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Ballerina Dreamer
Emily held the cushion tight to her chest and giggled uncontrollably at
her friend's funny story. She was sat alongside Amanda, who was telling
the story, with Amy and Gabrielle opposite. It was a sleepover, the girls
were in their pyjamas underneath a large blanket which they shared
between them. There was a bowl of popcorn on the floor beside them, as
well as some fashion magazines and items of make-up, which they had been
practicing with earlier.
"Ok Emily, it's your turn!" Amanda turned to Emily, her long brunette
hair tied neatly back in a ponytail. "Truth or Dare?!"
"Errr Truth..." Emily was a little unsure. She seemed shy and a bit
nervous.
"Which boy at school do you like?!" Amy blurted out. "And you can't say
no one, you have to tell us!"
The girls giggled, anticipating Emily's answer. Emily blushed. Who did
she like? Her mind drew a blank. She couldn't think of any boys from
school. No one came to mind at all. Her friends demanded an answer...
"Oh erm...." Emily began to panic, she had no answer. She needed saving.
And then she was.
Edward woke up suddenly. It was morning and he had slept right through
the night, which was quite rare for him. It took him a few moments to
process what had just happened. It had gone 9am, which was fine for a
Saturday, but he knew he should get up. His head was still spinning as he
went downstairs for breakfast.
Edward was a typical 15 year old boy. He loved his sports, had a handful
of close friends and was on course for some excellent grades at school.
He lived with his parents, although his Father was often away for long
periods with his work. He was close to his Mother and she always knew
when something was on his mind, such as this morning.
"What's up honey?" Edward's Mom sat down beside him at the table, having
served him up a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice.
"I'm fine. Just had a really weird dream, that's all" Edward took his
first spoonful of his cereal, although strangely for him at this time of
day, he wasn't all that hungry.
"Oh right, ok" Edward's Mom was curious, she dug a little deeper. "What
happened in the dream?"
"I dreamt I was a girl! I had friends; we were at a sleepover or
something. It felt so real"
Edward's Mom couldn't help but giggle. "Well I wasn't expecting that!
That's brilliant!" She smiled. "Did you have a name?"
"Emily" Edward muttered.
"Emily? That's a nice name! Infact, I seem to remember Emily was on our
shortlist for what we were going to call you, if you had been born a
girl!"
"Yeah?" Edward began to blush. He had started to regret telling his Mom
the details of the dream.
"Hope you didn't kiss any boys in your dream, Emily!" She teased.
"Mom..." Edward didn't approve of the last comment so returned to his
breakfast. The conversation was closed in his eyes and he moved on.
Sensing her son had become uncomfortable with her line of questioning,
she moved on. "What are your plans today, do you have soccer?"
"No, that's tomorrow. I'm going to go hang out with Andy, listen to
music, play computer games, maybe go into town to look round the shops
with him."
"Ok, well don't be late back. It would be nice to have you here for
dinner." She smiled at her son and watched as he quickly finished his
breakfast. Soon after, he had disappeared back upstairs, leaving her to
tidy away the dishes. She had no plans for the day herself so settled
down on the couch with a cup of coffee and a magazine.
Emily was in a large room by herself. It was like a school gymnasium, but
with mirrors all across one entire wall. She caught a glimpse of herself;
she was dressed as a ballerina. She was wearing a beautiful baby pink
tutu with white tights and ballet pumps. Her hair was tied back, tight in
a bun. She took a few steps closer to the mirror. She was light on her
feet, she felt like she could break into dance at any moment.
"Emily, concentrate!" Came the sound of a voice from behind her.
Emily looked round to see a woman walking towards her. She must have been
in her early 50s, greying hair, also tied into a bun; but she still had a
very good figure. She was wearing black leggings, also with pink ballet
pumps. She was presumably the dance teacher.
"We have a lot of work to do, only three weeks until the big performance.
Go back to your starting position, I'll rest the music!"
Emily made her way back to her starting point, a large black 'X' in the
middle of the floor. She took another look at herself in the mirror. She
looked so delicate, so feminine, so beautiful. Suddenly the music started
(the theme to 'The Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy') and Emily began to
dance.
Edward woke up suddenly.
"Oh my God..." he muttered to himself.
It was Sunday so he knew he couldn't stay in bed too long as he had the
Soccer match in a couple of hours. He heard his Mom shouting, so he threw
on a robe and went down for breakfast.
"Morning!" His Mom was chirpy as usual.
"Morning" Edward replied, without the same enthusiasm as his Mother.
"How are you? Did you have any more dreams?"
Edward knew he couldn't lie to his Mom, she had a skill of knowing when
he was hiding something from her, so he thought it best just to say it.
"Yes, I had another dream."
"And? What happened this time?" She sat down in her usual space at the
table, and waited patiently for this morning's explanation.
"I was Emily again." Edward paused. "I was a ballerina, at ballet
practice. I was really good!"
"Ballet? Wow. Impressive!" Edward's Mom smiled. "I wonder where these
dreams have come from. Two nights in a row, must be something which has
set this off."
