As the end of the first semester of his Senior year in college approached, Jerry looked back and reflected on the path he'd taken to reach this point in his life, and wondered how he'd ever managed to reach it in one piece.

Most of his wildest experiences had happened while he was hanging around with his oldest and best buddy Roger. Roger was the only person he'd ever met who was crazier than he was.

After high school, Roger didn't go off to college like just about everyone else in his Senior class. Roger was smarter than anyone Jerry had ever known, but formal educational settings bored the heck out of him. He'd always felt that anything worth learning couldn't be taught, and that schools generally tried to force peoples' minds into rigid, predetermined channels. Roger preferred to allow his mind to wander wherever it wanted to go.

He had a reputation as somewhat of a "Mad scientist", and the stories of the goings on at his house on the outskirts of town were legendary. Occasionally there'd be an explosion or some other disturbance that would draw the attention of the police or fire department. Roger would always appear at the door with a big grin on his face to assure the authorities that everything was OK, and that they didn't need to concern themselves. In general, nobody knew that much about what went on at Roger's place, nobody except Jerry that is.

On his weekends home from school, Jerry would usually head straight to Roger's and party non-stop. Sometimes, a few of their mutual friends would stop by. But most often it was just Jerry and Roger swilling mega-brewskis into the wee hours of the morning. No matter how buzzed they were, Roger always managed to drag Jerry down to his basement workshop to see his latest project. For some reason, Roger could never seem to stay focused on any particular project long enough to finish it. He was an avid reader, and everything he read seemed to send him bouncing off on another crazy tangent before he could finish what he was working on.

Both he and Roger had always been dreamers, which was probably the primary reason for their friendship. Nothing was too weird or off the wall to wind up as the topic of conversation on one of their fabled lost weekends. Dreaming itself became the topic of conversation one particularly balmy fall afternoon. It was a conversation that would affect both of their lives more profoundly then they could have ever imagined.

"Dude, sleeping is such a freaking' waste of time. It sucks spending 1/3 of your life unconscious!!", Roger said.

"Well in your case, I'm sure it's been a lot more than 1/3 of your life, especially the last 3 or 4 years."

"That's harsh assesment dude, but probably true. But hey, all that's going to change, starting now. I've been doing a lot of reading lately about something called lucid dreaming. It's a really cool concept!!"

"What the hell is it?"

"Lucid dreamers have the ability to remain fully aware of what's going on while they're asleep, they can actively participate in their dreams, and remember everything they dreamt about upon awakening. Just think how cool it would be if you could control and remember everything that went on while you were dreaming."

"I don't know man. I suspect that I dream about some pretty weird shit, and I'm not so sure I WANT to remember any of that stuff. Anyway, are you implying that you're not going to get wasted anymore? That's a pretty bold statement coming from you."

"That's right dude. But, if I figure out how to do this, it'll be a zillion times cooler than getting trashed all the time. I'm going to figure out how to make this lucid dreaming stuff work for me if it's the last thing I do."

"Heck, it just sounds a whole lot like hallucinating to me."

"No dude, it's a whole lot different than hallucinating. The biggest difference is that you're in complete control of what's happening. You choose what to dream about, what happens during the dream, and the outcome of the dream. It's just like reality, except you're in charge. It's your own designer reality man!! You can do anything, be anything, and you can't get hurt or arrested. And the best part is you remember everything!! You can even pick up where you left off the next time you dream."

"People can actually do this?"

"Absolutely!! Some people take drugs to do it, but to me that defeats the whole purpose of being in complete control. I want to be able to dream lucidly just using my mind. I've been reading everything I can on the topic, and I know I can do it. Once I figure it out, I'll show you how to do it."

"It sounds far out if it can really be done. We both spend way too much time fucked up. I'm definitely willing to give it a try if you can figure out how it's done."

"All right!! I knew you'd sign on. So dude, tell me, what's your favorite dream?", Roger asked.

"Oh man, I don't know if I can put my finger on any one thing", Jerry said. "I guess I mostly just dream about chicks."

"Yeah, me too. Do you ever remember any of your actual dreams, or do you just remember the stuff you were thinking about before you fell asleep?"

"I really don't know. Sometimes I think I remember what I was dreaming about, but I'm not certain. I sure as hell wish I could remember what was going on during some of my WET dreams!!"

"You and me both dude!! I'd really like to know what those dream babes were doing to get me to pop my load in the middle of the night. It sucks not knowing what was going on. Sometimes I wake up after one of those dreams soaked in sweat, and my pulse is like 300 or something. I'm sure whatever happened was something I'd LIKE to remember. Anyway, Maybe I can even find a way to make some money off of this. If I can figure out how to make this easy for the huddled masses, they'll be beating down my door to show them how to do it."

"It's definitely cool man, but I doubt if you'll make any money with a concept that's been out there for years. Besides, look what's happened to all your other get rich schemes. You never finish anything!! What was that last thing you were working on, that stuff that makes farts florescent. You were going to make millions with that."

"Hey, don't laugh!! That was a great idea!! It could be bigger than the whoopee cushion if I can figure out how to eliminate the side effects."

"Side effects?"

"Yea. The stuff works great!! Unfortunately, it makes all your hair fall out."

"I can see where that would put a pretty serious crimp in your sales potential, man."

