One Lucky White Boi–Chpt 10–Over the Rainbow–Co

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One Lucky White Boi–Chpt 10–Over the Rainbow–CoOne Lucky White Boi—Chapter 10—Somewhere Over the Rainbow—ConclusionThe day had finally arrived—and I was going home. Dustin had brought me a pair of 501’s, and Converse hi-tops.He said the kicks would do for now—that we would go shopping in a few days for some boots. The doc also said it might take some time to re-learn to walk in them. Still found it hard to believe that I wasn’t a skateboarder, lol. No concrete on a ranch. Wait—Ranch ??We load up into the SUV—also new to me, and head out of town. About 30 minutes later, we turn up a dirt and gravel road. There’s one of those overhead column things—you know, with the sign on top. I yell out at Dustin, who was driving—STOP !!I jump out of the Tahoe, and standing there in front of it, stare at the sign, arced over the two columns. “The Diamond Dawg Ranch”.Tears filled my eyes as I return to the truck and get in. Kelso explains that the docs interpreted from my stories, that apparently my brain took the name of the ranch, and infused it into the football stories as the name of my ‘crew’–the people I trusted the most, and felt secure around. In a twisted interpretation—it was the longing for ‘home’–the ranch. We get to the house, and on entering, I’m totally taken aback. Looked more like a resort, lol. It was huge—all wood—massive beams—giant plate glass windows. And—about a hundred people !The welcome home party ensues, and the cake and ice cream—and beer !!! flowed among the crowd. Actually—I had only ever had a beer in my dreams—so Dustin told me to take it easy, least I be drunk after just a couple. I mingle among the people, chatting with each, and then—I saw him. MAURCIE !!!! “Your alive” !!Maurice comes and gives me a big cowboy hug, and smiling and gleaming just says “ya—it’s me Matthew”. Seems that Maurice was actually a real person in my real life. He didn’t play football either, but he did play basketball, and did pretty good throughout his four years of high school. Suddenly there is a calm in the room, and in walks this tall, rugged looking, definitely—cowboy. “DAD” ???????? picture Sam Elliott here. “Welcome home son”. I ran fethiye escort to my dad, and throwing my arms around him, started sobbing. He gave me a few minutes to get it all out, then told me “cowboy up” Ya, lol, we say that a lot. Everyone is gathered in the great room now, just calmly sitting around. Dustin starts with, “We’re still trying to maybe link the dreams to the three times you actually died on the table Matthew. You think you can remember any traumatic events in the dreams—that maybe would interpret the real world of you dying”? I sit and think for a moment, then taking a swig of my beer, softly respond, “Ya—I think so”.I described that prolly Maurice being killed in the final game of my Senior year in football, that’s prolly when I died in my dreams. Everyone shook their heads agreeing that it sounded logical. The next time—was one night in Dallas when I got beat up—it was pretty bad.Again, they all nod up and down.But the last—and this was the most painful. In the hustling days, I had grown so close to, and loved so much—just like a brother, the twins. In the dreams, when their parents came to Dallas to pick them up, we never heard from them again. It was devastating—and it took me months, in the dreams, to get over it. In a way—I never did. It was like I had lost a piece of myself. After a few moments of near silence, Dustin finally speaks up– “Well, I guess that shit makes sense now”. I look over at my lil bro, and he looks over to mom. Mom gives him a nod, then Dustin stands up and walks over to me. “Take off your shirt, Matthew”. “HUH” ? “Just take it off—it’s ok—you look good” he continued, smiling. Nervously, I did as lil bro asked, and pulled off my shirt. Now—if you been paying close attention, Dustin had managed to keep me away from mirrors this whole time, and I had yet to see my own reflection !