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Authors: Cody Goodfellow, Silvia Moreno-Garcia, Jennifer Brozek, Ahimsa Kerp, Carrie Cuinn, Gabrielle Harbowy, Don Pizarro, Madison Woods, Richard Baron, Juan Miguel Marin, Maria Mitchell, Mae Empson, Nathan Crowder, KV Taylor, Andrew Scearce, Constella Espj, Leon J. West, Travis King, Steven J. Searce, Clint Collins, Matthew Marovich, Gary Mark Bernstein, Kirsten Brown, Kenneth Hite, Justin Everett
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as my own.
She kneels and kisses my stomach. She does it so slowly than when her lips go further down, the intensity of the heat energy makes me explode, vaporizing stranger, pool, waterfall and the rest of the dream realm.
****
Sunlight comes through the window’s glass. Morning, but, what day? Sunday? Monday? I’ll just call the physics department and say I’m sick. I have lots of mail to read. Picking up a stack on unopened envelopes I see a letter from America, from Haverhill, Massachusetts. A message from Mr. Walter Gilman.
Herr Gilman, a student planning to attend Miskatonic University in the fall, recently “discovered the scientific discovery of the century.” He found out about some “unusual circumstances that had more or less suddenly given a mediocre old woman from the Seventeenth Century an insight into mathematical depths perhaps beyond the utmost modern delvings of Planck, Heisenberg, Einstein, and De Sitter.” He moved to the Arkham, MA house where the unusual circumstances occurred. He now sleeps in the same room the woman once occupied until arrested. The charge? Witchcraft!
Gilman’s change of address gave him the witch’s intuitive knack to solve Riemannian equations. And right here on the back he scribbled some equations. Yes, those are mine. He copied them, and their solutions, from my On The Foundations of Geometry .
Why do cranks keep sending me their theories? Another letter tossed into the wastebasket, with the other raving lunatics.
****
Moonlight comes through the window’s glass. Night, but can’t sleep. I feel guilty for having dismissed the young American student so quickly. What if he is the next Einstein? I myself have often entertained wild speculations about the ultimate reality of the cosmos. True, I lack the courage to publish my meta-mathematical writings, at least not until I get tenure. The few close friends who have read them pat me on the back, and at the most congratulate me on my originality. They then suggest I submit them to the American pulp magazine, Weird Tales . Why do those who accept my mathematics as a potential work of genius, nevertheless dismiss my natural philosophy? I have no idea.
Falling asleep.
Another lucid dream. This time two beautiful creatures, so alike they could be twins, brother and sister. Giggling, the girl stands in front of me. The boy stands behind me. Although, something’s different. Have they matured since last dream? The girl who looked like barely into her teenage years now has matured into a voluptuous woman. No longer with flat chest but beautiful large breasts covered in droplets of cold water that make her pink nipples erect. I quickly turn towards the beautiful boy, or rather, handsome man, who now towers over me. His air of innocence gone, his delicate features, once mimicking a girl’s, have now become the chiseled features of a stunning man.
As I stare at his muscled arms, he presses forcefully his hands against my hips and turns me around, pushing my shoulders so that I fall on my knees. I would have complained had I not being too distracted by the bouncing breasts that were now staring me in the face, begging to be kissed. While I lick the woman’s nipples, her brother kneels behind me. He slides one arm around my chest, and softly presses his lips against my neck. His kiss electrifies me. I imagine I would have felt the same had I been bitten by an electric eel! I lose myself in the midst of so much erotic pleasure, falling into such stupor that I lose my balance. The boy’s arms grab me. While he holds me, his sister starts kissing my neck, next my nipples and then my stomach, further moving down without stopping. Her brother moves in to join in again. I fought against having an orgasm and waking up before I could feel both of their lips on me. No luck. As I erupt into an orgasm, the waterfall erupts into a geyser, leaving me covered in salty sweat, uncomfortably wet, and, unfortunately,
She kneels and kisses my stomach. She does it so slowly than when her lips go further down, the intensity of the heat energy makes me explode, vaporizing stranger, pool, waterfall and the rest of the dream realm.
****
Sunlight comes through the window’s glass. Morning, but, what day? Sunday? Monday? I’ll just call the physics department and say I’m sick. I have lots of mail to read. Picking up a stack on unopened envelopes I see a letter from America, from Haverhill, Massachusetts. A message from Mr. Walter Gilman.
Herr Gilman, a student planning to attend Miskatonic University in the fall, recently “discovered the scientific discovery of the century.” He found out about some “unusual circumstances that had more or less suddenly given a mediocre old woman from the Seventeenth Century an insight into mathematical depths perhaps beyond the utmost modern delvings of Planck, Heisenberg, Einstein, and De Sitter.” He moved to the Arkham, MA house where the unusual circumstances occurred. He now sleeps in the same room the woman once occupied until arrested. The charge? Witchcraft!
Gilman’s change of address gave him the witch’s intuitive knack to solve Riemannian equations. And right here on the back he scribbled some equations. Yes, those are mine. He copied them, and their solutions, from my On The Foundations of Geometry .
Why do cranks keep sending me their theories? Another letter tossed into the wastebasket, with the other raving lunatics.
****
Moonlight comes through the window’s glass. Night, but can’t sleep. I feel guilty for having dismissed the young American student so quickly. What if he is the next Einstein? I myself have often entertained wild speculations about the ultimate reality of the cosmos. True, I lack the courage to publish my meta-mathematical writings, at least not until I get tenure. The few close friends who have read them pat me on the back, and at the most congratulate me on my originality. They then suggest I submit them to the American pulp magazine, Weird Tales . Why do those who accept my mathematics as a potential work of genius, nevertheless dismiss my natural philosophy? I have no idea.
Falling asleep.
Another lucid dream. This time two beautiful creatures, so alike they could be twins, brother and sister. Giggling, the girl stands in front of me. The boy stands behind me. Although, something’s different. Have they matured since last dream? The girl who looked like barely into her teenage years now has matured into a voluptuous woman. No longer with flat chest but beautiful large breasts covered in droplets of cold water that make her pink nipples erect. I quickly turn towards the beautiful boy, or rather, handsome man, who now towers over me. His air of innocence gone, his delicate features, once mimicking a girl’s, have now become the chiseled features of a stunning man.
As I stare at his muscled arms, he presses forcefully his hands against my hips and turns me around, pushing my shoulders so that I fall on my knees. I would have complained had I not being too distracted by the bouncing breasts that were now staring me in the face, begging to be kissed. While I lick the woman’s nipples, her brother kneels behind me. He slides one arm around my chest, and softly presses his lips against my neck. His kiss electrifies me. I imagine I would have felt the same had I been bitten by an electric eel! I lose myself in the midst of so much erotic pleasure, falling into such stupor that I lose my balance. The boy’s arms grab me. While he holds me, his sister starts kissing my neck, next my nipples and then my stomach, further moving down without stopping. Her brother moves in to join in again. I fought against having an orgasm and waking up before I could feel both of their lips on me. No luck. As I erupt into an orgasm, the waterfall erupts into a geyser, leaving me covered in salty sweat, uncomfortably wet, and, unfortunately,
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