Sure, the Big and Little Dippers are up there, near Orion, but also a few that I created. For example, three stars slightly spread out with a fourth star jutting out to the left forms Orion's Crossbow. After I finished the sky, I continued with the land. On the street I tossed lampposts, benches, and a few wastebaskets. On the still white space on either side of the street I put grass, a lake here, a copse of trees there, until all the white space had been filled, and I was surrounded by a very real Dreamscape. To add a finishing touch, I turned toward the warehouse and stretched it, so it was three stories high instead of two. Smiling to myself, I clothed myself in a pair of Vans, no socks, loose-fitting blue jeans, a slightly loose white T-shirt that said Dubonet on the back, a black bowling shirt with the number 13 tattooed largely on the back, and a black hat that said evil. on the front. This done, I turned my hat so I was wearing it backwards with a slight mental twist. I learned that little trick from The Matrix, in that scene where the little bald kid said that it's not the spoon that moves, but your mind.
Allowing myself another smile, I formed a coke in front of me, grabbed it, popped the top, took a sip, and stepped inside the warehouse. Immediately I was greeted by the site of the afore-mentioned beautiful people (some from my real life, some made up out of bits of various female pop stars) waving to me from all over the dance floor and sitting area. Still smiling, I waved back at all of them, calling some by there real names in my real life, making up names for others, that they of course accepted. Walking over to the sitting area, I sat down on a couch (black) next to a gorgeous redhead who was strikingly similar in looks as to a girl I'd been trying to get the attention of for quite some time, with no luck.
I said hi to the girl, after mentally naming her Erica, and she said hi back. As we started chatting, she started moving closer to me (most likely due to my mind screaming at me "You're an idiot! She's right there, and she's willing to do anything you want to do!"). Soon enough she was on my lap, during which all small talk had come to an end, and I was just staring into her eyes. Finally my mind twitched, and she bent her head forward and kissed me on the lips. As my seven inch cock came to life in my well chosen loose-fitting jeans, Erica's tight leather pants suddenly turned into a short, cheerleader-uniform type skirt, her long sleeved blouse turned into a short sleeved, low cut, very tight white shirt, and her bra turned into, well nothing.
Erica turned so that she was now straddling my crotch, and brought her 38 C's right up to my face. I couldn't stand it anymore. I lowered my hands from her face to the bottom of her shirt and lifted up. As soon as the shirt fell from my hands, it disappeared into the recesses of my mind, and my cock took over. My hands fell all over her breasts as my mind reeled.
