The Girl In My Dreams
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Half Dreams
by Kelley Rigney
I realize that the following scenarios may be out of place in
Fictionmania, but I do believe there might be someone who will
appreciate this work. If on occasion you have ever been wisped
away by your imagination but for only a few seconds or minutes
and cherished those incremental sketches of wishful thinking I do
believe you might find these interesting.
I've never seen anybody write about their "half" dreams as I call
them. What I am talking about are the dreams a person
experiences if only for a minute period of time and wishing they
would come true. Or maybe the wishful thinking our minds go
through prior to sleep hoping the thought would make their way
into the dreams of deep sleep. Maybe some of the stories on this
site have developed from such a type of dreaming.
When I was in high school I used to think of things I wish would
happen for me. These never developed into stories on paper or
were ever finished in my mind. Some of them I carried out, but
even at that, they were never enough to satisfy "the urge" we all
so frequently desire to fulfill.
Nightly fiction dreams, #1
While lying in bed at night I would often close my eyes and
"half-dream" until I would fall asleep. I spent several nights
coming up with different ideas. One that I remember well was the
magical house in the woods. It was a place my friend Josh and I
found while out lurking in the woods. When we would enter the
mysterious house we would magically develop bodies of women. If
we exited the back door we remained as women and were able to go
out into town as the fairest of sexes. We were able to return to
our male bodies after returning to the home and exiting through
the front door. In the house was every piece of female clothing
you would want. I particularly went straight for the
cheerleading closet. That's right! I had a closet for
everything and every color available for a cheerleader. That was
a special room for me, but it wasn't the only one. At one time I
turned my light on and drew out a floor plan to the house and
labeled each room.
Nightly fiction dreams, #2
Several of my nightly "half-dreams" occurred as being the mascot
of the school at athletic functions. The catch was that I got to
ride with the cheerleaders. They would dress me up as a
cheerleader on the bus trips or I would dream that they dared me
to walk into the restaurant we would stop at and I would be
wearing their clothes. Often I would dream that they talked me
into a "girls' night out" and went with them everywhere as a
girl.
Bus trips, #1
I used to take a lot of trips with groups and family members.
Friends always teased me about sleeping every time I got into a
vehicle, but truthfully I was shutting my eyes in the hope that
some prankster would be fooled into believing I was asleep. There
were times while traveling that I would pretend to sleep leaving
my hands in plain view. Maybe somebody would paint my
fingernails! That never happened. However, there was one time
on a long trip with a church group that some girls tied my shoes
together and then put makeup on me. I still remember that night!
It was so hard to stay still and pretend to be asleep during the
entire time. The girls put eye shadow, lipstick and blush on me.
They did a horrible job, but it WAS a "half-dream" come full
course.
Bus trips, #2
Another time while on a trip I noticed a pair of girl's tennis
shoes on the bus floor. They were Wendy's, a good friend. We
were told we would be stopping in an hour. I had to put on those
shoes! I went off into my "sleep" and dreamed that somebody had
hidden my shoes as a prank and I had to borrow somebody's so I
could go to the bathroom. Namely Wendy's tennis shoes! Wendy
was the one sitting next to me. When she walked up to the front
of the bus, I hid my shoes. When we stopped I "woke up" and lo
and behold, my shoes were missing. What could I do? "Wendy, can
I borrow yours?" That really happened. Another "half-dream" in
full course. I got to walk into a gas station and go to the
bathroom wearing Wendy's shoes! I remember what they looked like
too. They were a pair of white canvas Tretorn shoes that had a
pink multicolored plaid Tretorn logo embroidered on the sides.
They would have been very comfortable if they would have fit. I
had to give them up when Wendy found my shoes, but I had had my
fix.
The Cleaners, #1
In case you haven't noticed, I have a liking for two things:
Cheerleading uniforms and shoes. The cheerleading uniform liking
comes from working in a dry cleaners. I used to work at a dry
cleaners taking in clothes after school and then I would be
responsible for locking up. I would dream endlessly about
closing time when I would lock up and try on whatever my heart
desired. Dresses, skirts, pant suits, jumpers, blouses, or
whatever came through that afternoon I would make a mental note
to pull it out of the hampers to try on. Sometimes I would only
find one or two items I really liked, but at other times, I tried
on armloads of clothes. Sometimes I would even carefully pull
clothes off the rack, but that was risky and I will tell you why
in the next "cleaners".
The Cleaners, #2
My dreaming at the cleaners got the better of me once. Like the
above mentioned, dreaming about the clothes that came in led to
my staying after work to try on clothes. The months of September
and December were usually my favorite times of the year. Those
were the months when the school's athletic department would pay
to have the cheerleader uniforms dry cleaned. Oh JOY! I would
put on uniform after uniform, jump up and down, and walk around
the back of the cleaners. Only a few were able to fit me, but I
knew by the girls' sizes which ones to retrieve. I tried to
figure up how many uniforms I had tried on by the time I
graduated high school and came to over 15. Some were one piece,
other two. Some were for cool weather and others for hot. I
almost got myself in trouble one time when I found out that I had
missed a cheerleading uniform come through. I found it on the
rack as I was looking for a customer's clothes. That afternoon
after closing, I slipped the uniform off the hangers, making sure
I would put it back on the same way. I put the uniform on and
did as usual. However, when I looked at myself in the mirror I
noticed a white stain on the shell. My powdered deodorant had
stained the uniform under the arms! I panicked. For the next
thirty minutes, I was standing in the back of the cleaners
scrubbing the stains without a shirt on and still wearing the
skirt. I finally got the stuff off when I came to my senses,
allowed the material under the arms to dry, and then merely
dusted off the powder.
I might share some more in the future if some request it in the
reviews. I didn't want to write too many more of these and waste
my time if whoever read these felt they were a waste of their
time. I do hope some of you can relate.
Cheers!
Kelley Rigney
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