3 comments/ 16283 views/ 0 favorites Dream Catcher Dreams Ch. 02 By: My Erotic Tail Lynn pulled up to the valet in front of the elegant hotel. Received her ticket from the young man and handed him her keys. He opened the trunk to her car and the bellhop immediately tended to her bags. Lynn reached in to the front seat and picked up the Dream Catcher. Its long white feathers with black tips, hung from the oval with leather strap webbing. Green and white beads here and there brightened its apperance. The feathers swayed with the light breeze that was blowing in the Hotel's over hang. Lynn made her way to the front desk with the bellhop right behind her. Approaching the front desk she placed her arms on the counter as she removed her sunglasses. "May I help you." Addressed a tall slim man with a clean cut appearance and his jacket just a tad to small for his lanky frame. "Yes, reservation for Lynn Wilkerson," Lynn said with a tired and exhausted tone. Pulling her medium black hair back with one hand and letting out a sigh. "I made it," She thought to herself. "Ahh yes, Mrs. Lynn Wilkerson of Lost Maples Texas, correct?" The clerk asked. "Yes," Lynn replied. Still holding the Dream Catcher against the counter. Her purse strapped over her shoulder and her sunglasses she stuck on-top of her head. "Very well, sign here please ma'am," the clerk handed her a pen while placing the papers before her. Handing the card-key to the bellhop. The elevator dinged as the doors opened to a grand hall of the elegant hotel. A crushed velvet rug and highly crafted molding of wooden trim adorned the walk way. Lynn walked down the hall till she got to her door, room 999. The bellhop unlocked the door and pushed the cart carrying her luggage into the room. She laid the Dream Catcher on the bed and dug in her purse for a tip to give to the young man. Placeing a five-dollar bill in his palm and he left the room smiling. Lynn turned and switched the television on then went into the bathroom and checked out her surroundings. Then walked to the telephone, picking up the receiver and pushing zero. She sat on the side of the bed and turned to gaze at the television. Running her hands along the soft bed spread. "Yes, operator. Could you connect me with Jameson and Keller Attorneys at law, please." Crossed her legs and swung her foot back and forth while she waited. She watched the television set for a moment then glanced at the Dream Catcher. Its 8 feathers spread out on the bed with the blue bed spread for backing. She was lost in a stare at its alluring charm. "Myth has it, if you were kind to her she granted you wishes with feathers," She recalled the waitress's comments about the old woman that had sold her the Dream Catcher. Lynn inspected each of the 8 feathers wondering about the ninth and its disappearance. The thoughts of her dream at the last chance motel still stirred her. "Yes ma'am this is Lynn Wilkerson, I'm confirming an appointment with Mr. Keller, for 9 am tomorrow," Lynn paused. "Yes, I have arrived at the hotel just a few minutes ago," She paused. "What, a limousine? I didn't... Oh he did? Ok, thank you. Yes ma'am I'll be ready for it at 8:30 am. Thank you, good bye." Lynn placed the phone down and smiled deeply. "A limousine?" She thought, "Wow, that's nice of them...I think." She was puzzled but relieved that she had made it to LA. and called to confirm her appointment for the reading of her Uncle Nick's will. Her Uncle was a wealthy man, she didn't know too much about his affairs. Just remembered the joy he brought her at Christmas, back when the family would all get together. Uncle Nick was her father's brother. She hadn't heard much from him since her father's passing. But knew he was a millionaire and lived in Southern California. "Wish I had a million bucks," Lynn said looking into the Dream Catcher with a fixed stare into its mesmerizing interlaced webbing. Her body slid onto the bed as she curled up into its comforting spread. She began breathing deeply and starting to un-wind. Her mind raced with all the thoughts of her life right now. So much has hit her all at once. The Passing of her Uncle, the strange dream and the Dream Catcher. Not to mention her troubles at home, the usual financial difficulties. Lack of romance and sex in a marriage filled with duties. A flash of light caught her attention from the television. Its brightness grew till she shielded her eyes from its blinding light with her arm. The room came back into focus as the light disappeared. She sat up slightly looking at the snowy picture it yielded. "Carefull what you wish for!" Came out of the television speakers. An image of the Old Indian Medicine woman flashed on the screen then dissapeared. Lynn's eyes shot open and she set up on the bed as a knock came at the door. "Yes?" Lynn yelled out as she scrambled to get up scratching her head and stretching. "Who is it?" There was no reply. Un-safely and sleepily she opened the door. Standing there at the door was the Indian man that fired her passions. He stepped into the room with his glazed skin and muscular frame. Leaning in and kissing her deeply, immediately. Lynn pushed him back with her hands but it was no use he was too strong. Her mouth was consumed by his hungry kiss. He picked her up and carried her to the bed then laid her down. She was breathless. He went to lie on the bed when Lynn shouted. "No," he stopped and looked at her with confusion. Lynn pointed