I'm sunbathing on the lawn of a college. A tough guy who looks like a bootcamp sergeant comes up and barks "Give that blanket back!" I DID just pick up what I thought was a discarded army blanket, and bring it up here to lie on. Maybe it IS theirs. So I let him have it. He looks familiar. Oh--I saw him earlier leading a group down in the park-valley just north of us; spelunkers?

After he walks away, I find a second item is gone--a navy-blue bag that held all the footgear I own--shoes, slippers, sandals, socks... and a fuzzy hat or two. I DID pick up the seemingly-abandoned bag, but they ARE my shoes, and I need them. Can't tromp miles home barefoot, my soles will get sore.

So I follow his group back down into the valley and ask about the bag.

I'm doubt they're spelunkers, now. They're setting up high-energy equipment--that might be a lasergun. Field artillery not needing ammo!

I think they're mad techs, weapons testers. And maybe a bit dangerous. Got that paramilitary gun-nut feel. Still, I ask.

These guys say "If you want your shoes back, ask her"--point to an intern, a college student in a powered armored conical wheelchair, like a big headless Dalek. She sits in a sort of well that keeps her legs in a nutrient bath--possibly regenerating leg or spinal nerves? Anyway, waist-deep in her own personal spa of greenish solution...

She says "I think that bag is in my trunk"--her mini-tank has a trunk in back. "But it's locked, and hard for me to reach. You open it."

I say "Okay" but she doesn't hand me the key.

"It's a combination lock--a riddle. You have to fill in the gaps in a sentence."

"Okayyyyy..."

She doesn't speak it. She opens her blouse. It's tattooed on her!

On her breasts. Her cute little breasts. She blushes. This isn't routine for her. Yet she can't read it all herself, some's on the underside of her breasts, and anyway she'd see it upside down. So others must have read it before. Then why so shy?

It's not a terribly hard riddle, but I do have to read it several times. Her nipples get hard. Now I'm getting hard. Our eyes lock.

I'm excited, but we both have unfinished business before we can consider sex. She needs to finish her paralysis treatments. And I need to finish my... sole retrieval.

NOTES IN THE MORNING

• Paralysis, heavy vehicle, trunk: My car-battery ran down. My own energy's low, too.
• Must get shoes back: "Sole" retrieval! Awful pun, but makes it clear the energy I've lost is vital--my soul!
• Girl in weird wheelchair/Dalek/spa: Baffling. But very split. Tackle the halves separately...
  1. Top half: Shy, yet written on, and having a key to my soul. But she can't read it herself...
  2. Bottom half: Grounded part? Bare, less inhibited, but may be healing from paralysis.
• Her own tattoo's unreadable to her, upside down: Saw a photo of a girl with an unreadable tat--not upside down, but was the pic flipped right-left by mistake?
• The riddle: Couldn't remember it in morning. Maddening.
• Soul-retrieval first, sex later: My dreams think I'm so drained I couldn't sustain a relationship? Love is lower priority.
• ACTION: Charge my car battery. Oh, and retrieve my stolen soul. Nothing big.

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