Frozen Bananas

A girl I met at a friend’s party had asked me over for dinner next Saturday night. I had not had a female relationship for over a year, being across the country from home, and so was looking forward to getting to know this lovely girl.

She had many attributes; being blond, slim and very active in the community. Her intelligence showed in the conversations I overheard her having with the other guests. I was a little surprised but pleased when she zeroed in on me near the end of the evening as I certainly was not the most handsome man there.

Saturday night could not come fasten enough, as I wondered what to wear, what kind of wine I should choose to bring and would roses be too much for a first date? Friday I went for a haircut, bought a new shirt, and was ready for the night, hoping that she would enjoy my company as I anticipated I was going to enjoy hers.

I arrived at exactly seven. Samantha opened the door on my first knock. She looked stunning with a long black dress with a slit up one side. She was in her bare feet, with bright red on her toenails. Her hair was pinned at one side the other flowing long and shining. She had wine chilling in a large glass container with long stem glasses to match. I felt I had died and gone to heaven at this point.

We had a couple of martinis, then two glasses of wine. She reserved the wine I brought to go with dinner and seemed impressed with my choice. Conversation through a lovely dinner of salmon steaks, potatoes mashed with a great white sauce and she had put the vegetables on the side in case I did not like asparagus and mushrooms. Dessert would come later she said as she poured more wine into our glasses.

Our conversation was never lacking and one comment from her, seemingly slipped into the chat, was that she was an oral person, and not just in talk. My first thought was I am going to get sex tonight. After dinner, we went back to drinking martinis. Samantha asked if I would mix another batch while she freshened up. God I was in heaven. I am not a big drinker and the alcohol was starting to hit me. My brain starting to feel fuzzy.

I went to the frig for ice and noticed in the door of the freezer were several over-ripe bananas, looking dark and cold.

I almost fainted as I realized they were not bananas at all! My stomach lurched as I picked one up. They were frozen penises!

I felt like I was going to pass out as I heard Samantha call out what was taking me so long. I stuffed it back into the frig and was pulling the ice out when she came around the corner. She pulled me towards her with her open mouth, kissing me hard and started undoing my belt. She bent down as she pulled and twisted my pants to my ankles.

I helplessly stood still but my brain was in a flurry of fear.

What was a man to do?

Dark Side

I wonder what it would be like to travel to the other side. Experiencing the unknown of the dark side of life. Through the years, I have had requests by some to come and join them on their journey to the unknown depths of the cosmos. I want to go and find for myself what really is beyond this earth of ours, not just in my dreams.

Have I left it too long? I think not, as I am more aware of life’s different paths and where they can lead. I have left my passive ways and I am open to so much more at this point in my being, separating myself from the mundane continuation of everyday goings on. 

Yes, I have decided to travel to the dark side.

Much expectation runs through my thoughts as I prepare for the journey. A mystifying unfamiliar flight. Will I find the dark side is different for everyone?

It does not matter, I am doing this for me.

I want to understand and indulge in every aspect there is to learn and discover what my friends have called probing, exploring things far beyond earthbound beliefs. They say we are a spec of light in the whole civilization of outer space.

Finding a freedom of travel through my mind is much more exhilarating than earth travel in a capsule or vicariously through a telescope. I leave my earthly self far behind with open anticipation and eagerness of what I may discover beyond the reach of the ordered psyche.

I am acutely aware of my extrasensory perception and try to develop it daily. I enjoy letting my thoughts and dreams wander, playing games within my head, others unaware, while seeing what happens in different circumstances and scenarios. 

 

When I lie in the grass, looking up farther than the eye can see, I cannot be the only one to seek answers beyond our horizon? Where is the horizon? I want to daydream about what I am missing in the vast space beyond. And go there. 

The universe has so many questions. Will I have more knowledge when I move on to the unknown? Will I have the thought transference to pass on to someone that is still living here earth-bound?

Do I need to or should I be content to travel on my own?

What will I discovery on this dark side. 

Perhaps myself.

Nightflights

I feel so free when traveling at night. It may be the serenity of darkness.

Wanting answers about the weird people from outer space from my floating friends, I knew they could be found in the nebulous clouds far into the universe. I would stay away from the man who had taken me into the space ship where they removed my blood. They were not getting anymore from me.

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I floated from cloud to cloud between the stars for what seemed like hours. No one was around. Had they all been taken to places unknown? I stared into the distance. Nothing but darkness. It was eerie not to see the familiar faces that I had encountered numerous times on these night flights. Their waves and friendliness towards everyone they encountered while on their way in different directions they had found in the universe.

I rested on a cloud, thinking someone would come sit beside me and let me know where everyone had gone. 

No one came. 

All seemed to have vanished without a trace. Would I ever see them again? For the first time since I started my night travels I felt alone, no one to converse with or hear their stories. 
Deflated I headed for home, hoping next time they would be there to greet me on my space travels.

What did this mean?


Will there be a next time? 

Floating

Now here I go again, I see crystal vision
I keep my visions to myself
Its only me who wants to wrap around your dreams and ...
Have you any dreams you'd like to sell?  -  Stevie Nicks


When I'm tired I fall asleep so much faster. My dreams come quickly and I start my adventure for the night with much anticipation. When I start to drift off sometimes I know what kind of dream I will be having. A lucid dream is any in which one is aware that one is dreaming. Sometimes I have lucid dreams, other times not.

I felt tonight I would not have any control on where this one would take me. In my subconscious mind I felt apprehensive, worrisome, and even tried to keep from falling asleep. That is not like me at all. What did this night's dream entail? Remember I never like to analyze my mind wanderings.

I was in a dark place. I could not make out where I was. Nobody seems to be here or close as I could not hear noise of any kind. Then the smell hit my nostrils, it had dampness, mixed with a sour putrid odor. I was in a cave with no source of light, frightened I moved forward holding to the side of what felt cold and slimy. 