to the door that was still wide open. The man gazed at it a moment and the door began to shut. Lynn stared with amazement but soon he was back to pressing his lips to her's. She heard the clicking of the doorknob as he was grabbing her, pulling her to him tightly and strongly. Removing her clothes with one hand while holding her tightly with the other. She wasn't accustomed to this type of attention. "Almost animalistic," she thought. A smile came across her face while she began pulling him to her sensually. Her craving for his ravishing became stronger than her will to resist. She felt him enter her, pushing and pressing. Then started paceing his humps deeper. Lynn tightened and received him willfully. Opening to his thrusts. Their bodies clashed into each other feverishly. Lynn gripped him tightly as he rocked back and forth, filling her fully. Driving his strong body into hers with powerful thrusts. She gripped the pillow tightly while pulling it between her legs as she heard the knock at the door. Glanceing around the room she saw no one, pulling the pillow from between her legs. Then came the knock at the door again. "Coming," she shouted while rolling out of the bed sleepily. Still dressed and wiping her eyes Lynn yelled out, "Who is it?" "My name's Charles Duncan ma'am, I'm the limo driver." Said a voice from the other side of the door. Lynn opened it and there stood a large man in a black suit with a charming smile. "Sorry ma'am but I was told to meet you at 8:30? And..." "Yes. Yes, give me one second." She turned and went to the bed and picked up her purse and looked down at her shoes that were still on. Glanced in the Mirror for a quick finger brush through her hair. Looking at the bed in the Mirror she saw the Dream Catcher. Turning towards the bed she gazed at the Dream Catcher laying on the blue bedspread. "Seven feathers?" She thought as she counted them again. She looked around the bed quickly then recounted them again. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, well thats odd," she thought. The limo driver cleared his throat before speaking. "Were running a bit late ma'am," He said kindly. Lynn looked at the driver standing in the hotel's hall while the door was still open. He stood with his feet slightly apart and hands behind him enterlaced. "Yes of course," She said then headed out the door shutting it. She followed the man all the way to the limousine. He opened the back door and Lynn crawled into the vehicle's spacious interior. In a matter of moments the long automobile was cruising down the street. "Like riding on air," she thought. Lynn glanced through the tented window at the shops and buildings that flashed by one after another. Feeling something in her hand she glanced down and saw a feather in her fist. She gripped it tightly and pulled it to her face. "I've gotcha," she thought. Looking at the Long white feather with black tip and quil with one green bead and one white bead tied to it with horse hair. She became intranced by its contours. "Mrs. Wilkerson...Mrs. Wilkerson..." A man in a suit stood over her shaking her. "Are you alright Mrs. Wilkerson?" The man seemed concerned. Lynn opened her eyes wider and picked her self up off the floor confussed. "What happen...where am I?" Lynn asked while looking at the strange but sharply dressed gentleman. He pulled lightly on her arm and helped her to her feet. She was a bit shaken but managed to get the chair closest to her. The man brisked away and open a small refrigerator at the bar along one office wall. He pulled a small bottle of water from its depths, opened it and handed it to Lynn. "Thank you," Lynn said taking the bottle then taking a drink. "You obviously fainted Mrs. Wilkerson, no need for alarm, I've seen this before." The man was coy and cassual. Lynn was looking around the office full of bookshelves, books, a bar, a couch, and a large polished wood desk. The man settled into a large leather chair and began organizing his papers. Then placeing them infront of her and handing her a pen. "Just sign here by the x," he said smiling holding the pen out to Lynn. Lynn was confussed and took the pen and looked at the papers. Reading along its length with curious brow. "Inheritance transfer of one-hundred and thirty nine thousand nine hundred and ninety nine dollars and sixty nine cents?" Lynn's jaw dropped then she shut her mouth and looked at the man behind the desk. "This is for...?" "In fear of you fainting again Mrs Wilkerson, please sit back and I'll explain it again." The man waited till she was settled in her seat before he proceeded. "Your Uncle Nick's Mansion and estate sale barely covered his debts. His partners in his corporation have bought his shares of the company legally and his back taxes and land taxes with penalties and intrest leaves you one hundred and thirty thousand and...what ever is there Mrs. Wilkerson." The man said while sitting back in his big leather chair. Lynn soaked his words up while reading the document before her. "This says here that the original inheritance was 2.4 million dollars. Mr.?" Lynn asked questioning. "Keller," The man said with concern. "Mrs. Wilkerson, are you ok?" "Yes, yes I'm fine." Lynn continued to read then signed at the x as per his request. The man readily took the papers the minute her pen left the paper and tore off the back copy and handed it to her. Then taking a manila envelope from his desk and handing it to her. "This is