"No doubt. But, once I solve that little problem, the sky's the limit. Could you imagine dumping some of that shit in the city water supply? Social gatherings would never be the same man!! It'd be the end of stealth cheese as we know it."

"Man, You're sick!!"

"And damn proud of it. Sanity's way overrated dude. I'm not ready to buy into it until the beta testing's done."

By this time they were both rolling around on the ground laughing their asses off. Roger's inventions were weird, but they merely reflected the personality of their creator. If nothing else, they were always interesting.

The next day, Jerry headed back to school. He had a heavy load of classwork to tend to over the next few weeks, and that kept him from going home to see if Roger was making any progress with the lucid dreaming thing. A couple of days before final exams, Jerry was sitting in his room studying when he got a phone call. It was Roger, and he was excited.

"Dude, get your ass down here. I've got something to show you that'll blow your socks off!!"

"Can't do it man, I've got finals coming up. What's going on?"

"Fuck finals dude, you can always do the term over. I've got something here in my workshop that you've got to see!!"

"No way man!! Five more days and I'm done with the semester. Does this have anything to do with lucid dreaming?"

"Absofuckinglutely!! I've done it dude, and it's way cooler than I ever imagined. Are you sure you can't make it down?"

"Positive. But, as soon as I'm done with finals I'll be packing my shit up and heading home for a few days. I'll stop by your place next Saturday."

"OK dude. Prepare yourself for some fun. You won't believe what I've got to show you."

"OK man, talk to you next week."

Jerry hung up the phone and returned to his desk. He tried to study, but his mind kept wandering back to his conversation with Roger. He'd learned over the years that Roger never really got excited over trivial stuff. Whatever he had in his workshop must really be special for him to get so worked up.

He walked out of his last final Friday afternoon, and breathed a huge sigh of relief. He'd taken an extremely heavy class load the first semester of his senior year so he could coast his final semester. Thank God it was over.

He went out for a few celebratory brews and then hit the sack about 11:00. He wanted to drive home early the next morning, dump his shit off, and head for Rogers place. He was dying to find out what he'd been so excited about.

Jerry got up at the crack of dawn and hit the road. An hour later, he pulled into Rogers driveway. He knocked on the door, but as usual there was no answer. Roger was generally in his workshop with his stereo cranked, and could never tell when anyone was at the door. Most people gave up and left, but Jerry knew to just let himself in. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and headed for the basement.

When he opened the door to the lab, he was taken aback with what he saw. Sitting in the middle of the floor was a large metallic tank. It looked like Roger had taken two oil drums, welded them together, and propped them up on thick, sturdy legs. Connected to the tank were all sorts of strange wires and tubes.

"Hey Roger, where are you?", Jerry yelled. He looked around the lab to see if Roger may have left a note saying where he was, but couldn't find one. Then he walked over to the tank.

"What the hell is this thing?", he thought. He circled it a couple of times and then curiosity got the best of him. He grabbed the two large handles that protruded from the top half of the tank and lifted up. He gasped at what he saw. Inside the tank was Roger, floating on his back in a pool of water. He had a huge, shit eating grin on his face.

"Hey man, what the fuck's going on?", Jerry said. At first Roger seemed totally oblivious to the presence of his friend. Then his eyes fluttered and began to slowly open.

"Dude, your timing sucks!! You wouldn't believe what my own personal Dream Babe was about to do to me when you so rudely interrupted!!!"

"Sorry man, but I thought you were dead or something. What the hell is this thing anyway?"

"It's a Sensory Deprivation Tank. Some folks call it a Float Tank. It lets you experience lucid dreaming without requiring any weird mental gymnastics or special training. It's AWESOME dude!! Do you want to give it a whirl?"

"Sure man, but first tell me how it works. I want to know what I'm getting myself into."

"It's simple. It's essentially just a big tank of saltwater heated to skin temperature. The water contains about 25% epsom salts, which lets you easily float on the surface. Once you're floating, the temperature of the water gives you the illusion that you're drifting effortlessly in space. The final touch is closing the lid so that you're in total darkness. At first you become incredibly relaxed. Then you slowly begin dreaming the most incredibly realistic dreams. I can't adequately describe it, you've got to try it yourself."

"Wow, it sounds too good to be true. What kicks off the dreaming?"

"That's simple too dude. The basic concept is to deprive your brain of any external sensory stimulation. No light, no sounds, no smells, no sensation of warm & cool, no touch, no nothing!! After a while, your brain gets bored and begins flooding it's sensory centers with stuff from it's reservoir of memories. You begin dreaming, but it's not really like dreaming because you're completely awake!! And the dreams are so REAL. After a few minutes, you completely forget that you're floating in a tank of salt water. Your dreams become your reality, but WHAT a reality. Your brain pulls stuff from everywhere, even those places you went to in your deepest sleep and can't remember. You said you wanted to know what triggered all your nocturnal emissions. Well, get ready to find out dude. It'll blow you away!!"

"Cool, but how come you built this thing instead of just purely using your mind like you said you were going to do."

"Too much trouble. I tried some of that meditation shit I read about, but you've got to be a freaking Shao Lin monk or something to make it work. I just didn't have the patience to wait forever, and I figured the Dalai Lama would probably blow me off if I called and asked for his help. Then I read about these tanks. I could've bought one but they're expensive as hell, and nobody makes one that blocks out enough external stimuli to induce lucid dreaming the way I want to experience it. I figured the only way to get exactly what I wanted was to build it myself. I couldn't believe how easy it was to assemble this thing from stuff I just had lying around. I put the basic shell together in less than a day, but it took me a couple of months before I was able to induce really kick ass lucid dreams."