“You see Matthew—we aren’t five years apart—in fact, just five minutes” Dumbfounded, and once again confused, I just look at my lil bro, as he too, removes his shirt. Kelso and Patroni are now flanking me, each holding a mirror. “Look in the mirror Matthew”.As I stare into the mirror that Patroni was holding at my back, escort fethiye the tears begin to swell. My heart starts pounding, and my chest and face once again become flush. With a big grin, Dustin turns around, to where I can now see his back. I nearly pass out. Cause right there—on Dustin’s left shoulder, and on my right—were the tats. “Twin one”, and “Twin two”. “We got them when we were 13—mom was pissed—dad thought they were cute, lol. We never told anyone who put them on us—didn’t want them to get into trouble. I begin trembling, and lil bro walks over to me, and embracing me around the shoulder, walks me to the big mirror, hanging on the wall. As I stare into the image of myself, and darting my eyes back and forth at myself and my b r o t h e r , I erupt into a squall like a 10 year old. Turning finally, and facing my b r o t h e r , and grabbing him around the neck, I exclaim, “US ?? You mean—WE’RE THE TWINS ??? WE ARE THE FUCKIN TWINS” ??Everyone in the room now started sobbing. To make it short—it seemed that my brain, in my dreams, had invented the twins as other people. In fact—it was me and Dustin. In science, it’s called ‘projection’. The brain makes you see yourself as others, so you can see the ‘whole picture’. My deep love for my real b r o t h e r, was visualized through the twins. When their parents came to take them away—I was separated from my own, real life twin, and thus died. It was a feeling you couldn’t imagine, unless it was you. Not only had the twins from my dreams been ‘reincarnated’, but were in fact me—and would live happily ever-after. It took nearly an hour for me to stop crying—the emotions were so great. Dad didn’t make me stop, lol, said for me to just get it all out—I think he actually shed a tear himself. Finally the party dissipates, and people begin to go home. Mom serves up a meal that was closest to Thanksgiving than anything else. Later, myself, my twin Dustin, along with dad and Kelso and Patroni, are all outside just chillin on the front porch of the house. The typical tapestry—rocking chairs, huge wooden porch, and the wide Texas sunset in the fore ground. Dad finally announces he was fethiye escort bayan retiring—and us bois could have the next day ‘off work’–not like we were likely to go to bed anyway, lol. After another while, Dustin ask if I’d like to see the bunk house. Seems we got 50 ranch hands, and they were for the most part eager to finally meet me. We hop on some 4 wheelers—and ride over to the bunkhouse. It was about a football field distance from the main house. As we walk in, we’re met with yet more light applause, and some more beer flowing. I walk around with Dustin as he introduces me to everyone, which of course would take me weeks to actually remember them all. After a couple of hours a few of us end up back outside. Mostly the ‘crew chiefs’, along with me and Dustin, and Kelso and Patroni. Softly chatting under the trees, Dustin finally speaks up. “You know, Matthew—in a way, ur kinda the new meat on the ranch”. Puzzled, I look over at my twin, and just reply, “huh”? “New meat Matthew—it’s just the rules, that’s all” adds Patroni. I notice some of the men are rubbing on their bulges, then realized that most of them were shirtless as well. Lot of fucking beef out here. “What rules”? I ask, still puzzled. Kelso, this time speaks up, “You gotta get broke, Matthew”“What ?? what are you guys talking about”?One of the ‘foreman’ now speaks, “Every horse got to be broke, Matthew”. Still confused, I reply, “I ain’t no horse—what the fuck you dudes talking about”?Once again someone says “gotta get broke” Suddenly, Dustin snaps, “Get him”.In moments, there is a rope around my neck, and I’m being dragged over to a pic-nic table that I had not noticed earlier. I guessed now that we were in some kind of break area, just a bit behind the bunkhouse. As Im pushed over the side of the table, two more hands are grasping me, and tying them together. Another two are tying my ankles, spreading my legs at the legs of the table. Someone jerks my jeans down to my thighs, and I feel a heavy creamy substance being rubbed into the crack of my hairy ass. Dustin jumps up on the table, and right in my face, with a big shit-eatin grin, just says “cowboy up” With that, I feel the first slam as someone enters my super tite hole. It hurt like all fucking hell, and squimishing my face, and clenching my fists, all I could think was “ride um cowboy” !!Over the Rainbow rises in the backgroundCurtainHouse Lights

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