some old photos and two keys, one is a storge building where the remainder of your Uncle's belongings were placed. It is paid up for one year Mrs. Wilkerson, then you'll be liable for it. The safe deposit box has been transferred into your name for you to obtain its contents." Mr. Keller said then leaned back in his chair again. "Long story short Mrs. Wilkerson, you would've HAD a million dollars, had your Uncle taken better care of his affairs. Lynn shot a cold look at the man till she recalled her own words, "Wish I had a million bucks." Over and over the words went through her mind. The TV was sideways as her head layed on the bed. She sleepily looked around the room. Slowly she raised up and wiped her eyes. The television's picture was fuzzy but the show was visible. The Dream Catcher lay on the bed beside her. She become quickly mezmerized by its weavings in her groggy state. Then she reached out and picked the trinket up and brushed its seven feathers. "Seven feathers?" She thought, then began searching for the missing feather. Around the bedspread and along the floor then under the bed. Her head popped up as she recalled seeing it in the limo. "Limo?" She thought slightly confussed. "That was a dream?" She sat on the edge of the bed and wiped her face again. Then looked down at the Dream Catcher and its seven feathers and oval webbing. Thinking about her dream and the possibility of almost having a million dollars. "Well thats what I asked for," she thought. "I guess I should have said I wish to HAVE a million dollars." She chuckled as she got up and went to the bathroom. Lynn reached to turn the light on and the illumination became blinding. Lynn sheilded her eyes with the back of her hand as she began to back up. The light dimmed and every thing was back to normal. Lynn reached down and pinched herself and felt the sting. "Nope, not dreaming," she said as she went in and began her shower. The water was warming as she stepped into the basin. The pelting spraying water massaged her tense body. She curled up into its warmth with her hands together and at her chin. Eyes closed and basking in the feel of the hot waters beatings. Her thoughts began to wonder of her dreams and the tall Indian that kept frequenting her dreams. His strong muscles that enveloped around her and pulled tightly. His hot breath and alluring scent of musk. The feeling she got of being so small in comparison to his large frame. The large hands that caressed her with strength and power. She was rubbing the soapy cloth along her breasts and cleavage. The cloth's glides over her body were slippery. Reaching between her legs and pressing on her swollen clit. Her whole body tightened at her tender touching, then rubbing. Lynn's fingers twisted her nipple while her other hand's fingers pressed into herself deeply. Her thoughts were filled with the man in her Dreams. The tall muscular Indian that filled her with desire. Vibrantly she shook her hand at her slit driving herself to ecstasy quickly. Jerking from her own hand's playfull rubs. Pulling taughtly at her nipple till it popped from her fingers. She let out a heavy sigh as her orgasm peaked and her hands curled up to her breasts caressing them fully. The shower was filled with steam and a thick mist while she relaxed under the massaging hot water. The deep trance of the shower's mezmerizing feel was broken by the knock at the door. Lynn turned the shower off and listened, till she heard the knock again. "Just a minute," she yelled out as she got out of the shower and began drying off. Quickly she went into the room and grabbed her suitcase and slung it on the bed. "Who is it?" She shouted. "Limo driver ma'am." a mans voice said deeply. Lynn glanced at the clock on the wall of the hotel, 8:35. "Just a moment," she yelled and hurridly got dressed. Slinging her clothes on and closeing the suitcase. The Dream Catcher lay there on the bed still. She glanced at it and saw two sets of feathers. Three and three, "Wheres the other feather?" She gasped. Quickly searching the bed then grabbing her purse and slipping her shoes on while glancing around the room. "This gets stranger and stranger," she said as she went out the door. ........................................... Lynn was sitting at the attorneys office with a blank stare on her face. Her hand felt tight as she held her fist up to her face and the feather was in her hand. She looked at the attorney whom was rattling off legal jargon about her Uncles estate. She looked back at her fist and the feather was gone. The attorney looked at her puzzled and lynn just put her fist to her eyes as if drying a tear. Her mind was wirling with thoughts of her Uncles affairs and her strange dreams. "This traveling has taken its toll on me," she thought. The Attorney laid the papers before Lynn to sign and handed her a pen. Lynn looked at the man with confussion, then glanced at the documents. Inheritance transfer of one million, one hundered and thirty nine thousand, nine hundered and ninety nine dollars and sixty nine cents. "Mrs. Wilkerson...Mrs. Wilkerson...," the man stood over her shaking her. "Are you alright Mrs. Wilkerson?" The man seemed concerned. Lynn opened her eyes wider and leaned upright in her seat, confussed. The man brisked away and open the small refrigerator at the bar. Pulling a small bottle of water from its depths, opened it and handed it to Lynn. "Thank you," Lynn said taking the bottle then drinking