"What took you so long? Did you run into some problems?"

"Yeah, big problems. It was a lot harder than I thought to block out external stimulations. I thought all I had to do was dump a few bags of salt into some warm water, hop in, close the lid, and start dreaming. Man was I ever wrong. You don't realize how much extraneous shit there is bombarding your senses until you try to block it all out. The first thing I had to deal with was the smell of the oil drums. I whipped up a quick batch of a water based polymer sealant, applied several coats inside & out, and that took care of the smells. Then, there was the temperature of the water and air inside the tank. It has to be almost exactly the same temperature as your skin to get the best effect. There was too much heat loss through the metal drum, so, I coated the interior with this spray-on super insulating shit I'd been fooling around with. Then I designed a temperature adjustment system that gathers information from a microprocessor taped to my side to keep the water and air temperature at exactly skin temperature, about 93 degrees. It works great. Then, I had to design special gaskets to seal out all the light. After you've been in the tank for about 10 minutes, even the light coming through a pinhole is enough to bother you. The toughest thing to deal with is sound, because it's everywhere. Internal sounds like breathing, heartbeat, blood pumping through your veins, and intestinal growling can become intolerable distractions after you've been in the tank for a while. When the lid is shut it blocks almost all external sounds. But, blocking internal sounds required a totally radical approach. I wracked my brain for weeks before I came up with a solution."

"Don't keep me in suspense man, what was it?"

"The solution wasn't to BLOCK the sounds, but to MASK them. All kinds of devices exist that claim to cancel external sounds. They all basically suck, but the idea behind them is valid. What I did was design a totally new sort of biofeedback device that directly interfaces with the brains auditory cortex and cancels out any incoming stimuli at the point where it's processed and interpreted by the brain. The result is the perception of a total absence of sound."

"Oh man, you're talking Dr. Frankenstein shit here!!"

"Not true dude!! Everything I've done is based on known science. It's just that nobody else has ever applied all this stuff toward building the perfect float tank. Everybody else's tanks are flawed because way to much external stimulation gets through, and you never achieve complete detachment from the real world. No matter how intensely you're dreaming, you're always vaguely aware that it's just a dream, and it's pretty easy to be abruptly yanked back to reality. With my tank, dreams are so perfectly realistic that it's possible to completely forget that the real world exists. Your dreams BECOME your reality."

"I don't know man, I kind of like reality. It sucks some times, but most of the time it's not so bad. What you're talking about sounds kind of dangerous."

"But dude, this is all about options. It's about choosing what form of reality you want to participate in at a given point in time. I like it out here too, but your choices are so limited by physical laws. In the reality of your dreams, there are no limitations. Anyway, enough talk. Are you ready to give it a try?"

"What the hell, the only thing I have to lose is my mind, right?"

"That's the attitude!! Here, put on these swim trunks and get ready to rock."

Jerry stripped down and put on the trunks. Roger then taped a small patch to Jerry's chest, and another to his forehead.

"OK dude, here's how things are going to work. The first patch is responsible for maintaining an equilibrium with your skin temperature, and the water and air temperature in the tank. It also monitors your pulse and respiration, in case you're having just a little too much of a good time in there. If your heartbeat exceed 150 beats a minute for more than 30 seconds, buzzers and flashing lights are automatically activated that'll bring you back quick."

"The second patch monitors your auditory cortex and produces electrical signals that cancel out any incoming information that doesn't originate from within your brain itself. Once it's fully activated, the only sounds you'll be able to hear will be sounds coming from your dreams. This patch is programmed to deactivate itself if the first patch initiates a shut-down. In any event, there's also a timer that will bring you back automatically after a pre-determined length of time. I'm setting it for 45 minutes, since this is your first trip."

"Uh, let's go back to what you said about my heartbeat man. Why would my heart be pounding like that in the first place?"

"Trust me dude, you're going to experience shit you might not be fully ready to handle yet, especially since this is your first time. I tripped the fail safe system my first five tries. Don't worry about it. 150 beats a minute isn't that much for young studs like us. I'd just rather be safe than sorry."

"OK, I'll buy that. But, how come you need to have a timer. Can't I just come back whenever I want."

"You can with the shitty commercial tanks, but not with this one. About 5 minutes into your dream sequence, you're going to start forgetting about the outside world. After 15 minutes, reality as you know it now will cease to exist as far as you're concerned. And even if you ARE able to remember that you're dreaming, your brain simply won't accept it to an extent that will allow it to wake you up on it's own. Without either a friend or the timer to initiate a return, you'll never come back. That's not going to happen though, so don't worry. I'll be here, the timer's set, so you have absolutely nothing to worry about. You're going to have the time of your life dude. Are you Ready?"

"You bet!!"

Jerry climbed into the tank, stretched out, and was amazed at how buoyant the warm, salty water was.

"I'm going to shut the lid now, and activate the electronics. Remember, the noise cancellation system is going to eliminate every single sound. It'll take about 60 to 90 seconds because the system has to adapt to the unique patterns of your brain waves. That's actually a good thing, because if it happened instantaneously, you might freak out. If you do feel a little uncomfortable don't worry, it'll pass. It's also going to be totally dark. After two or three minutes, the water and air temperature should adjust to match your skin temperature. After another 5 or 10 minutes, things should start to get real interesting. Happy trails dude!! Don't do anything I wouldn't do!!!"

