Heather Moran, the party livener

I was at a rather dull house party. I think my friend Hope, from high school days, was throwing it, but I'm not sure. It was her house.  I was lounging around and quietly minding my own business when Heather Moran, a high school punk hottie approached me and asked what I was doing.

I said, "Not much of anything. Just minding my own business. This party is kind of dragging."

She said, "How about getting to the business of of some short-term sex?"

It took about two seconds for it to dawn on me that she saying. "You mean..." I gulped and became tongue-tied.

I pointed to her and then to myself. She nodded, a delightfully wicked smile broadening on her face.

"Right now?" I managed to blurt out, though the question was answered before it was asked.

I managed to not screw it up any further, and we proceeded over to the couch, where I found myself worshiping and caressing her legs up and down. Pants akimbo, I managed to wrangle some lacy red lingerie off of her. Things were progressing nicely enough where we were, but I thought we might find more privacy in an upstairs bedroom.

"There's just one thing I have to do first," she said and proceeded to the kitchen.

Somewhere in the process, our plans got sidetracked as she began working another prank on a young teenager who was hiding out under a snow cone injection machine. He wasn't coming out because she scared him. 

 

But she wasn't intending to get him to come out anyway. She talked sweetly to him, as she had to me and managed to to coax him, somehow, into the injection barrel. It was a keg-like, cylindrical device with no apparent openings for a teenage sized human. Nonetheless, she accomplished it, presumably through witchcraft. 

 

The next thing I saw was some rainbow colored liquid coming out of the spout, which I could only assume was the boy. I was somewhat sickened by this development, but I didn't want to let it show, you know, in case there was still a chance for some of that business Heather had been proposing earlier. Never mind that she was a black widow sorceress who could turn me into a human snow cone.

We spent the rest of the dream talking to what was left of the boy's essence and trying to convince it to come out of the snow cone machine. He was adamant that he would not. He had an ally in the form of Jackie Chan, who was dressed in a silly lion suit. He briefly took off the head, which is how I knew it was the famous actor. 

 

Things weren't looking too good for Heather and me any longer, as Jackie was gearing up for something, I wasn't sure what. It was imperative that the boy not remain in the snow cone machine, although, apparently, he had options as to where he would emerge if he decided to exit. The machine was a part of a network of portals that terminated in well houses and water treatment facilities around the globe. He could emerge just about anywhere. 

 

Heather was trying to coax him out with the same lines she used on me, and at that point I realized the futility of remaining in that dream any longer, so I woke up.

Prior to all that sexy snow cone witchery, I had been walking down an incredibly steep hill which was somehow a part of Hope's house. I found myself on the wrong side of a wall which prevented me from getting back into the house. 

 

I was trying to circumvent it by climbing up and over this open-ceiling divider. I was up pretty high and could finally see over the divider and into the rest of the house. But I couldn't easily get over it, having spent myself in the process of climbing up that far. 

 

I called down to see if they could send me over a ladder and to ask them how it was that I found myself on the wrong side of the divider. It was then that I remembered that there had been a door that I must have gone through and must now be locked. 

 

Additionally, it was obscured by a snow bank which had accumulated up against the wall. I was balanced precariously up there and there were a few tense moments as I had to switch hands holding on, reaching for the ladder they were sending up and trying to put my phone in my pocket. 

It was one of those "you can't do all three" type of situations, but somehow I managed. 

 

Finally, they informed me that they'd be opening the door if I could manage to not fall and kill myself. I succeeded in doing all those things and was rewarded by being let back into the not so exciting party, where I was to be propositioned by Heather. So, now we're all caught up.