from it. "I'm fine Mr. Keller, thank you," Lynn said pulling herself together. The man looked at her strangely and went back to his large leather chair. Lynn read and signed the documents, set the pen down and took a deep breath. The man took the papers and tore off the back copy and handed it to her. Then handed her a large manilla envelope. "This...," the man started. "Let me guess, old photos, a key to a storage unit with my Uncles belongings and a key to his safe deposit box?" Lynn said with convidence. The Attorney looked at her with bewilderment. "Why, yes. Yes indeed. How could you know that?" The attorney asked curiously. "I really don't know Mr. Keller. I think I dreamed this?" Lynn said slightly uncertian. Looking at the attorney with sincere eyes. ............................................... The limo ride was pleasant, as if riding on a cloud of air she thought as she reached over and pinched herself agian. "Ouch," she said lightly and snickered. The long limousine made its way along the streets of Los Angeles. Lynn's mind was raceing with thoughts, questions and memories. "Everything happened so fast," she thought. Lynn thought about the Dream Catcher's mystical charm and wondered how she was looseing the feathers. The dreams she had been having seem so real. Her Uncle leaving her his wordly possesions and the dealings with the attorney. The old women that had sold her the Dream Catcher and the tall Indian that fueled her passions. "A millionaire?" She gasped. Lynn was in a fixed stare out the window of the limo, as it went casually down the street. "Like a magic carpet ride," she thought. Dream Catcher Dreams Ch. 03 (This story was edited by LadyShianne, thanks S~) The limousine rode casually along the streets of Los Angeles while Lynn stared through the window as the stores and shops passed by. Her thoughts carried her back to her family's get togethers and her Uncle Nick's visits. He was always a cheerful man and almost always brought her a gift when he come to visit. It wasn't that he was her only uncle it was that he was her favorite relative, period. His passing saddened here deeply. The Limousine pulled up in front of the bank and parked along the curb. The driver got out and opened Lynn's door for her. She slowly exited from the vehicle's interior and scanned the skyscraper before her. She pulled her purse strap over her shoulder and went into the bank's lobby. She approached the receptionist's desk and gave her name and safe deposit box number. The lady quickly dialed a number on her phone and asked Lynn to have a seat. She had just sat down when she heard her name. "Mrs. Wilkerson?" A man's voice came from behind her. "Yes," she replied quickly and turned to see a man in a black suit approaching her. His black hair and pasted on smile had all the trademark banker's look to him. "I'm Ben Taylor, right this way please...and how are you today?" He asked politely, while shaking her hand. The two walked to a set of elevators and quickly went to a lower level. His casual conversation was charming but her mind seem to be elsewhere for most of the way to the safe deposit boxes. Ben Taylor opened the room in which her uncle's safe deposit box was in and allowed Lynn to enter then pointed to the wall that kept the box she was coming to see. "Your key please, Mrs. Wilkerson." The banker reached his hand out and took her key from her and opened up the box. He took the sealed drawer, and turning, placed it on the table behind them. "I'll give you a few minutes," he said, then left. Lynn set her purse down and sank slowly into the chair, gazing at the long steel box. She opened it with care and took a deep breath. The first thing she could see was a stack of papers and envelopes that she removed and flipped through quickly. One of the envelopes seem to have pictures so she opened it and thumbed through the selection of various photos. The pictures were mostly of her uncle's new wife, whom Lynn had never met. There were a few older pictures of her father and uncle together as kids. Then she saw her self with pigtails and the memories came flooding back. A tear rolled down her cheek and she wiped it away. As she sniffed Lynn mumbled, "I wish I could see him one last time." The lights became brighter and brighter until Lynn looked up from the safe deposit box and a flash caused her to shield her eyes. Using the photos in her hand to cover them, she then noticed that she now held a feather. A long white feather with black tips and two beads. A green one and a white one tied on to its quill. Lynn gaze at the feather until she heard someone say, "Hello, Dinky." Lynn gasped for breath as the words soaked into her ears. There was only one person in the world who called her that, Uncle Nick. Her eyes were on the feather that she held. She turned quickly and saw her uncle behind her. Jumping to her feet she lunged at him with outreached arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and embraced him with all her might. Her hands were free now, see looked bewildered at her empty palm but soon forgot the feather as she leaned back and smiled at her Uncle Nick. "God, I missed you Unkie Nickie," she said. It had been her special name for him all her life. Their smiles matched as their eyes met. She then noticed she was not in the bank but back home where she had grown up. It was like she had gone back in time to the last moment she had seen him. She looked around the