Roger lowered the lid, and Jerry was suddenly enveloped in the most absolute deepest darkness he'd ever experienced. Darkness was never one of his favorite things. He'd always slept with a small night light turned on in his bedroom, just in case the bogeyman came calling. However, his initial anxiety quickly subsided as he succumbed to the incredibly pleasurable feeling of being essentially weightless.

As Roger had said, he noticed a gradual cessation in the sound level, until he was emersed in both total silence and darkness. Before long, he began to see things where only a few minutes earlier there had been just an inky void. The shapes were initially formless, but gradually began to coalesce into familiar things. He saw his parents house, and realized that he was looking at it from above, as though he were flying.

"Fuck, I really AM flying!!" he thought as he seemed to soar above the trees and rooftops of the town he'd lived in his whole life. He'd always dreamed about what it would be like to be able to fly like a bird. Now, he was actually experiencing it, and the feeling was breathtaking.

Jerry quickly began to forget that in reality he was simply floating in a tank of warm salt water. This was all so real, and it was so unbelievable. He could actually feel the warmth of the sun on his face, and the wind rushing through his hair as he swooped through the air like an eagle. Somewhere inside him, a tiny voice still murmured "This isn't real, this isn't real", but the voice was being totally overwhelmed by the torrent of imagery being unleashed by his brain's dream centers.

Suddenly, something appeared in front of him that made him gasp. He was being gazed at intently by the most beautiful pair of eyes he'd ever seen.

He couldn't make out any other facial features, just eyes, a woman's eyes. They were huge, and seemed to be floating in the sky directly ahead of him. No matter which way he turned, the eyes followed him relentlessly. Strangely, he wasn't frightened. The eyes seemed friendly and somehow familiar, and they were so breathtakingly lovely he couldn't help but stare back. After a few minutes, he noticed the faint outline of luscious pink lips beginning to form directly beneath the eyes. The corners of the lips were turned up ever so slightly in a sensuous smile. A few seconds later, the rest of her face appeared. It was the most incredibly gorgeous face he could have ever imagined. His heart was in his throat.

"Hello Jerry, I'm so happy to finally get to meet you like this. My name's Sarah. Do you recognize me?"

Jerry thought for a moment.

"You seem so familiar. It's like I should know who you are, but I don't. Have we met before?"

"Many many times. Try to recall some of your dreams, some of your fondest dreams. Look into my eyes Jerry, and think. Do you remember?"

Jerry was absolutely transfixed by the woman's eyes. She was slowly moving closer to him, and he could see his image reflected in her huge, dark pupils. He knew this woman, but from where? Then it suddenly came to him. This must be the woman he thought about every night as he lay in bed waiting to fall asleep. She had occupied has fantasies for years, even before he started dating. She had always been sort of a shadowy figure. He recalled never being able to quite see her entire face, just those huge brown eyes, and those beckoning moist lips. How many countless times had he fallen asleep while engaged in delicious fantasies with this dream woman.

"I remember now. I'd just never seen your whole face before. My God, you seem so real!!"

"I am real Jerry, as real as any woman you've ever known. I know everything about you, all your thoughts and desires, all your secrets. I know things about you that even you don't know. I've been wanting you to come to me like this for so long. Are you happy to see me?"

"Wow, you bet!! Who wouldn't be. God, I wish you weren't just a dream."

"I told you Jerry, I'm not just a dream. I'm as real as you are. Close your eyes Jerry, close them tight and don't open them no matter what until I tell you to."

Jerry was curious to find out what she had planned. He closed his eyes as she had asked, and waited. Before long, he felt a very subtle sensation of warmth against his face, and he could hear her soft breathing directly in front of him. The sensation of warmth gradually became a silky touch as he felt her hand begin to gently caress his cheek. Then he felt the indescribable softness of her lips against his lips, then her tongue against his tongue, then her body against his body. As they slowly tumbled intertwined through the air, he was becoming totally oblivious to all thoughts other than the intense pleasure he was feeling.

"OK Jerry, you can open your eyes" she said as she slowly pulled away from him. He opened his eyes and saw that she now appeared to be a normal sized woman, and was floating directly in front of him, still gazing hypnotically into his eyes.

"Do you still think I'm just a dream Jerry?"

"If you are, I'm not sure I want to ever wake up!!"

"Let's have some fun, Jerry. Maybe I could do some of those things to you that you don't remember because you were always so soundly asleep. Would you like to find out why you had all those wet dreams?"

"You were the cause of those?"

"All of them. Would you like an orgasm right now? I'd be happy to give you one."

"Uh sure, you bet!!" Jerry said, taken by surprise at the directness of her question.

"OK, But first lets kiss some more," she said, moving closer to him and putting her warm hands behind his neck. She was the most irresistible woman Jerry had ever known, and in seconds they were making out passionately. Before long, old cyclops was about to burst at the seams.

"Gee Jerry, I think you're ready for that orgasm I promised you. Close your eyes again please."

Jerry complied. He was going nuts as he felt her warm tongue working its way slowly down his torso toward ground zero. He couldn't believe how good it felt, and had to open his eyes slightly to find out why. It was because Sarah had grown to about five times the size of a normal woman, and her saliva drenched tongue was tracing a foot wide swath across his body.

