Biker
Dreams
By: Rainman & Pig
Somewhere
between sleep and reality in the dead of night, lays our dreams. For me on one recent Saturday morning there
would be no alarm clock to be awaken by, the work week was done, it was unwind
time. That meant it was time to remove
all the stress and worries. It was ME
time for a change. It was destined
to be time to rest and recharge the battery by enjoying the comforts of a soft,
warm bed, all covered up letting the world go by.
In
my gentle slumber I dreamed of all things good.
An open road deep in the Texas Hill Country, a typical country road
where there are plenty of hills and turns, where the trees along the side grow
over the top of the road and sunlight fights feverishly to shine through the
leaves. Pushing the limits of my riding
capabilities, I push the bike into the next turn, controlling the wild beast I
ride.
More
throttle, less push, stand ready to brake hard if needed. The last turn I roll out of reveals a nice
flat, open stretch of road with no cars. It’s just me, the bike and the
road.
Increase
hard on the throttle – clutch and shift - the beast between my legs comes alive
and is on the verge of out of control.
That
was when she called to me “Rainman”; it was a small whisper in the dead of night. The sound of the engine faded away.
“Who
was that” I wondered?
“Rainman,
come to me” I heard the whisper again.
The voice was comforting.
“Who is that – I don't
recognize who it is.”
“Rainman,
come to me, I want you” she continues.
Oh
man, this chick sounds so hot, who is she and what does she want with me?
“I
want you Rainman, come to me” she beckons.
The soft voice in my dream had no figure; I did not know who it was
talking to me. Then it was about that
time when I felt her touch my shoulder. It was comforting, gently pushing against me,
massaging...
I
heard her call my name again, ever so gentle, still soft as a whisper.
“Rainman”
Once
more I felt her touch my shoulder as she continues to call my name. Enveloped in the comfort of my warm bed and
bountiful rest, that is when one’s mind knows all is well with the world and
life as we know it, is about to get better.
Suddenly
coldness grabs at my heart as I abruptly leave my state of rest, I can feel fear
settle upon me as consciousness overtake my state of being. The last thing I remember of my dream was her
licking my finger – oh how it felt so erotic.
It was then I quickly realized who it was that called to me. That sickening feeling passed through my body
as I came to terms that my dreams were becoming not true.
There
was not to be a hot sexy blonde softly speaking in my ear, not even a crazy
red-head wanting to go for a ride. No, it was more like a male. One covered in dark gray fur with big long nose
whiskers. Yeah, you guessed it, our cat
Blue decided he was hungry at 4:30 in the morning that day. Did he have any appreciation for what my
dreams held for me? Oh, no way, why
would he ever do that? Knowing all too
well from past experience that if I chose to ignore him; he would not simply go
away. If I shooed him away, he would
just sneak in low and claw at the bed skirt until I got up. If I tried throwing a shoe at him he would
crawl under the bed and claw at the bottom.
If there was to be any rest with a chance of returning to my dreams of
the open road on this cold winter morn, I would have to get up and put some
food in his bowl.
In
a quick and decisive move I jumped up and raced him down the hall to the kitchen
where I found his bowl still had food in it from the night before. I wondered what was up with that. What could it be this cat from hell wants
from me at this hour of the morning? I
was plenty mad he woke me up on the morning I could sleep in, so I decided to
dispense some justice and I kicked him one good time to leave me alone. On my way back to bed, I passed by Pig on the
couch. I heard a grumbling muffled sound
that said “If I was you, I would put his ass out in the garage for waking you
up” Pig said. “Especially since I fed him an hour ago” he continued.
Taking
Pigs advice (which is something I rarely ever do) I gathered the cat up from
the floor and tossed his butt out in the cold garage. Sounds cruel you say? Not considering he just had to ruin one of my
best dreams I have had in a long time. No
worries though, I still had a few hours of sleep to catch until Pig & I
would head out on the bike. Maybe then, I
can find that stretch of open road for real instead of in my dreams.
Pig
writes:
Before
we headed out that morning – I paid that stupid cat back for waking us up so
early. I stuffed his butt in the saddle bag for about an hour before we
left. Boy, he sure was pissed when I let
him out LOL.
Ride
HARD or Stay Home.
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