i wasn't prone to seductive dreams but in the brief span it took to grow a healthy reproductive system i also managed to develop a highly imaginative subconscious.

i looked forward to my dreams. they were always interesting and abstract. but this night it was a different experience, obscured yet vividly detailed in a colorful sense of the interpretation.

it was both hot and demanding. like i couldn't get enough of this 'other' fictional character that took over without warning.

the images were so intense and surreal that for one second i forgot it was all make-believe.

i wake up dazed and sweaty.

i look down and noticed that i wasn't in my usual set of pajamas. i was still in my bed except i was wearing a see through lace dress. 

i pick at the soft stretchy material of the crop top feeling shocked and displeased. 

i sigh heavily.  

the black lace cut-out symbolized everything i hated in woman's clothing that was skanky and provocative. 

in fact, every second i was in said garment i was trying to find my way out of it.

i slide my fingers down my back in hopes to find an unprotected slit or a noticeable clasp, something that could easily be undone with one hand. 

sadly i couldn't get out of it unless i somehow conjured a double version of myself from out the shadows to relieve me of the dress. 

fed up and aggravated i quit struggling and reluctantly submit to whatever hell that was brewing in between the irrational layers of my so obviously twisted innermost thoughts.

i get up from the mattress to find no Rebecca. 

i wasn't dressed for sleeping and my roommate was not in her bed with a mountain of blankets folded on top of her like a grizzly bear subdued for hibernation. 

i knew it was all a devious conjured up illusion on my part but i had experienced it as if it were happening in real time. 

as if i were walking up a set of very old white marble steps and walking into a beautiful ballroom that i'd only seen in architectural books. there weren't any lights or sounds which made the residual atmosphere bleak, abandoned and obsolete.

even though the large french windows were open exposing me to the icy cold wind i was burning hot. 

the high ceiling with its decorative mural painting and molded plaster work was built to create the indicator shape of a rounded inward like the inside of a bowl.

the architecturally sound pillars had the same spiral leaf pattern that was also meticulously exaggerated on the outward part of the dome.

the surface of the walls were made out of fine glass and magnified the darkness that spread in every direction right back to me tenfold. 

i swallow huge amounts of air. 

this was the darkness that drowned me for fear that i was going to loose someone and all that worry overwhelmed me.

i take a deep breathe and drag my feet closer to the wall of mirrors until i faced it. 

calmly i observed as the image in the mirror changed to that of a parallel duplicate of a girls slim body figure and i watched as i stared right back at myself. 

i had a narrow sized waist and shapely wide hips that resembled an hour glass figure. the sumptuous lace fabric did nice things for my figure. 

i visibly cringe when i see only the most important parts were covered with black flowers. Gah!

i wanted out of it.

keeping my arms still and by my side i let myself admire the charm and attractiveness of the laced two piece. 

it was voluptuous and alluring. 

without a doubt the outfit was stunning and while it was something i would not choose to put on i had to say there was a certain seductive appeal and if this thing was on the rack at a boutique it would tempt any girl in touch with her passionate side to try it on.

furthermore i had to admit the overall design was finely detailed. 

i couldn't remember if i'd seen it in one of the fashion magazines that were in the girls common room. 

at least it was proportionate to my height that way i didn't have a trail landing on my feet. i wasn't short but i had always gone through such problems and a great deal of stress to find a pair of pants that didn't flare past my feet.

"i like it. it suits you." says a blurred voice.

i raise a hand to cover my eyes from the beaming ray of light that suddenly somehow materialized near the wide open point of entry of the two arched grey marble doors.

"i don't understand." i turn around and instantly regret doing so.

still, i couldn't tear myself away and pretend that i didn't feel the powerful influence of somebody else that commanded my attention.

"there's nothing to it. if you hadn't noticed this is your dream and it can transform however you want it to go." came his soft angelic voice.

thanks to the brilliance of the flash that concealed him from my immediate line of sight i couldn't see what he looked like. 

the white light got more intense to the point where in felt compelled to take a few steps back. 

i twist my torso to protect my vision and simply stare at the column in front of me waiting for my eyesight to return to normal. 

my attempt to shield myself was fruitless because in the span of time it took for me to do so the crippling light had diminished its degree of potency to the point where i could actually see without the hindering sensation of turning blind.

i turn around and face the general direction of the person who recently arrived in a halo of bright light. 

beneath the tuxedo i could tell the boy who entered my dreams had a solid picturesque form and was in good physical health.

"care to dance?" his voice was soft and kind. 

after a second look the image of a guy standing before me completely surfaces from blonde hair to shiny black loafers.

i smile wholeheartedly at Wesley. i was impressed but not surprised that he made a tuxedo look good.

i grimace feeling stupid and look down at my bare naked feet. "i don't know how." i confess in shame.

i didn't know why but something about this felt wrong. like if i did this, if i danced with him i was crossing the line and could never look back feeling the same way again. 

this was my friend. what was he doing here and dressed like that in my dream?

Wesley brings me in closer. "what are you afraid of? i won't let you fall." Wesley quietly wraps his long fingers around my clammy stiff ones. 

it was really annoying because he didn't let me think it over. couldn't he tell that i wasn't sure if i wanted to dance with him? 

well, at least i had the added comfort of walking barefoot. with that last thought in mind i prop my hand on his left shoulder and take a nice deep breathe. cool i could smell his hair gel. 

i smile tentatively as i braced myself. i could do this. its not like i would ever admit to anyone i dreamed about wesley. 

we swayed back and forth like a 50 year old anniversary couple. 

since Wesley was of average height it was easy for me to rest my head on his shoulder. though i shouldn't have been able to i could feel his heart beating underneath his black and white suite. Ba-Thump Thump Ba Dump

i finally get the courage to speak up when the light dims until i could barely see wesleys chest in front of mine. i wasn't scared. in fact, i was completely at ease with my companion at my side. 

"that took a lot longer than i thought it would have." he says next to me.

the low roughness in his voice made chills pass up and down my spine.

a punch fisted round and hard in the bowels of my gut catching me completely off guard and interrupting the zen i maintained like a master at keeping still and grounded. 

my heart sprung to my throat. i shook my head unable to speak. no anything but this.

hoping that it was just a sick trick i hesitantly look up to confirm my suspicions and hold my breath when i catch sight of wavy ear length hair instead of wesley's thick patch of sandy blonde. 

startled, i look up and stared into his face and spotted his icy blue eyes. too stunned to move i was unsure how a complete switcharoo happened. one minute ago wesley was smiling at me and then someone else entirely took his place.