"No fair peeking!!" she giggled, and he closed his eyes again. Before long, he felt an unmistakable sensation as the head of his penis was suddenly bathed in silky warmth. In seconds, the warmth had enveloped it's entire length in an incredible way he'd never felt before.

"OK Jerry, you can look", she said silently, her thoughts filling his head telepathically.

When he looked down, he saw that she was now only about one foot tall, and his penis was almost entirely inside her throat. He could see her neck bulge as his happy tool filled the entire length of her esophagus. Jerry's warhead instantly reached critical mass and detonated on the spot. Sarah then slowly returned to a normal size.

"Did you like that Jerry? See what you've been missing all these years by being such a sound sleeper?"

"How do you shrink and expand like that?", Jerry panted.

"I can do anything that's necessary to make you happy Jerry. Do you want me to show you some other interesting things that we've done while you've been asleep?"

"Are they as good as what you just did?"

"Oh much Better!! You've got some secret fantasies that I bet you didn't even know about Jerry. Why don't I show you one of your favorites?"

"Should I close my eyes again?"

"No Jerry, I think you'll enjoy this more if you can see everything that's happening."

He noticed that she had begun growing again, and in seconds she was absolutely huge compared to him. She slowly let herself float downward until her mammoth mouth was directly in front of him. She licked her lips enticingly and smiled.

"How would you like to snuggle up inside my mouth Jerry?" she cooed seductively.

"Inside your Mouth?", Jerry said in shock.

"Sure. You climb into my mouth almost every night in your dreams. It's one of your favorite things. Come on, give it a try. I promise not to swallow you ..... unless you ask me to."

She slowly opened her mouth, gradually revealing it's glistening pink interior. Then she lowered her tongue so he could see her exquisite uvula and throat.

Suddenly, Jerry heard her voice inside his head again, whispering seductively to him.

"Go ahead Jerry, float into my mouth. You know you want to. Doesn't it look yummy? Just think how good it would feel to be lying on my tongue right now. Mmmmmmmmm!!"

Jerry couldn't resist. Her mouth was so juicy and enticing, and the thought of being inside it was strangely exciting. He allowed himself to slowly float into her mouth, brushed against her quivering uvula, and came to a stop with his head resting against her slick throat wall. Then, he gently floated down until his entire body was stretched out along the length of her warm cushy tongue.

"Are you enjoying yourself Jerry? Would you like me give you a little more saliva to roll around in. I wouldn't want you to get all dried out, in case you decide you want me to swallow you."

She immediately started salivating profusely while gently tumbling him around with her tongue until his entire body was coated with the sweet gooey lubricant. He quickly experienced another explosive orgasm.

"Oooo, did you just blow your wad against the roof of my mouth Jerry? Very impressive!! You always seem to love playing around in there. You know, there's something you like even more. Why don't you let me swallow you Jerry? Wouldn't you just love to slide down my beautiful throat into my nice warm tummy? You know you want to."

"Swallow me!! Why would I want to do that. I don't want to die, I'm having too much fun!!"

"You won't die Jerry. Remember, you can make things turn out any way you want when you're here with me. You can stay in my stomach for as long as you want, you can even pretend I'm digesting you. Or, you can immediately re-materialize outside my body. I can even swallow you over and over again. It's completely up to you. I've swallowed you thousands of times, Jerry. It's too bad you don't remember anything. You always have a really good time in my tummy. Roll over and look down my throat Jerry. Then, try to honestly tell me that you don't want me to swallow you. Go ahead Jerry, look."

Jerry rolled over and looked down Sarah's glistening throat at the beckoning darkness that lay beyond the opening to her esophagus. He was immediately overcome with the most overwhelming compulsion to be swallowed. His heart was pounding wildly.

"I knew you'd come around Jerry. Are you ready to be swallowed?"

"Yes, Yes, do it!!", Jerry yelled excitedly. He couldn't believe he was about to do this, but he couldn't resist.

Sarah smiled knowingly, closed her mouth, and swallowed. Jerry was instantly bathed in total darkness as his body was propelled down her throat. It seemed to take hours to get to Sarah's stomach, but Jerry was in no hurry as he savored the indescribable feeling of being totally enveloped by the slippery walls of her esophagus. By the time he plopped gently into her stomach, he was beyond being aroused.

"Are you enjoying yourself Jerry? Doesn't it feel wonderful to be inside me? I love the feeling of you in my stomach Jerry. Why don't you stay a little longer this time. You always leave me before I have a chance to give you what you really want. Relax Jerry, relax and let yourself become one with me. Forget everything that's on your mind and concentrate on how good it feels to be inside my warm body. Just listen to my voice Jerry, listen to my voice and let yourself drift away."

Sarah's soft voice in his head was hypnotic. The warm, moist air of her stomach filled his lungs, and the feeling of the soft, mucous covered surface rhythmically undulating beneath him was so soothing, so very soothing.

"Stay with me Jerry, stay with me," the voice in his head whispered. Jerry began to feel like he was becoming detached from his body and becoming part of Sarah's. Suddenly he heard a pounding sound in his chest, and a thought flashed through his mind.

"This isn't real, this isn't fucking real!!"

"No Jerry, don't leave, don't leave, not now! Noooooooooo!!!!"