I felt a breeze, slightly touching me as it passed, then again and again each time coming closer to my face and hair helping me along the narrow dark space. Was it young spirits playing with my psyche? It seemed like they were guiding me somewhere. I let go of the wall and started floating with the slight wind carrying my body along. 

Ghost like figures emerged, with laughter they scolded the vaporous young spirits. I was at the entrance of the cave and saw sunlight. They all disappeared at once, except one holding back saying they would come play again if I was in need, then it was off catching up to the others that had stopped to wait for this mysterious little spirit.  

It turned out to be a good dream and I look forward to meeting my little friends again. 




 
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Group Walk

The day started out warm, sunny and a great day to go hike trails that had little usage.

The brush was thick in some places and clear in other, the path sagged along the banks of the river. Four of us girls had decided to take a lunch and have a good day trying to reach the top of this steep mountainous area, which few dared to travel. Only seasoned hikers boasted on reaching the top. Marie and Jen had worn shorts, their legs showed many scratches and we had only begun.

As we pasted the river, the incline became steeper, the bushes became denser, Marie and Jen decided to turn back as they were not enjoying the day. Karen and I dressed with long pants and long sleeved shirts prepared for the day, keeping a fast pace after saying goodbye to the others. The higher up we got the more beautiful the scenery became. The trail became switch back and very dense and we could only see a few feet ahead after each corner we turned.

We could hear men’s voices in the distance but could not see them. Karen and I looked at each other and headed off the trail farther into the bush. We just did not want to have to carry on a conversation with any one or have to listen to guys trying to hit on us. They were walking at a fast pace only a few feet from us, as the two of them passed us typical hikers, with all the equipment, ropes tied beside their backpacks.

We headed back out to the trail and started looking for a place to rest, and stop for lunch. We could hear water running and then a waterfall came into sight, perfect place to soak our feet and eat. Never giving another thought to the men that had passed.

The day was full of fun, laughter and a good workout, as we took the last few steps to the top, so proud of our accomplishment, we sat in awe of the beauty below us for so many miles. When it became close to dusk we decided to head back while we still had daylight to guide us home. Amongst the trees, it became dusk faster than expected, so we hurried down the trail at a jog.

That is when we saw Jens blond hair lying with a rope around her throat. Her body covered in blood, her cloths scattered amongst the bushes, her underwear lying beside her. Her eyes were open, her mouth at a strange angle, her jaw looked broken. I took my jacket off covering her the best I could to give her some dignity in death.

Karen took a reading of where we were in silence, both afraid to speak. Fearful of what would happen when we emerge from this surrealist fog.  We had to get help in spite of our fright. Unable to talk about what we had just witnessed, we continued downhill in a daze.

We found Marie  less than a quarter of a mile away. The only difference her eyes were closed and she lie in the bushes, thrown away like a piece of trash. I tried my phone, nothing, were we going to be the next in this bizarre killings.

Was it the two hikers that had passed us who did this? Karen tried to get a signal on her phone with no luck. Mine no better, the only thing that we had on our side, with any luck they did not know we were here. On the other hand, they could be waiting down the trail. We slowed and crept quietly towards where we had parked the cars, optimistically the cars would not give them any clue as we had only two cars parked in the lot.

As we came close to the end of the trail, there sat the two men drinking beer beside a car. With no one else around, they were waiting for us. We slowly backed up the trail put our packs down and dug until we found our knives.  We would not be an easy target for these animals. As I turned on my phone it rang, I was sure they would hear it and come after us. I yelled into the phone to send the police, and then we both ran into the deep bush beside the trail,trying to hide as best we could. We heard a car door slam then screech away.

The screeching woke me.

Wrongfully Accused

I looked across the room, only to see a man staring at me with lustful eyes.

As he started to get up from his chair a beautiful red-haired women put her arm around his neck and hugged him tightly. She smiled up at his large muscled body it was well tuned like a Lamborghini.

He turned and I could see he was watching me and not really paying her the attention that she looked like she wanted from this handsome man. His dark hair had a smattering of grey at the sides, making him look so distinguished and very sexy.

He said something to her and she looked my way with a hateful look in her eyes. He left her standing there and headed in my direction. Introducing himself and asked my name. An hour later, and a few drinks in a small alcove off the reception, area we were still talking, his life was very interesting as he was a pilot and flew to many exotic places.

I looked up to see the red head coming towards us, she started to yell. Mike pulled her away before she had a chance to hit me. She was livid her eyes filled with loathing. A crowd started to form in the lobby, Mike looking embarrassed tried calming her, she kept up the abusive language towards us both. As I left, Mike said he would call my room later.

The next morning as I was having my coffee and reading the paper in my room, I saw a headline that a woman was found dead outside a hotel, the name of the hotel never mentioned in the article, but the picture was clearly the red head from last night.

My phone rang it was the police wanting to come up to my room. Two detectives arrived, I offered them coffee, they declined and were all business. They told me the hotel had told them about the fiasco and altercation the girl and I had the night before.
I told them what had happened and they wanted to know who the man was. They looked skeptical when I did not know Mikes last name. Did I know what hotel he was staying at?

Now I was getting frightened, they thought I had something to do with this women’s death. Mike had not phoned me and I did not know where I could reach him. The smaller of the two detectives asked if he was a lover and I told him I had only met the man a few hours before I had left for my room. He asked if he had come to my room last night. I asked if I should get a lawyer and all I got back was, guilty people get lawyers.

After they questioned me for about an hour they left, I was not to leave the city, as they would have more questions once they found Mike. Mike had disappeared with no traces of where he went.

They never found Mike. He had set me up.

I go on trial for murder next week.