First I was a man who had a raven's head. A raventaur??? I lived in a cemetary and there were rumors of another raven headed man living nearby which caused endless confusion and heartwarming misunderstandings between me and the normal residents. The one difference between us was the fact that I could speak English while the other one could only caw and tok. I usually accompanied some of the local kids who would wander through the graveyard to climb inside an unreasonably small mausoleum to smoke pot and basically be teenagers. The mausoleum wasn't very tall, one couldn't enter without crawling on all fours. Four grates held three coffins, one of the coffins went missing but the dearly departed's loved ones never visited and were never the wiser.

Something happened to me and my spirit immediately left my body, I felt myself zipping across the graveyard, think of the effect from Evil Dead and its sequels, through the woods and into the unconscious form of the other raven man. Now I couldn't speak even though I could perfectly understand myself. For all anyone knew I was now the dumb brute. Kids didn't hang around me and started blaming my new form for the demise or departure or disappearance of my original raventaur body.

When I was trying to talk to the teenagers I realized that the entire time the poor other raven man was trying to do the same and was simply hampered by the language barrier. Since I knew nothing about this beast, I couldn't go back and explore the remains of his life. Heck I didn't know where he made his lair.

That's when I began leaping. You know, like Sam Beckett. Quantum Leap and all that jazz.

The first series of leaps went very quickly. I assumed many forms, visited many worlds or many different dreams. Of course I slept very lightly so I kept waking up but falling back asleep still maintaining my dream awareness. At no time did a new dream start. This reminds me of that anciet dream about the female vampire in the darkened, underground mall with a mazelike dealer room for the various comic book shops in attendance. Check it out here if you're so inclined, gentle reader. On one world, I was a Jewish soldier fighting for the Confederacy in 1972. Kevin Costner was president and World War II had never ended despite Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

Without warning, without knowing if I made right what once went wrong I leapt again. Here was a darkened castle. It was the middle of the night. A crazy man was living deep in a buried and forgotten catacomb begging for release from his tomb. In that world I pushed a huge pile of bricks down a hole hoping to further bury him or end his suffering. This only served to really piss him off. So I grabbed a giant rusty rapier and tossed it down the hole hoping it'd spear him like a pig from head to asshole. I missed. It struck the ground sending up blue sparks. The prisoner struck the sword against the floor again and was able to build an eerie blue fire. He floated up on the rising hot air through the hole where he thanked me for providing the key to his release. My reward was leaping to a new world.

This was one of those skyscrapers which frequently appear in my dreams. Not as much as the ocean but often enough to be a recurring motif or setting. Reckon I never mentioned it before at heptapod.org so I'll give a brief overview.

These dream towers always end up filling me with acrophobic menace. They'd wave and teeter in the wind because they're far taller than the engineers had designed them. Other times I'd be walking around on the ledge battling against the wind gusts and trying not to fall to my death.

Fortunately the dream had absolutely nothing to do with acrophobia. In fact it took a decidedly sexual turn. Now I was in my regular, waking life form and wandering around the building really fucking horny and looking to tear off a good piece of ass. There were girls wandering around who had these bizarre toothy smiley faces painted on their tits, reminiscent of Tillie but far more simple in execution and the faces seemed to be alive.

Some of the girls had double smiley faces, y'know with two mouths. The eyes were wide circles like a Muppet and bobbled around with their breasts. I deemed them to be succubi. The crowd was populated by many girls from waking life and those who only anonymously appear in dreams.

The first person I came across was Siggy. She was sitting in a dark corner watching everything and everyone. She was nearly naked except for a little black thong that wasn't even being used to cover up any parts for modesty's sake. It was pushed aside showing her shaved pussy and her fingers were wet from endlessly playing with herself. Siggy smiled at me when I made eye contact which I took as an invitation to come on over. I got down on my knees straddling her thigh and listening to her heavy breathing. She stuffed her wet fingers in my mouth and I had to take out my cock and start stroking it. That's when she started laughing at me because she thought it was hilarious. Surprisingly she began rubbing my cockhead while whispering the filthiest things in my ear. I told her that I wanted to be inside her but she said not this time. Instead she began licking and sucking at my cockhead. Just before I came she spit out my dick as I started spurt all over her titties. Minutes later she faded into a shadow.

