The wind blew and Jack closed his eyes.  He felt the grass under him.  Heard the birds around him.  Smelled the beautiful mixture of wildflowers mixed with the incense and burning grass in his joint.  The taste of his last toke was till wrapped around his tongue.  The clearing was perfect.  When he opened his eyes he could see up into the sky.  It felt so close up in the mountains.<br/>He heard a giggle and drew his lips back into a large smile.  She was dancing.  He loved to watch her dance.  He sat up and pulled the djembe from beside him and began playing.  Her step was bright and whimsical and he played a beat to match.  Her steps seemed guided by the tones coming from his drum but he knew that what he played was a reflection of her beauty and how she displayed it.<br/>Her sundress danced its own dance around her.  Exemplifying her every move.  Her breasts bounced about as her red hair would twirl around from shoulder to shoulder.  She drew nearer and nearer to him.  Twisting and gyrating happily within feet of him.<br/>Suddenly, he could see the car behind her before his eyes locked with hers.  She knelt down in front of him and in slow motion reached for his face. Her green eyes twinkled with the sunlight before closing and drawing near for a kiss.  The car was approaching quickly but he closed his eyes in anticipation of the kiss.  He felt his lips tingle for a moment before he felt her breath on his face.  Her scream immediately pierced the air.<br/><br/>"NATALIE!"<br/><br/>He shot up in an instant and felt the bed groan and creak beneath him.  As he lifted his arms he felt a familiar gravitational pull.  He was half rock.  He laid back down but forgot his weight and suddenly met the bed with force.  The floor mad a loud thump as he hit the pillows once again.<br/>This was the most vivid dream yet.  They had gotten more and more regular and real in New York.  He hated this city enough as it was, but this little easter egg was almost more than he could handle.  He looked over at the clock to see it was mid morning.  He closed his eyes and began mentally disassembling and reassembling a rotary engine.  Once it was back together, he resumed full human form.<br/>Jack threw his legs over the side of the bed and stood.  He started his coffee and got dressed in his jeans and a plain blue shirt.  He grabbed his ice bucket and followed the hall to the ice machine and deposited a few seconds worth of the automated machines ice in it.  Walking back to his room, he was suddenly perplexed by the appearance of a man in a tuxedo, waiting outside the door of the room across from his, holding a silver tray with what appeared to be a full dinette set complete with biscuits.  He watched the man enter the room with a bow.  He walked to his door and hesitated as he heard the sound of a woman's voice from the other side of the door across the hall.<br/>"Is this some kind of royalty?  Maybe he's a hooker." He thought to himself as curiosity got the better of him.  He set his ice down and leaned toward the door to have a listen and answer some of his own questions.