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Dreams
by Grumpy (address withheld)

***

Alien conception. A Story of conception and the child's 
development. (MF, sci-fi, preg)

***

"Did you make love to me last night?"

"No, why?"

"I had a strange dream that you were making love to me 
and when I woke this morning, I was wet and so was the 
bed."

"Well the next time, wake me up and I'll make sure you 
get some real loving."

"I don't think I could have, I seemed to be in a trance 
without any control over what was happening. The dream 
started with you already in me but it was different, 
you weren't moving and there seemed to be something in 
my uterus that was searching for my tubes. Whatever it 
was, it caused me to come when it withdrew and after I 
came you were no longer in me."

"I don't know what to say dear, it doesn't sound like a 
nightmare but it is weird."

The next morning I awoke early and being a morning 
person, decided to wake Sandy for some early morning 
love.

Sandy seemed to be in a trance, as I couldn't wake her 
with my caresses and kisses. I quickly slipped my hand 
between her legs and found her very wet. Flipping back 
the sheets and turning on the bedside light, it was 
obvious that she had come hard shortly before I woke. I 
spread her legs and her vulva. Her vagina was gaping 
open and her cum was still running from her.

It was thirty minutes before she woke to find me 
sitting beside her on the bed staring at her.

"Another dream?"

"I think so, it was just as weird as the first dream, 
Honey I'm scared."

"Maybe you should make a doctors appointment."

"She would just laugh at me and tell me to see a 
shrink."

"If it happens again, I'll make an appointment for 
you."

That evening was pleasant with dreams forgotten and 
both of us in a loving mood, when our flirting with 
each other reached a point of no return, we found 
ourselves in bed for some serious lovemaking. We both 
were working on the foreplay when suddenly we stopped, 
being too drowsy to continue.

We woke simultaneously the following morning and after 
a pause I tentatively asked .

"Another dream?"

"Yes, the same as the others, you, or something, in me 
with a, uh, tentacle searching my uterus followed by a 
withdrawal and an orgasm. It felt as if it had left my 
uterus full of something."

We flipped the sheets off and sat there staring at the 
bed. Sandy was sitting in a large wet spot and I was 
staring at my side where it was obvious I had also come 
with dried semen on the sheets and my legs and belly.

"Did you have a dream."

"Yes , I dreamed there was something entering my penis 
and weaving it way through my urethra and into my 
prostate, I dreamed I was ejaculating but nothing was 
coming out, it was like I was plugged up. When the 
thing withdrew, there was a flood of semen that poured 
out."

"I think I'll make that appointment, I starting to 
become frightened."

When I arrived home that evening the first question I 
asked after greeting Sandy was about an appointment.

"I couldn't get an appointment until a week from 
Thursday."

"If we have weird dreams again, call and insist upon an 
earlier appointment."

The evening was solemn and we went to bed apprehensive 
of the night.

"Hold me sweetheart. Just hold me."

We woke the next morning refreshed and without any 
memory of dreams, both Sandy and I reached between her 
legs to find her dry and then we looked at mef and 
found the usual morning erection. Everything seemed to 
be normal.

Things returned to normal and dreams were forgotten.

On Thursday next, Sandy was waiting for me when I got 
home, she seemed to have a twinkle in her eye, like she 
had a secret to share but was waiting for the right 
moment.

"Okay, what's the news you want to share."

"I had my appointment today with the ob/gyn, based upon 
the urine sample, she thinks I'm pregnant."

"Haven't you be taking your pills?"

"I told her it was impossible but she insist I must 
have forgotten to take a pill or the pills had been 
ineffective, she said sometimes the pills are not 100 
percent effective. I thought you would be happy for 
us."

"I'm in shock but as soon as it wears off, I'm sure I 
will be as happy as you. I love you very

much and I'm sure we can adjust our schedule"

"Take me to bed right now... I want to celebrate."

"What did she say about the dreams?"

"Well, I can see you aren't ready for a celebration. I 
didn't even mention the dreams, I completely forgot 
when she came in with the news that I was probably 
pregnant."

"She did do a complete exam and did casually mention 
that my cervix seemed slightly more reddish than a 
normal cervix. I've another appointment next week when 
the urine test will be more reliable."

Christine was born without complications of any sort 
nine months later following a very normal pregnancy.

The first morning after Sandy and Christine came home 
from the hospital, we awoke with a start and rushed 
into the nursery fearing the worst as Christine had not 
woke us during the night.

Christine was lying in her crib quietly staring at the 
mobile hanging over the crib.

When Sandy picked her up and put her to breast she 
quietly suckled until she was full.

Christine development seemed to be normal except for 
the sleeping through the night. When Sandy mentioned it 
to the pediatrician, he laughed and said everyone 
should be so lucky.

By age two, Christine was talking using correct grammar 
and with a vocabulary of a five year old. By age three, 
she was reading children stories. By age five she was 
more proficient than either Sandy or I at writing and 
reading comprehensive.

Christine's choice of reading material was astounding, 
she read all the time going through every non-fiction 
book available.

She was always writing but when we looked at the 
papers, we saw what looked like abstract markings. When 
we asked her to write something for us, it was in 
perfect English.