Jerry's eyes popped open, and he gasped at the shock of being yanked back into the real world.

"Hey, welcome back dude!! Sorry I had to wake you up, but you'd been in there a little long for your first trip. How was it?"

"Oh man, it was really cool right up until the end. Then it started to get weird. I'm kind of glad you woke me up."

"You were probably going to wake up on your own anyway dude. Your heart was beating a mile a minute. The cardio alarm would have gone off in another few seconds. What was going on?"

"Well, there was this incredible chick. I've never seen such a gorgeous woman before. You wouldn't believe the shit she was doing to me man. She said it was stuff I dreamed about all the time, but didn't remember. I've never had a chick cop my joint the way she did. It was unreal. And just before you woke me up, she ate me man!! I mean she really ate me, as in swallowed my ass alive. She fucking gulped me down into her stomach. What was really weird was that I wanted her to. I was absolutely powerless to resist her. It was the most unbelievably erotic thing I'd ever experienced. But toward the end, it was like she was trying to get me to stay there with her. If you hadn't woken me up, I don't know what might have happened. I think she wanted to digest me or absorb me or something. It was creepy. She was really upset that I left."

Roger didn't say anything for a few seconds, and his face took on an unusually serious look.

"Did this chick have a name?"

"Yeah, Sarah. Why?"

"Dude, the dream chick that's been doing me for the last few weeks calls herself Sarah. Did she have huge brown eyes, and the hottest lips you'd ever seen?"

"That sounds just like her man!!"

"Well dude, she'd just talked ME into crawling inside her mouth when you woke me up. I couldn't believe I actually did it, but I couldn't resist. It was like I was hypnotized or something, and her mouth was so enticing. Plus, I kept hearing her voice inside my head. I have no doubt I'd have let her swallow me if she'd wanted to. I'm pretty sure that's what was on her mind. What's really strange is I can't stop thinking about what it would feel like to actually be swallowed by her. Was it pretty cool?"

"It was unbelievable man. I could really get used to sliding down her throat on a regular basis. But, I'd be careful if I were you man. Once I was inside her stomach, some strange shit started to happen. It felt so wonderful being inside her that I felt like I didn't want to ever leave. Also, the way she was talking to me, trying to get me to stay, was totally mesmerizing. I think she's got an agenda man. I know it sounds silly, because she's just a dream. But, if your Sarah is the same babe as my Sarah, watch yourself. Like I said, I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't intervened. It was definitely the most erotic thing I've ever experienced, but it was spooky at the same time."

"I wonder if these two chicks really are the same. I don't see how, but still, there's just too many coincidences here. It kinda makes you want to go back in and find out more, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, most definitely, but not today man. I don't know if my system could handle it."

"I understand dude. I think I'll pass too for a few days. I need to spend some time tweaking the electronics. I want to make sure the fail safe systems are really fail safe, given what happened to us today."

"Good move man. But even with the warning systems, I wouldn't want to go back in there without a spotter on the outside. I've got a funny feeling about this. It's definitely cool, but we're dealing with shit here that we really don't understand."

"Yeah dude, I was thinking that myself. Hey, I can't believe I completely forgot to tell you the about the real life chick I met a couple of months ago!!"

"Way to go man!! Where'd you hook up with her?"

"Radio Shack. She asked me a question about circuit boards, and one thing lead to another."

"Radio Shack!! Why doesn't that surprise me. Guys tell me all the time that that's the place to go to pick up the really hot babes."

"Smart ass!! Anyway, her name's Sally. She's coming over in about an hour. Do you want to hang out and eat dinner with us?"

"Nah, I gotta get going man. Final exams took a lot out of me. I'm really beat. I'm just gonna go home and crash."

"Yeah, right!! You probably can't get Sarah off your mind, and you're just going home to bonk your twanger.!!

"No way man. I think I drained the old joy juice reservoir on my way to her stomach. My balls are the size of raisins right now. Anyway, I'm outta here. I'll catch you tomorrow. Melissa is going to stop by, so, maybe all four of us can get together and do something."

"OK dude, it'll be great to see her again. It's been a while. Catch you later!!"

Jerry climbed the stairs, walked outside to his car, and drove the two miles to his parent's house. They were away on vacation for the next couple of weeks, so Jerry had the place to himself. A big old house can get kind of lonely, so Jerry had invited his girlfriend Melissa to spend a few days with him. She'd decided to hang out around campus for another day and party with her house mates, but he expected her to come cruising in sometime tomorrow. After what he'd just experienced at Roger's place, he figured that some quality time with a REAL woman would help him forget about Sarah. However, the thoughts running through his mind made him wonder if that was going to be easier said than done.

Jerry's usual routine when he got home was to suck down a couple of brews, watch some TV until he was tired, and then hit the sack. However, he hadn't snagged more than 3 or 4 hours of sleep a night for almost a week, and it had finally caught up with him. He was totally exhausted. As soon as he got home, he made a beeline for the bedroom. Five minutes later, when he was in that sort of twilight zone between consciousness and sleep, he saw a familiar face looking at him with big teary eyes.

"Why did you leave me Jerry? I could have made you so happy. All I wanted was for you and me to be together forever. Please come back to me Jerry. I'm so lonely."

"But Sarah, I'm here with you right now, just like I am every night. How can you be lonely?"