old home before he finally spoke again. "Well, you gonna fish for it?" Uncle Nick always said that when he had a present for her. Her smile grew as she began darting in and out of his pockets like she did when she was a young girl. Checking every pocket deeply and thoroughly until she found something and brought it to surface. A small box that she gazed at with a huge smile. She looked into her uncle's loving eyes with a grin as she opened it. It was a charm bracelet with stars and moons. "I still have that same bracelet to this day..." Her words slipped from her mouth as her shoulder was shook. "Mrs. Wilkerson? Are you ok?" A man's voice broke her thoughts. She was startled for a moment until she realized it was Ben Taylor, the banker. He was looking at her hand that held the picture of her when she was younger. She placed the papers and pictures in her purse as she answered him. "Yes, Mr. Taylor, I'm fine. Just recalling old memories I guess." Lynn said as she began thumbing through the safe deposit box again. "I need just a few more minutes, please." "Of course," he replied then left the room again. Lynn was putting the contents of the box into her purse, some old coins and currency. A fraternity ring and several keys along with the envelopes and documents. She emptied the box and slowly rose. Ben Taylor immediately came to replace the safe deposit box to it's numbered slot then quickly went to the door and opened it for Lynn. "Thank you, sir," Lynn mumbled as she exited the vault of boxes. The limousine driver was patiently waiting outside as Lynn approached the vehicle. He opened her door and she crawled into the back seat, settling in as the driver began to pull away from the bank. "Back to the hotel?" The driver asked. "Yes, please," Lynn answered. ............................................ Arriving back at her hotel and entering her suite, she first caught a glimpse of the dream catcher on the bed as she laid her purse down. She saw that it now had only five feathers. "What the...?" Lynn blurted. Confused as to the disappearance of the feathers, she began searching around the bed for the missing feathers, looking along the floor and under the bed. Then she looked under the bedspread until she gave up the search. Sitting on the bed, she took the dream catcher in hand and pondered the mystery of the missing feathers and where they could have disappeared to. "I wish I knew where these feathers were going." She mumbled as she lay back on the bed with the dream catcher in her hands. The room seem to get brighter so she closed her eyes and curled up in the bedspread. "I am so exhausted and tired," she thought as she drifted into slumber. The darkness was soothing until she realized she was standing in front of the large web that once held her tightly. Looking at it's massive webbing with intrigue and curiosity, she noticed movement in her peripheral vision. Turning slightly she saw the big Indian walking steadily towards her. The tanned man that fueled her desires approached her quickly, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply. She thought about resisting but she submitted to him fully and returned the passionate kiss. His towering frame and strong grip excited her fully. His ravishing mouth on her lips, cheeks and neck caused her to melt into him. He fondled her breasts and ass cheeks while his tongue tasted her flesh. Nipping and licking her until she soared with delight. She wrapped her arms around him fully and returned his kisses. The tall Indian pulled back slightly, took her hand gently and began to walk away. He pulled her to follow while his massive hand encircled her dainty fingers. They walked away from the large web towards what seemed to be a small light at the end of a tunnel. It soon became clear that it was a small fire in a tavern that they swiftly approached. There at the fire was the old Indian woman, Little Breeze, stirring the fire with a stick and chanting a tune lightly. The big tanned Indian guided her to a seat on a large log next to the flickering flames. Lynn sat down and watched Little Breeze toying with the coals. The large Indian man quickly disappeared. "You have been busy with your wishes," the old Indian woman said smiling. Then turned with her charming grin and faced Lynn directly. "What's going on?" Lynn asked curiously. "Before you ask or wish for too much more perhaps you should consider the things you need." Little Breeze said with her polite manner. The old Indian woman's long gray braided hair adorned her shoulders with beads of green and white. In her hair were five long white with black tipped feathers. "Ok, what is that thing I bought from you? The Dream Catcher, what does it do and how come the feathers keep disappearing?" Lynn asked, trying to choose her words more carefully. Settling in closer to the warmth of the fire, she gazed at the seemingly witty old woman. "A dream catcher is designed to keep you safe while you sleep. A special one can even bring your dreams to life." The old woman smiled while she spoke with confidence. "Ok, so that means...?" Lynn asked. "It means what I have said. If you wish for something in your life, it will help you to achieve it." Little breeze said grinning. Lynn seemed to be just as confused as ever. "Look, I thank you for your kindness but I don't believe in all this mumbo jumbo. This is probably just another dream and I'll wake up on my bed as usual." Lynn said with a shortness