"Dreams are just random though. I think it's just a coincidence. I'll
move on to something else tonight probably." Edward didn't sound too
convincing in his reply, but he believed in what he was saying.
"Unless..." His Mom had a smirk on her face.
"Unless what?" Edward was curious to know what she was thinking.
"Well when I was a little girl, my Mother used to say that if you had the
same dream three nights in a row, it would come true!"
"That's obviously not true...." Edward wasn't impressed.
"How do you know?" She giggled.
"Well did your dreams ever come true?!"
"I never got past two nights in a row!!"
Standing up from the table, Edward's Mom left him to finish his
breakfast. She returned briefly to remind him about his Soccer match
later, but he was still deep in thought.
Edward's team lost the soccer match, and he was picked out by his coach
as having had a particularly bad game, much to his embarrassment in front
of his team mates.
"You just weren't with it today Ed, were you? Something bothering you?"
"No. Sorry coach. It won't happen again." Edward replied quietly. He
couldn't wait to get home.
When home, Edward didn't say much for the rest of the day. His Mom tried
to cheer him up, but his mind was on other things. It wasn't just the
soccer match, but what had come before it. Why had he been dreaming of
being a girl? Was it really just a random coincidence, or was there
something more to it. And what would happen if he dreamed it again
tonight? Would it really come true? Surely not.
Tomorrow was Monday which meant back to school. Edward went to bed
slightly earlier than usual, hopeful that good sleep would clear his
head. It took a little while to drift off, he still had a lot on in his
mind, but when he did finally manage it, he found himself in a deep
sleep. Nothing other than his alarm, or perhaps his Mom shouting, was
going to wake him up.
Emily awoke to the sound of her alarm. Beep, beep, beep. It was quite
annoying, but it did the job. She jumped up out of bed and quickly ran a
brush through her hair, throwing on a robe before heading to the
bathroom. Throwing some water onto her face to freshen up, she then went
down stairs to go have breakfast. Her bedroom was pink; each wall covered
by posters of pop stars and hunky celebrity men. Her pyjamas were pink
and spotty, only her robe broke the trend as it was a lilac purple.
"Morning honey!" Emily's Mom was chirpy as usual.
"Morning!" Emily smiled.
"How are you? Did you sleep well?" Her Mom poured a glass of orange juice
and sat down in her usual seat at the table.
"I did sleep well, right through. I didn't wake up until my alarm went
off" Emily took a sip of her drink.
"Did you have any dreams?" Her Mom asked, curiously.
"Erm... no. I don't think so..."
"Good! That's probably for the best" Her Mom looked surprisingly pleased.
"Why do you say that?"
"Well considering the dreams you had the past two nights, wouldn't want
you having the same dream for the third night running, you know what they
say!"
"What dreams?!" Emily looked puzzled.
"You told me you had dreamt the same thing the past two nights. That you
were a boy called Edward..."
Then the phone rang and Emily's Mom left the table, leaving Emily alone.
Very soon the realisation of what had happened began to sink in. She sat
still and in silence for several minutes, unable to finish her breakfast.
Everything was the same as before; the house, her Mother, what she had
laid out infront of her to eat for breakfast; but she had changed.
Edward's third dream had come true. He hadn't dreamt of waking up as
Emily, he really had woken up as Emily.
"Oh are you not hungry?" Emily's Mom came back into the room. "That was
your Father, he's coming home tonight. That's good news, isn't it?"
Emily didn't reply.
"Come on, you don't want to be late for school. And don't forget you have
practice tonight. Give me a call when you need picking up, ok?"
What kind of practice? Emily thought to herself as she stood up from the
table and headed back up to her room. Then it dawned on her, everything
began to make sense. Running back up the final few steps, she flung open
the doors to her impressive white closet. Sandwiched between a row of
beautiful dresses and other clothes, was her baby pink tutu and ballet
shoes, the same as from Edward's dream. Emily sat down on the corner of
her bed, her head in her hands. She began to cry.
A short while later, Emily went to school and met up with her friends
Amanda, Amy and Gabrielle. She was a popular girl and had plenty of
attention from the boys. At lunchtime, her friends asked her again which
boy she liked; after a little more stalling and deliberation, she gave
them the first name which came into her head, Edward's best friend Andy.
After school she went to ballet practice and danced to 'The Dance of the
Sugar Plum Fairy' once more. This was a world away from soccer practise,
but she had clearly been given a talent for ballet and so decided it
wasn't something she wanted to let slip.
Edward didn't exist anymore of course, apart from in Emily's mind. Her
memories of him slowly faded however, the same way a person forgets the
dreams they've had over time. Emily grew up to be a beautiful and
talented woman. She enjoyed a successful ballet career before retiring in
her early 30s to start a family with her husband, Toby.
Emily and Toby had two children, a boy and a girl. Whenever they came to
her to talk about their dreams, she was sure to pass on the warning her
own Mother had passed on to her. 'If you dream the same dream three
nights in a row, it might just come true!' They didn't believe her of
course.
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