Her dreams would soon become warm memories of some of her favorite encounters; visions of lust, rising to cloud her mind and overwhelm her dreams. That familiar itch, building between ehr legs... but this time, it seemed to be being met, without waking her, the heat and warmth of a partner, in her dreams, pressed up against her back, hot breath on her neck, hand on her breast, between her legs, pressed against her. It was delicious and almost... intoxicating, moreso than almost any dream that she can remember.<br/><br/>(Awareness 4, again, to get the feeling that something is wrong.)