in her tone of voice. "Ok, I can't make you believe in something but I can advise you to choose your wishes with a bit more caution. You should only wish for the things that will help you in life. And to answer your question..." Little Breeze stroked the five feathers in her hair. "These are my gift to you and as you receive a gift in your dream, the feathers shall return to me." The old Indian woman smiled while toying with the big white feathers that hung from her braids. The fire roared a bit as Little Breeze stirred the fire again. "Just be careful what you wish for, my friend," she said. The fire's flame flickered high as Lynn shielded her eyes and rolled to her side. She felt the dream catcher poke her in the arm. Opening her eyes, she saw the hotel room dimly lit. Looking at the dream catcher and it's four feathers next to her. She stirred and stretched then rose to her feet, turned on the television set and went to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, she removed her clothing. "Wait, four feathers?" Lynn asked herself. Confused and tired she dismissed it for now. Lynn stammered around in a bit of a daze. Her life was so full of chaos right now she figured a hot shower might wash some of her troubles away. She climbed into the shower and curled up into it's warm soothing massage. Her thoughts still lingered on Little Breeze's words. Whether they were a dream or not, they stuck in her mind. With her eyes tightly shut she soaked up the pleasurable feeling from the water's pelting blasts. Taking the soap and running it over her body, she lathered her skin with a soapy film. She ran her hands over her mounds, down her tummy and dipped between her legs, toying sensually with the puffy lips between her legs and back up to perky breasts. Twisting at her nipples, she made them hard as her other hand's fingers inserted shallowly in her puss, rubbing circles around her clit and enjoying herself fully. Her orgasm came in such delight that she bask in the warm shower for quite awhile. Taking the removable shower head from the wall, Lynn turned the jets on full blast and aimed it at her sensitive breasts. The hard spray of water caused her nipples to ache. Moving the lower, she let it pulse across her clit. The pressure of the water quickly brought her to the peak. Pointing it even lower, she spread her legs and let it enter her pussy. "Oh...." she gasped. It almost felt like a cock was throbbing inside of her. She moved the spray in a steady rhythm between her clit and her pussy entrance, over and over again until, finally, her pussy throbbed with another rapturous orgasm. "Oh, yes." She moaned as she leaned weakly against the shower wall. She then turned the water off and toweled herself dry. She slipped into her night gown and curled up into the bed to watch television. She glanced at the dream catcher lying there with it's mesmerizing web. The four feathers that were left fastened to it were effervescent. The mysterious disappearance of the other five feathers still eluded her. Lynn was exhausted from the past several days' trying times so she sank into the bed's covers and slipped off into a deep sleep while gazing at the dream catcher. Dream Catcher Dreams Ch. 04 Lynn awoke stretching broadly yawning with clinched fist. She bumped the dream catcher that still lay on the bed next to her. The TV was on that she had fell asleep watching. Laying there a moment to collect her thoughts she pulled the covers off of her in ready to roll out of the bed. When her feet hit the floor she sat there and wiped her eyes and face looking around the room. Contemplating her days events. Her mind began to recall the events the last few days and her longing for home was growing. "I'll go to the storage and go through my Uncle's things, then I can go home," she thought to herself. Still sitting on the bed she looked back at the dream catcher that spread out in it's oval shape with green and white beads. It's four feathers fanned out slightly from it's bottom. Her mind wondered of the tall Indian that had been filling her with passion. His strong presence and even stronger desires. Her lips curled up into a smile at the thoughts of his ravishing. "I wish he would just take me and ... well!" She thought to herself with a mischievous smile. The light in the room grew brighter and she shielded her eyes. The back of her hand touched her forehead then the illumination faded. Lynn looked up to see the Indian that she so desired. He walked towards her as she darted her eyes towards the dream catcher. It was still on the bed but now she only saw 3 feathers on it. Her mind was beginning to piece the puzzle together but became was distracted as the tall Indian took her. Pulling Lynn to him with his strong and powerful hands. His lips pressed to hers while he held her tight. His tongue darted into her mouth deeply. She went to wrap her arms around him when she felt something in her hand. He was licking and kissing her neck and shoulders feverishly as she pulled her hand to her face and saw the feather that her hand held. Just then she saw it disappear. She closed her eyes and opened them in disbelief. The tall Indian was now pressing his large frame into her as they laid upon the bed. His hands were pulling her clothes from her as she lay back willing. She wasn't thinking about the dream catcher that lay under her. She only thought of this man's overwhelming urges that mirrored her own. His