Everything was just so god damned illicit and licentious. Most everyone were already engaged in sexual acts whether they were being mounted by strange men, some of the succubi had strap-ons. A doberman with an obvious boner was trotting around and that was really creepy. Someone I knew from long ago in high school was the pivot of a twelve way girly suck on their tits, fingers, toes, asshole and cunt with double penetration from inanimate objects. Other silhouettes were watching from the corners.

I nearly tripped over raddidge who was face-deep in Devo's snatch. raddidge was oblivious and kept using Devo as a gas mask. Her arms were wrapped around Devo's thighs spreading them and keeping her from scooting away with her buttcheeks. Devo was wrapped up in ropework, the knots making a waffle out of her skin. She kneaded her benefactor's hair, grabbing and tugging because she had already cum and wasn't going to get any rest or relief from the eager cunnilingus. One of the succubi came over and began stuffing raddidge's asshole with a strap-on, riding her hard. As the succubus thrusted her tits bounced and I thought I saw the Tillie mouths open and close. The succubus moved aside when I pushed her on the shoulder as I crawled up behind raddige and started screwing her from behind but not in the behind. I left that for the succubus. We tag-teamed for a bit until raddidge came noisily and flopped over on her back. Devo and the succubus started sucking and playing with her nipples and I resumed my wandering. Nota bene: I was surprised I was able to get it up again so soon and the fact that I was able to keep it up while the succubus took her turns.

Each room was only lit by the lights of the city and traffic far below the 100th floor. One room had six guys who were arguing over the best way to jerk off and they realized if they hooked up a wimpy version of a cattleprod on their peckers and released a shock they'd find their own release. Some were chickenshit and decided they should use a sphygnometer's cuff instead. So all six got really close together like they were posing for a class picture, pumped up the inflatable cuff. In unison three seconds later they tensed and relaxed only to suddenly snap back into rationality, avoid eye contact and wander away from each other. Some dork came downstairs with the cuff complaining about how his dick was too small no matter how much he pumped up the sleeve. It was really gay but trying not to be really gay.

A bald guy who looked remarkably like the nosferatu from the 1922 movie of the same name was wandering through the hallway touching people and making them blink from their current form to a new form. He turned me into one of those succubi. Now I had to run and find someplace to hang out hoping that I would leap and hoping that should I leap then I would end up with my old form or the nosferatu's spell would wear off. At one of my brief hideouts I tried playing with myself to see how it feels when a girl cums. That's when I discovered the faces were just paint and not the embodiment of some malevolent spirit. My succubus tits didn't have nipples or areola. Plus I couldn't find a cunt or cock or anything. I was smooth like a Barbie doll.

My latest hiding place ended up being a room full of different people who were also hiding from the rest of this building. One was a guy in a black trenchcoat, another was a smaller nosferatu of indeterminate gender and the last one was a short, chubby redheaded chick who was buck naked. Her left boob was a B cup and her right boob was a DD cup. Every time she tried to cover her tits or put on some covering out of modesty the area would become very hot burning off the makeshift garment or singeing her hand, arm or whatnot. The carpet was just ashes under her bare ass. They were telling their life stories and I sat down to join and tell them my tale. Fortunately I had faded paper money and beat-up coins to support my wild story of alternate earths and alternate forms.

Turned out that these folks had their own stories similar to mine. Each had been lost in dreams, wandering aimlessly, finding strange new worlds and civilizations only to realize this skyscraper was their final destination. The redhead was impressed with my story, moreso that I actually had proof so invited me to go down on her. I did since it was the neighborly thing to do. She had the cleanest pussy and asshole that I ever went down on.

Par with my dreams, the narrative began degenerating into chaos. One theme seemed to stick out and that was a feeling that everyone would be sent home soon enough to their respective worlds.

That's about when I woke up.