"It's not the same Jerry. You're not really with me, you're just dreaming, and when you wake up you always forget everything we shared. I want you to be with me like you were this afternoon. It was so much nicer."

"But wasn't I dreaming then, just like I am now? I'll always wake up eventually, whether I'm in bed or in the tank, and you'll be alone again."

"What you were doing this afternoon was more than just dreaming Jerry. You were really here with me, in my world. You could have stayed if you had wanted to. I could help you stay if you'd let me. Please come back to me! I miss you!!"

"I can't right now Sarah, the tank doesn't belong to me. But, I promise to come see you again the first chance I get, OK?"

"You promise?"

"I promise, honest!!"

"OK Jerry. But, what's that tank you keep talking about?"

"It's what I used to let me visit your world this afternoon."

"Is that what Roger used to visit me?"

"Ah, so you ARE the girl Roger was dreaming about. Yeah, it's his tank. I thought you knew everything that was in my mind. How come you didn't know about the tank?"

"I only know what's in your dreams Jerry. If you dream about the tank tonight, I'll know all about it."

"I'm surprised that Roger hasn't dreamt about it."

"I am too. But, now that I know about the tank, I'll make him dream about it tonight. I'll make you dream about it too. I want to know more."

"You can do that?"

"I can be very persuasive Jerry. But, you already know that, don't you?"

"Well, I guess if you can talk a guy into letting you swallow him, you can probably get him to do just about anything. Anyway, enough chit chat. Could you please swallow me again right now? I'd really like to curl up inside your stomach for a while."

"Your wish is my command, sweetie. Hop into my mouth!!"

By this time, Jerry was deeply into REM sleep. His eyes bounced around wildly and his body was completely rigid as Sarah proceeded to swallow him alive in his dreams. When he awoke several hours later he was soaked in sweat, and there was a familiar crusty stain on his sheets.

"Damn, another fucking wet dream!!" he thought to himself. As usual he didn't remember any of the good stuff, but he was certain that Sarah was responsible for his orgasm. He wondered if she had swallowed him, and thought about calling Roger to see if he could use the tank again. Then he remembered the apprehension he had felt yesterday, and that Melissa would be showing up in just a few hours. He also briefly flashed on vague snippets of his conversation with Sarah just prior to falling into deep sleep.

Jerry finally decided to drag has ass out of bed. He took a long soothing shower, got dressed, cleaned the place up a little bit, and then just kicked back with a cup of coffee and a book. It was great not having to worry about classes or exams for a while.

About 1:00, Melissa pulled into the driveway. Jerry had been dating her regularly for about a year, and he really enjoyed being with her. Her only fault was that she tended to become extremely jealous if she even suspected that he was attracted to another woman. He wondered what would happen if she knew about Sarah.

"Hey babe, how was the drive?"

"Not bad. It would have been better if it hadn't been for all the idiots doing the speed limit!!"

"You've got to get yourself a different colored car. There's something about that red convertible that turns you into Dr Jekyll ... or is that Ms Hyde? I can never remember who's supposed to be the crazy one."

"Well, sugar which one do you WANT me to be?"

"Oh I don't know, whichever one's the horniest is fine with me!!"

Jerry picked Melissa up and carried her kicking and giggling into the bedroom. He was a little concerned that his experiences of the previous day might affect his performance, but his worries turned out to be unfounded. A half hour later he was lying on his back panting, and Melissa had a contented smile on her face.

"Well, I guess that wraps up my last final!!", Jerry said. "Do you think I passed?"

"Oh, didn't I tell you?", Melissa giggled. "This is a multi-part exam. I won't give you your grade until you've finished all the parts."

"How many parts are there?"

"As many as you want. Shall we proceed to part two?"

They kept this up for another hour, until they were both exhausted.

"Hey, we'd better get up. I've got to call Roger. I told him that we might stop by later on."

Jerry grabbed the phone and called Roger to see what was happening.

"Dude, why don't you and Melissa swing by for dinner. Sally'll be here, and it'll be a good chance for the ladies to get to know each other."

"Cool. Hey, it sounds like you and Sally are really connecting. Has she seen the tank yet?"

Jerry immediately wished he hadn't mentioned the tank. Melissa seemed to immediately pick up on his apprehensive facial expression. She was like that.

"She's seen it, but I haven't really gone into detail about what I use it for. I'm not sure if I want to. Chicks can be funny about shit like that."

"Tell be about it. Some things are definitely better off left unsaid. Anyway, we'll probably swing by in a couple of hours."

"OK dude. Talk to you later."

Jerry hung up the phone and turned his attention to Melissa, who was looking at him quizzically.

"Jerry, what's the tank?"

"Oh, it's nothing. It's just another one of Roger's crazy inventions."

"What things are better off left unsaid? Is there something I should know about this tank? You looked awfully guilty when you were talking to Roger. Are you trying to hide something from me?"

"Like I said, It's nothing. Maybe you'll get a chance to see it sometime tonight."

Melissa didn't ask any more questions, but continued to give Jerry "the look" the rest of the afternoon. In her case, "the look" meant that "I know you did something wrong, and even if you didn't, I'm going to make you feel guilty anyway!!". Unfortunately for Jerry, he was cursed with the sort of face that seemed to perpetually radiate guilt, even on those rare occasions when he was completely innocent.

"Will you please quit looking at me like that? Sheesh!! Come on, let's get dressed and head over to Roger's place. I'll show you the tank so you'll quit obsessing about it."