strength and passion that fueled her desires in a way she couldn't explain. It was as if he could read her mind. The Indian pulled her to him and began driving his body into hers. She open up to him fully while he gripped her tightly and held her close. Pushing into her more and more with every thrust. Penetrating her deeply. She grasped his thrusting hips as he surged his tightened body into hers. Lynn let out some light moans as she began to quiver with ecstasy. Her head lashed back and forth while his cock drove into her fully. Pumping his hardened muscle in and out of her with wild desires. Lynn thrashed on the bed while turning over with the pillow gripped in her hands. Panting and sighed as she looked at the pillow with a surprised looked. A smile rolled across her face as she laid back totally satisfied. Catching her breath and sprawling out on the bed. She rolled over the dream catcher and stopped. Pulled it out from under her and gazed at its mesmerizing laceings. The three feathers that hung from it only reminded her of the tall Indian's disappearing ways. The number of feathers which at one time was nine, now showed the three remaining long white feathers with black tips and green and white beads. Sitting up on the bed she laid the dream catcher down then went and began a shower. Her mind wondered of the Old Indian woman whom she bought the dream catcher from and her words of caution to only wish for what she needed in life. She knew now that rather she believed in the mumbo jumbo or not, she had best be more careful with her wishes. For if they were true she only had three wishes left. After her shower she called down for a taxi and went to meet it at the hotel entrance. The yellow cab was waiting and she instructed the driver of the location of the storage she wished to visit. The vehicle made its way through the busy streets of Los Angeles in sunny southern California. The storage unit was climate controlled that stored her Uncles belongings. The numbered units made it easy for Lynn to find her Uncles things. When she unlocked the padlock and slung the door upwards opening it she found that most of the families Antiques and furniture were well padded. Some boxes offered her some of his belongings. But she soon found that there wasn't much she could carry with her, she would have to get someone to transfer them to her home town. She went back to the cab and climbed into the back seat and instructed the driver to return to the Hotel. Her eyes were whelping up as her thoughts began to flash back to her Uncle Nick's loving ways. "Now having to go through his things was going to be unsettling to say the least," she thought. "Wish I didn't have to deal with any of that," she said to herself as a tear rolled down her cheek. A flash of light slightly blinded her as they passed a large glass building. She closed her eyes for a moment then opened them to find a feather in her hand. "Oh no," she thought as the feather disappeared. She could only speculate as to what was going to become of this strange wish. She still wasn't totally convinced that her dreams were coming true or perhaps she had some strange coincidence's. Back at the Hotel she ordered room service and settled into her last night at the Hotel. The next day was going to be her voyage back home finally. The phone rang and she picked up the receiver and said, "Hello?" Lynn listened then, "Well yes that would be fine...I'll have to find a location in my home town to store the stuff but yes I would love to have your company ship my Uncles things for me...thank you. Yes, I have it, I'll call as soon as I get another storage unit. Bye." Lynn sat the phone down and slightly puzzled yet relieved that someone would move her Uncle's things for her. Lynn glanced over at the dream catcher and saw it now had two feathers. She blinked here eyes a couple times then starred at it a moment. "Only two feathers left?" Lynn thought, "Perhaps there is something to all this wishing." A knock at the door broke her trance as she opened it and room service rolled her a cart in with her meal. She signed the ticket and they left her to enjoy her food. Lynn was really hungry and began eating right away. It wasn't long till she was curled back up into a movie and dozing off again. With the dream catcher still on the bed and its remaining two feathers being one of the last things she remembered seeing before slipping off into slumber. Dream Catcher Dreams Ch. 05 Lynn awoke from her slumber and sprang into her day. She was eager to get on the road and headed home. She began packing her things and glanced at the dream catcher on the bed and a smile crawled across her face as her thoughts of the tall Indian came flooding back. Lynn picked up the dream catcher and held it out in front of her while she gazed at it. It's two remaining feathers dangled from its oval shape. She laid it back down and finished packing her belongings. After loading her car and checking out of the Hotel she pulled out on to the highway and headed back home. The dream catcher was in the passenger seat next to her while she began the long journey homeward. The road laid out before her like one long ribbon. "Wish I didn't have to make this long two day drive." She thought to herself. The sun reflected brightly off the hood of her car as she turned slightly in the road. She shielded her eyes as the brightness over took her. Her thoughts recalled that her wishes were few