A Strange Dream and a Rude Awakening

I find myself swimming. Treading water in a small lake in the middle of the woods. It's late at night. The full moon shines brightly in the sky, reflecting on the crystalline waters. I'm naked. The water is warm against my bare skin, despite the cold night air. The lake bottom scrapes against my toes as I kick my feet.

There is peace in the stillness. There are no waves or currents. Just the little ripples created by my own motions. I start to notice a faint sound off in the distance.

I turn to see something happening across the water. It's hard to make out, but it looks like about a dozen people all gathered together by the shore.

I start to paddle over. I hear more and more as I grow closer. I hear faint giggles of women splashing in the water. It almost sounds like they are playing a game or something.

The ground rises beneath me as I draw nearer to the edge. I bring my feet down and stand on the lake bed causing the water to recede beneath my breasts. I feel goosebumps wash over my flesh as I expose my skin to the cool night air. My nipples harden uncomfortably in the breeze.

I arrive to find a group of women. All splashing, playing, and even bathing in the water. They are also naked, but seem unashamed and unbothered by my presence. Just giggling carelessly in their own little world. The shallow edge a peaceful respite from the depths of the lake's center.

They all look alike. They all have the same wavy brown hair, cascading past their shoulders. The same narrow pink lips and dark brown eyes. Come to think of it, they all kind of look like...me. But different somehow. Maybe a younger me or a distant cousin. I feel connected to all of them somehow. Like I'm supposed to be here.

They all also seem to have incredibly large breasts. The ones standing nearby are at the same height as me, but their breasts dip into the water with their nipples partially submerged beneath the surface of the lake. Another cold wind glides along my breasts. Causing the skin of my areola to prickle up and my nipples to point like daggers.

I start scooping some of the warm water up from the lake onto my chest. Slowly caressing my skin as I drag a cup of water in my hands up to my neck before letting it flow down my chest. The heat feels nice. It helps to dampen the bitter chill of nighttime. Several girls flock around me. Mimicking my movements. Bathing in near synchronicity in a circle around me.

I continue to bathe when I hear a rustling sound in the trees. I look up at the shore to see a man emerge from the woods. It's Paul! I'm so excited to see him.

"Paul! Paul! Over here!" I shout. Waving my arms and jumping in place to try and get his attention.

"Hehe. Paul! Paul!" Another girl starts shouting.

"Paul"

"Paul"

"Paul"

One by one the others all join in shouting his name. Giggling the whole time, their gigantic breasts bouncing emphatically and splashing in the water.

Paul looks out towards us, but doesn't seem to notice me.

"Paul! It's me! Renee!" I gesture wildly. Arms flailing desperately to try and stand out amongst the crowd.

"Paul! Paul!" Ripples through the horde of naked women. Like seagulls on the beach begging for lunch. I start to feel surrounded. More and more brunette body doubles close in around me. The circle shrinking inward with me at the center.

"Paul! Please!" I plead, "It's me!! Look at me! Look at me!!"

It is all in vain. He doesn't hear me. He turns around and disappears into the blackness of the forest.

“Oh my GOD! Ren!”

I'm jolted awake. I'm back in the living room. It looks like Trisha is up already.

I look down to find myself completely naked sprawled out on the couch.

“Oh shit!” I scramble up. What the hell was I doing? I start looking around the couch for my clothes. I can't seem to find what happened to them. Am I that used to sleeping naked?

“Look, I know you are going through a lot right now,” Trisha starts, “and I don't mind if you sleep on the couch or whatever, but you can't just be hanging out with your bush out in the middle of our living room.”

I really don't like the way she said that. It's true I hadn't shaved in a bit since Paul and I broke up, but there has always been this low-key judgy element to our relationship where she is always commenting on my body like that. Trisha is a bit of a health nut. She is super trim. She has medium-length blond hair that she usually keeps pulled back into a tight ponytail. She is between jobs right now, but she used to work at the gym at our school as part of her scholarship. She would never come out and say, 'Wow Renee you sure got fat since Paul left' but she would definitely think it, even if I had only put on a few pounds. I want to say something but I'm not really in any position to argue.

I eventually find my shirt somehow flung beneath the couch. It looks much more stained in the light, but I slip it on anyway. It is big enough that I can pull my knees inside and cover the rest of my body.

“I'm so sorry, you can put your hands down.” I stammer.

She lowers her hands and sits down in the chair across from me.

“I swear I was dressed when I came out here, but I must have kicked them off in my sleep or something.”

“It's fine...It's just not what I expected before I've even had breakfast,” she puts on a fake smile as she sets her mug down on the table.

I sit silently in response. She's lying. It wasn't fine. I'm not really sure why this was a big of a deal to her, we're both straight, but I can sense a frustration underneath her attempt at a cheery tone.

“Soooo it looks like you slept well at least.” Trisha says.

"Yeah." I smirk. "I actually found this show that..." wait, what time was it? I look up at the clock.

“Shit, shit, shit. I'm gonna be late!” I jolt up and hurdle over the back of the couch.

“God damn it!” Trisha shouts and covers her eyes again, as I inadvertently flash my ass at her.

“Sorry!” I shout from the hallway. I just could not be late again! I dig through a pile of clothes eventually finding my work uniform. I quickly get dressed and dash for the door. Maybe if I speed I can get there on time.

"I gotta go! See you later!" I grab my keys, slam the door behind me, and dash down the stairs.