We made an appointment with a child psychologist to 
have her tested. The doctor assured us she was a normal 
child. When we told about the books she had read and 
showed him some of her writing, he accused us of trying 
to pull some scam. Christine was a normal child, it was 
us he was becoming concerned about.

**

On the way home we asked Christine about the test and 
she quietly responded that the they didn't know how to 
conduct a test.

School years with Christine were normal, each teacher 
assuring us that Christine, while the brightest student 
in their class, was normal in every respect. We should 
probably work on developing her social skills so that 
she would interact with the other children in a more 
open manner.

The first break came in the seventh grade when an 
arrogant teacher gave her a grade of less than perfect 
on an essay on intelligence in the human species. 
Christine wrote 90 some pages in rebuttal and quietly 
delivered the paper to the teacher. The teacher gave 
the paper back to her with the snide remark that he 
didn't have time for fantasy. She immediately went to 
the principal whom listened patiently and then reviewed 
her work.

The next week we received a call from the principal 
asking to meet with us.

The principal explained that she had not understood 
Christine's essay or her rebuttal but had forwarded it 
to a professor she knew. The professor was very excited 
about the work and wanted to meet with Christine. 
Christine quietly and politely declined with the 
comment that her rebuttal contained all the necessary 
references and she was too busy to become further 
involved.

The professor called the next day and explained that 
the paper was the most provocative work on intelligence 
testing he had every encountered. Christine again 
refused saying the paper contained enough references to 
allow them to solve the problem.

The calls from various universities became so numerous 
that we had to get an unlisted number.

Shortly after the incident, I brought the latest 
prototype 64 bit multi-processor computer home from 
work so that I could continue the development at home. 
When Christine saw the computer she asked if she could 
use it (she had never shown an interest in computers 
before). After only a few minutes of use I heard her 
say to herself, "finally some technology to work 
with.".

The next day when I came home after work, I found the 
computer to be even faster in processing than I had 
imagined possible, it had attained levels of processing 
that we had only dreamed about. I asked Christine if 
she had done anything to the computer, she hesitated 
and then replied.

"It was too slow for what I wanted to do so I made some 
changes to the operating system and the bios, I'm sorry 
if I caused problems and I can change it back."

"How did you access the operating system, that is the 
most protected operating system ever."

"There was a hardware configuration that allowed 
access, I disassembled the operating system, rewrote 
and reassembled. I also fixed the hardware 
configuration."

"Can you give me a copy of the changes?"

"Dad, I screwed up with the paper on intelligence 
testing, I think it is time for me to have a discussion 
with you and mom." 

It wasn't as discussion as it was a declaration. 
Christine said that she loved us as much as she could 
understand love but it was time for her to leave. She 
would miss us but it was necessary that she go 
otherwise she would not be able to complete her work.

"Go where?"

She didn't answer.

With increasing anxiety and concern we told her she 
wasn't going anywhere, she was our daughter and she 
would be staying with us until she left for college.

"Okay." 

"Dad can I show you something?"

In a daze I nodded and followed her into the study. 

She walked over to the desk and said quietly "A4, 
unlock, access dad all."

The computer sprang to life.

"You have voice recognition on my computer?"

"Yes, please be patient for a few more minutes."

She then continued with the computer.

"Transmit appropriate, U C Berkeley, physics, 
astronomy, cosmology , mathematics, psychology, 
medicine and language only, transmit Dad, software 
engineering, AI, delete references A4."

"Christine, what did you just do - tell me".

" I sent my work to the appropriate departments at 
Berkeley, they will not know where it came from but 
they will recognize the value. I've unlocked my work on 
software engineering and on artificial intelligence for 
your use only. There are no references in the work or 
computer that can be traced back to me or you for that 
matter."

"Christine - what is going on."

Christine didn't answer the question but continued on.

"I can no longer access the computer but you will have 
full access to all the work, including the changes to 
the operating system, the computer will recognize only 
your voice and will respond to all queries from you. It 
has limited artificial intelligence and you can 
implement full AI after the next leap in computer 
technology, by the way, the problem of pattern 
recognition has been solved."

Sandy was standing in the doorway with a shocked and 
dazed look on her tear streaked face.

"Christine, are you our child?"

"Yes mom, any test you conduct will show that I am your 
child, but I am not from this world in the sense that 
my conception and development was engineered by others 
and I must go to them if I wish to develop further."

"It was the dreams, wasn't it."

"Yes."

"I must go now, but I will be back, besides, you will 
be busy raising my brother, I love you both."

We woke the next morning with what felt like a 
hangover.

"Did you have the dream again?"

"Yes, did you have a dream about Christine?"

"I don't think that was a dream."

We rushed to Christine's room only to find the bed made 
and the room in it's usual immaculate condition. We 
hugged each other and started to cry.

After a week of tears, we realized that we could not 
explain to anyone why our daughter was missing. Sandy 
called Christine's school to say that she had 
transferred to a different school only to be met with 
silence and then a response.

"Madam, we don't have a record of your daughter ever 
attending this school. Are you sure you have the right 
school?"

"I'm sorry, I must be confused this morning, I'll 
contact the correct school."

A check with county records could not find a birth 
certificate and an inquiry to the pediatrician's office 
showed that Christine was not a patient there.

Our friends never asked about Christine, it was like 
all memory and all records had been erased.

Our friends were happy that Sandy and I are expecting 
our first child.

END?

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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