The dream starts at once, I think. I knew, I knew it was a bad dream. But some real days have seemed less real than that dream.   I was gazing blank-eyed into the fire burning in a hearth I had never seen in waking life, in a room I had never visited. It was evening, late, late evening, and the sky was dark with a storm. There was thunder, and a sharp crack of lightning, but I had no fear at all. It was a thought I had died and was a ghost and had nothing to fear anymore.   As I gazed at the flames of the fire, I heard a noise above the sound of the storm. I heard the window creak. The light from the stormy cloud-chased sky was blocked and the room went utterly black, for someone was climbing the through the window into my room. I turned my head languidly, but I did not call for help. I opened my mouth, but did not scream. I froze, waiting, sprawled before the fire for what was coming to me.   The man came silently to me and he pushed the chair from behind my shoulders so that I lay flat on the floor. I trembled as if his very touch were an icy wind, but did not move. Only my eyes blinked and gazed in a gleam of moonlight.   He kissed my collar-bone, this stranger in the dream. He opened my gown and kissed on , the as hard as a blackberry, and then he kissed the other. In the dream, I made a moan of soft longing, and in waking life the girl in the bed. A , stirred and cried and struggled against a knowledge she did not yet want.   In my dream my hands went flat against his chest and smoothed down his belly till I feel his hardness, but he brushed my hand away and opened the front of my gown and slid his face, the stubble scratching my soft skin, down over my warm belly to take me in his mouth.   In her dream she heard a low grunt sounds, weird she thought, but another grunt was heard. And I slowly…… woke up.   Dara woke up by the sunrays evading her closed eyes. “Ugh.” She slowly opened it up struggling to move and avoid the rays, “I promise I will never ever dri