Dream Sequence of the Time I Forgot. Ch. 4

August 21, 2016

Hey Tommy,

I met with Cole again today. He showed me a history of the Wild Hunt that he finally dug out of his family’s library. Took him long enough to find it. It’s crazy that it was coming again so soon. Well, 100 years isn’t exactly soon, but yeah, the fact it’s happening in modern times at all is insane. You know I’ve been gathering the ingredients for the apartment wards so we should be safe here as long as I can convince the girls to stay in. Shouldn’t be too hard. Though according to the history the Wild hunt can be somewhat unpredictable on what night they come, as near as we can tell it has something to do with new moons and solstices. Near solstices the veil between the human supernatural worlds are thinner and the bad guys can slip through. Anyway best to prepare as best as possible. I got my talismans done already for personal protection. Plus they are super cute.  I may already be wearing one…never can be too careful… or glamorous. TTYL – Sarah.


Did I start a fantasy journal recently? I flipped forward and there were journal entries just about once a week up until the week before my accident. All apparently similar fantasy type journals. I put it down and picked up Jennifer and flipped her open.


April 16, 2016

Dear Jennifer,

I have a bit of a steamy story to tell you today. I was sitting at my desk doing some work on my computer when a hand fell upon my shoulder. I jumped and turned to see that Cole seemed to come out of nowhere grinning down at me. He stuck his hand down my shirt, skin on skin, and leaned down to rub his stubbly face against my neck. He squeezed my breast and proceeded to distract me from work. I didn’t even know he was at my home at the time. After the initial shock I swung my chair around to look at him face to face. He was only wearing my wookie bathrobe fully open in the front. I reached forward and stood rubbing myself against him. He leaned forward and yanked off my shirt. He flipped the straps of my bra down my arms and yanked the bra lose while burying his face into my cleavage. It was amazing, he was amazing. His lips slowly moved downward to make me moan more, I slide down to the floor as my legs couldn’t hold me upright anymore. My legs free of holding me up pulled him into me tight again. I grabbed a fist full of his hair to pull him even closer. It was an awesome afternoon delight. I leaned back panting hard as he looked down to me smiling.

That’s all for now! Love, Sarah.


I closed the journal quickly, blushing. That was not what I expected to see first off opening Jennifer. It was clearly my handwriting, but seriously? When did I start writing so… pornographically? Reading it I wasn’t completely sure that was something that had actually happened, I didn’t usually go into that much detail when things actually happened. I did find a wookie robe when I ransacked my room, so at least that part is true. I usually will just tell Jennifer I got laid, without actual details beyond “boy was he big!” or vice versa. And who the hell was this Cole?

I never had a Cole come visit me in the past month that I could remember. Though to be honest I don’t remember the names and faces of half of the people who visited me. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through the contacts just in case but didn’t see a Cole listed. There were very few names I recognized that weren’t my family or current roommates.

Apparently I’m not that close to anyone I knew ten years ago except for my family. Last I remembered I had a boyfriend, clearly that didn’t work out. Maybe the name Cole was a nickname for someone.

I pulled up my social media accounts that Eloise luckily had showed me the very basics for already but still couldn’t find a Cole that might reasonably be that…guy. So there was a very good chance this was just a smutty fantasy of a random guy I met named Cole that also happens to be part of my theoretical fantasy novel?

I thought reading my journals would give me an idea of what I did the past ten years. I did occasionally have a habit of writing fantasies out but usually to William, but without knowing the context I may end up saying something that I only fantasized about, or think something was a fantasy and it actually happened. Having amnesia sucked. I knew I was going to completely embarrass myself more than once with these journals. Maybe I should just toss them out completely. In a way I was given a fresh start, why not make it a complete fresh start? Okay, that might be a little too scary.

But what if all the journals were like this? What if I don’t know what’s exaggeration, what’s real, and what’s random thoughts I put down to vent my sexual frustrations? I’m not sure if I should just throw them all out and start anew. Though they could warn me if I have done something stupid in the past or already got shot down by a guy. I really feel like either way I’m going to be paranoid.

I put the journals back into the ottoman and closed the lid. For now I’ll leave them be, maybe tomorrow I will tackle reading them from the beginning.


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