if she believed in the dream catchers magic. She sighed as she realized she had just made another wish. The light slowly went away as she found herself lying in a motel bed. The last chance motel where she had purchased the dream catcher. The TV was going and the room was just as it was when she had stayed there the night before she arrived in Los Angeles. "What the...?" She asked herself as she realized she wasn't driving. And finding herself back at the place in which she bought the dream catcher was even stranger. Lynn looked at the bedpost where the dream catcher was and saw its lone feather dangling. "Oh my," she thought as her mind raced for answers. She took the dream catcher in her hand and scratched her head curiously. She was puzzled to say the least. The oval dream catcher with green and white beads sewn into it with its lone feather. The leather strands that were inter woven became enchanting. Lynn was very confused as she glanced about the room. She recalled her wish to not have to make the drive home but that didn't explain her being back at the motel she was at on her way to her Uncle's. "Uncle Nick?" She thought. She looked at the dream catcher and concentrated hard on its mysterious nature. All the strange things that had happen ever since she purchased the second hand trinket from Little Breeze the Old Indian woman. Or was it Little Breeze the tall Indian man who filled her desires. Her mind raced for answers. "Well, if this thing really works and I truly have one wish...which I doubt," she thought to herself. "I should try and make it a good wish." Her eyes gazed deeply into the dream catcher while her thoughts swirled from her past days encounters. The one thing that brought her so far from home was her Uncle Nick's passing away. The reason she was on the road and so far from home. She took the lone feather that dangled from it into her hand and jerked it from the dream catcher. Laying the dream catcher down on the bed and twirled the feather slightly in front of her face. It's green bead and white bead tied on with horse hair. The long white feather with black tip circled slowly in front of her. "I wish Uncle Nick was still alive," she said softly watching the feather with total concentration. Entranced by its mystique texture and soft feel. The room grew bright and she smiled slightly in hopes that her wish was coming true. She closed her eyes and soaked up the emotions she felt in anticipation of the strange nature of happenings every time she made a wish. She opened her eyes and she was in a dark place. Her first response was to look behind her and see the large web like oval that she was once held to strangely. "The cave," she thought, "or the place where she meets Little Breeze." Just then she saw him, the tall muscular Indian that filled her passionately when they met. His stride was steady as he walked up and kissed her. Wrapping his arms around her and kissing her deeply. His strength was pleasing to Lynn as he began fondling her with grasps of his strong fingers. Squeezing her breasts and gripping her ass cheeks while driving his tongue in her mouth deeply. Lynn melted into him fully and began a few gripping grasps of her own. Feeling his love muscle and wanting his passion. Stroking him fully till he was hard as rock and ready for her. They slowly sank to the floor of the darkened area they were at. She lay back as he fixed himself between her legs. Pressing into her slowly and driving his body into hers. She tightened her fingers into his muscled back as he thrusted his surging body deeper into her. They paced a stride they both felt comfortable with pushing into each other. Their bodies crashed with pumping humps of ecstasy, hot breathed and panting. Lynn moaned out as she came in waves, her orgasm reached new heights with her pulling more and more. The pillow between her legs made her open her eyes. She glanced around the room and saw she was at home in bed. "Huh?" She was startled for she hadn't seen home in almost a week. Or so she thought. "What the...?" Lynn asked totally confused. Her familiar bed was a blessing as she sank into the bedspread that she loved so. The smell of home was pleasing and glancing around her bedroom that made her feel safe. Her smile grew as her dream faded. The phone rang and she looked to the night stand that it sat upon. Slowly she reached for the receiver and picked it up. "Hello?" "Morning baby," Lynn said to her husband. "Oh yes, I slept in I guess." Lynn sank into her bed even more. "Uncle Nick called, when? This morning? He's coming here? Today?" Lynn sat straight up in her bed and a smile raised across her lips. "Wonderful, OK honey...see you tonight, love you. Bye." She then set the phone back on the night stand as she placed it down she saw a long white feather with black tip laying next to the phone. It's green and white beads tied to its quill. "Huh?" She thought as she picked it up. "Was this all a dream?" She wondered. A smile grew on her face as it sank in that her Uncle was alive and coming to visit. That she wasn't on the road, or had she even been? The questions came flooding in but the bottom line to her was, "I'm home and Uncle Nicks alive." She crawled out of bed with the feather in her hand to make ready for her most welcomed guest. But she still wondered, even though she'll probably never know, about the mysterious Indian man and the old Indian woman, Little Breeze and the ... Dream Catcher.