests a need for physical touch and connection. If you are making out with a female partner, the meaning of such a dream is self-explanatory.

Lesbian sex

To dream of lesbian sex, even though you are a straight woman in the waking life, represents that you need to explore your sexuality.

Orgasm, Ejaculation, and Squirting

To dream of an orgasm symbolizes your need to overcome the sexual hang-ups. To have a guilt-free and pleasurable ejaculation in a dream indicates an imminent release of some pent-up desire. If you are a woman and dream that you have squirted while having sex with a lesbian, it means that you have been bottling up the desire to have sex with a woman and you must express this aspect of your sexuality.

Shapeshifter

There is no record of the dreams featuring a shapeshifter in Clark's thesis. Hence, I cannot assign meaning to them. Nonetheless, the veracity of my conclusion and suggestion remains unquestionable.

Conclusion and Suggestion:

Ella's dream has been disturbing her because she has repressed her desire to be with women in spite of her acknowledgement to the straight persona. She must explore her real sexuality to stop this dream for good.

Stella looked up at her friend. "Well," Denise asked her, "what do you think?"

"I don't get anything," said Stella.

"Really? There's nothing unclear about this interpretation."

"You've written at the end that I must explore my real sexuality."

"Correct."

"What is this real sexuality anyway?"

"The answer to your question can be found in the conclusion," said Denise.

"Ah! Can't you answer me plainly?"

"Ok. To put it another way, you're a bisexual."

"NO WAY, that's ridiculous!"

"No, it isn't. Just tell me why you dream of a lesbian catgirl every night?"

"I don't know."

"Alright. Why do you wake up wet after having this dream?"

"You know, I have no idea."

"Of course I know, but you must realize the consequences of sleep deprivation."

"So what is the connection between my sexuality and the sleep deprivation?"

"Well, I have no reason to believe that they aren't connected. The human mind is extremely complex. If you keep it satisfied, everything goes fine with you. If an underlying desire is held back, it may lead one to anxiety or frustration. In your case, the outcome is an erotic dream."

"I see, but you are forgetting one thing. I wasn't disturbed when I took a nap today."

"Are you jumping to conclusions? Still, I cannot say that you won't be having this dream tonight. You need to explore your unconscious, my dear."

"There is no such thing as unconscious, I tell you."

"I'm really amazed! In spite of that, you can have a dream and it recurs every night depriving you of a sound sleep. Can you tell me, why?"

Stella had no answer to her question. 'I think Denni makes sense,' she thought. 'Perhaps I love to be with women and need to explore that so-called unconscious, but how?'

The crewmember came to serve the ordered meals at their table. He turned around and walked back to the counter. Denise began to eat. She noticed that Stella was contemplating on something. "You aren't eating the Big Mac," she said. "They are making it smaller but-it's yummy as always."

"I was thinking that..."

"All this dream interpretation is simply pointless, right?"

"No. It's about exploring the sexuality or that-unconscious."

"Now you're talking! It's the only thing that can stop your dream."

"How can it stop my dream?"

"Well, have you heard of diverting a prospect?"

Stella frowned. "No, I haven't," she replied curtly.

"Ok. I believe this dream is the warning of a future event," Denise went on. "You know, either a recurring dream or the precognition does signify something imminent."

"If something is going to happen to me, I'll be ready to face it. Why should I bother stopping the dream?"

"I can see, you have no idea about the consequences of sleep deprivation. Do you want to live with memory loss, depression, red puffy eyes, malaise, and hallucination?"

Stella stared at Denise. It occurred to her that she could perceive that inhuman girl again. "Goodness," she exclaimed, "you are scaring me!"

"I'm trying to help you. Cause, you can't wait for a female shapeshifter coming out of the blue and meet you someday."

Stella sighed. "Yeah," she said, "and I know that's impossible."

"Of course, it is. That's why you need to divert the prospect of having sex with some catgirl or a mysterious female lover. Just enact your dream and it won't disturb you again."

Stella laughed.

"That's not a joke," Denise told her. "You must ask a girl for one nightstand."

"What! Are you serious?"

"Oh, you know I'm damn serious!"

Stella's face fell. "Er-I think you are," she said.

"Remember, it's the only solution to save your mental health."

"Will it be easy for me to ask any girl for sex?"

"No, but you may ask a call girl."

Stella gasped, "A call girl! But Denni, I can't do that," she said.

"I think," said Denise, "you are worried about Jonathan's reaction if he ever knows this."

"Yes, he'll go mad and I don't want to lose him."

"Baby, it isn't the free love in your case. I assure you, he won't get a hint of what you're going to do. Nothing will be ruined between him and you."

"But..."

"Trust me, Ella."

Stella made a face, "I hate to do that," she said.

"I understand, but don't you see? A call girl can be a wild and cunning female lover whom you've never met before."

"I don't know if there are any lesbian call girls."

"Um-I know only one, but she is a bisexual. I can hire her for you."

"Give me a break! I had no idea of your acquaintance with a call girl."

"Please, don't misjudge me! I am not a solicitor to Lupe. I met her three months ago because I received the assignment to write an essay on the mentality of call girls and escorts. However, I needed some authentic source of information. I knew that one of my classmates was her regular client. Therefore, I consulted him for her cell number. He smirked and gave me her number. I called her and she answered. I asked her if she entertained female clients as well and she asserted that she did. I told her to come and meet me here."

"Ok. What happened then?"

"She agreed and we met the day after. A call girl doesn't entertain anybody except her clients, but she went on with answering my questions for a thousand bucks."

"A thousand bucks! But that's too much for an essay."

"Yeah, I don't give a damn what it costs. An A+ is my goal."

"Hum-will she believe that you really want to hire her for a client this time?"

"She will, my dear Ella! Just offer her a handsome amount and she's yours."

"How much will you offer her?"

"As a matter of fact, I won't call Lupe until you have this dream tonight-I mean, if you are disturbed again."

Stella wanted to say something but a purring sound startled her. She and Denise looked down. They found a grey tabby standing under their table. It was staring up at Denise.

Stella frowned. The tabby looked akin to the one she had seen about 45 minutes ago. Her eyes averted to Denise, who neither blinked nor gave a start as the cat jumped and settled itself on her lap. Denise's lips curved into a smile. She began to stroke the cat. "That's like a good kitty," she said.

'Denni never told me that she has a pet,' Stella wondered. She asked her, "Denni, is this your cat?"