Knowing Melissa, she probably figured that he and Roger were filling The Tank with mazzola, and then spending untold hours cavorting with well oiled pleasure babes. Sometimes her jealous possessiveness really got on his nerves. He thought about breaking the relationship off more than once, but the bottom line was that there was too much good chemistry between them for a break-up to be a serious option.

They eventually got dressed, hopped into Jerry's car, and drove the short distance to Roger's place. He and Sally were sitting on the porch drinking beer when Jerry pulled in.

"Hey, it's about time you guys got here", Roger shouted. "Anyone want a brewski?"

"You bet, how about you Melissa?"

"Sure!! Hey nice to see you again Roger. Jerry tells me you have a new toy in your lab."

Jerry rolled his eyes and gave Roger a "Sorry dude, please help me out here!!" look.

"Oh, you must mean the tank. Yeah, it's pretty cool. It's a great way to relax. I'll show it to you after dinner. Hey, neither of you guys have ever met Sally, have you?"

Roger then proceeded to introduce everyone, and did his best to get Melissa's one track mind off of the tank. He was very familiar with her jealous tendencies from her previous visits. He glanced over at Jerry, gave him a wink, and did everything he could to steer any conversations in other directions. He also made sure that Melissa always had a beer in her hand. After about an hour or so she was tipsy and happy, and seemed to have forgotten all about the tank.

By the time Roger had fired up the grill, everyone was in a really good mood. After dinner, they played cards, drank, and talked until well after midnight.

"Hey man, the way you two were groping each other, I'd say it's probably a good time for Melissa and me to head out of Dodge."

"Can I see The Tank before we leave?" Melissa said softly, looking at Jerry out of the corner of her eye.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that. How about it Roger? Let's show Melissa where we've been having all those orgies. Did you hide the cans of sex oil?"

Melissa kicked Jerry in the shins and shot him the hairy eyeball. He just grinned at her.

"Sure, why not? Lets go!!"

The four of them descended the stairs to the lab. Roger flipped on the lights illuminating the tank, which dominated the center of the room.

"Well, there it is", Roger said, "The infamous tank!!"

"That's it?" Melissa said.

"Yeah. Pretty innocuous huh? You were expecting something a little different, weren't you?"

Melissa blushed with embarrassment. She had expected the tank to be something akin to a hot tub. Roger spent a few minutes explaining the basic principals to her, but now that her feminine curiosity was satisfied, she quickly lost interest.

"Care to take it for a spin?" Roger asked.

"Nah, maybe some other time. Thanks anyway."

They climbed back up the stairs and walked outside. While Melissa and Sally chatted on the porch, the guys wandered over toward Jerry's car.

"Hey man, thanks for helping me handle Melissa. She drives me crazy when she gets on one of her jealousy kicks. I've got to be so damn careful what I say around her."

"I sympathize with you dude. She's a nice chick otherwise, but that kind of shit would be hard for me to handle. I'm glad Sally's not like that."

"You two seem to be getting along pretty good. You might not have any more use for the tank if she keeps hanging around."

"Tell me about it. Sally's a lot more fun than some dream babe. Hey, You're more than welcome to come by any time and use the tank. Sarah's probably wondering why you haven't come back considering the good time she apparently showed you yesterday."

"There's no way I'm going to use the tank while Melissa's around. She'd cut my balls off if she found out what it can be used for. I would like to try it again some time soon though. I can't get it out of my mind how awesome it felt when Sarah swallowed me. I think the next trip will be even more fun, now that I kind of know what to expect."

"Dude, won't you feel sort of guilty hanging with another chick, even if she's just a dream babe?"

"Why should I feel guilty? Like you said, she's not real. Besides, I dream about her every night anyway."

"I wouldn't be so certain that she's not real, dude. There's something about her I can't quite put my finger on. I'm still a little freaked that we both apparently dreamed about the same chick. I'd proceed with caution if I were you."

"I can't believe I'm hearing that from you man. Proceed with caution? You're definitely spending way too much time with Sally!!"

"Don't worry dude, I'm still totally insane. It's just a little more under control now."

Melissa and Sally had wrapped up their conversation and were strolling over to where the guys were.

"Ready to go sweetie?" Melissa cooed. "I want to get you home and make amends for mistrusting you."

"Ooooo, I like amends!!" Jerry said. "We'll catch you guys later."

When they got back to Jerry's folks place, Melissa whisked Jerry into the bedroom and spent the next hour apologizing in her own special way, and reminding him why he couldn't bring himself to break up with her. Eventually, they both drifted off to sleep.

At first Jerry's mind was filled with thoughts of Melissa, but as he drifted deeper into sleep, a familiar face emerged from the shadows.

"Jerry, why do you waste your time dreaming about Melissa when you know that you really want to be with me."

"But I like Melissa. She's not perfect, but neither am I. Besides, she's real and you're not."

"You know that you don't really believe that Jerry. I know that you think I'm more than just a dream. When are you going to use Roger's tank again so that I can show you just how real I am. I want to be with you Jerry, and I know you want to be with me too."

"How much do you know about the tank?"

"I know everything, Jerry. Roger told me."

"Well, I can't use the tank while Melissa's here. She'll kill me."

"Suit yourself Jerry, but you know you can never be truly happy with anyone but me. Let me show you what real happiness is. Come to me Jerry, come to me."