Dreams are like hallucinations, they don't make much sense. I prefer just to gather the emotional content of the sleeping thoughts. Would you like me ...to wake you up if you start to have a nightmare?" I pondered the question a moment, and told her "No. I would rather my brain do what it wants. However frightening a nightmare is, it is always a relief to wake up- maybe that is their purpose, to make reality prefered over dreams." She tucked her head against me and murmered into my shoulder "You. .. a license plate half a mile away, a couple making out in the apartment across the street, or just some boring old stars and planets.” She giggled. “I’d like to see that....the stars and planets, I mean.” “OK. Step right up and have a look at a kind of fuzzy ring of gas around a very faint little star.” She stepped forward, tentatively. “I’m not sure where to look in...” She had trouble finding the eyepiece. She bent forward a little, and he could see by the hardening points on her. I grabbed one of my favorite porn mags and was all ready to hit the bathroom when I remembered my books outside. I didn't want to leave my bag on the porch so turned and practically ran to the door. I shoved the door hard, ready to grab my bag and throw it inside, but the door met with resistance and before I knew it, legs were flying and I heard a cry. I was horrified to realize I had slammed the door into someone, but even more horrified when I saw who it was.“Oh! Dominique!. She had not used it since departure. Thankfully, it was the lower bunk. She sank her head into the pillow and was soon asleep.When she awoke, it was deathly silent in the room. She was alone, unsure of the time. She stepped through the doorway to a blast of noisy children playing in a nearby room. She realized that some kind of soundproofing had allowed her to sleep peacefully -- or at least without any noise. Her entire body ached, and every movement in her bed had briefly awakened her.She saw.