IT WAS JUST A DREAM
By J E Jacket

When two people love each other very much, they transform their
wishes to meet the wishes of the other.  The couple does this without
even realizing it, usually because each perceives its own wishes
differently.  Even when the answer is right out in front of them, the
couple is blind to see it.  In that sense, it is their blindness that
keeps the flame burning within their hearts.  It is truly a magical
thing.

It was Val’s twenty-fifth birthday, and Katie needed to find
her fiancé a perfect gift.  Val was an individual; he never really
appreciated common gifts such as ties, shirts, cameras, etc. Most
girls would find this quest a project, but Katie cherished it as an
exciting and almost artistic adventure.  Hell, if she could not find
anything, she could always give him a gag gift, and Val never really
minded those.  But this was Val’s final birthday as a single man, and
she was on a mission to make it a special one.
First she found a coffee maker that sings a tune in the
morning as it makes the coffee, but that would grow annoying after
the first week, and Val did not even drink coffee that much.  Then
she saw an adhesive sweater that sticks to the wall when rubbed
against, but that would also grow frustrating when Val did not want
to stick to the wall, and she could not imagine a time he ever would.
 Man, this was hard, but it was fun.  Next she found an
antiperspirant that provided the odor of the user’s last meal, but
Val loved onions, and Katie would rather die than smell onions each
night after dinner.
Finally she found it.  This had to be it!  Katie found a
street merchant who provided her with something Val would love,
something anybody would love.  “It’s a dream maker,” said the
merchant.  “You think up the dream you would like to dream after
drinking the potion, go to sleep, and dream your magical dream.”
“I’ve never heard of such a thing,” Katie replied.  “How
could I know if this is authentic?  It sounds great and all, but
please don’t’ take me for an idiot.  It’s a gift for my fiancé, and I
want the best for him. Could I sample it?”
“I’m sorry.  I cannot let you sample it, for it is very
expensive.  All I can give you is my word and a money back
guarantee.”
“You are a street merchant.  Who knows if you will be here
tomorrow?  This probably does not even have a patent.”
“You don’t have to buy it.”
“How much is it?”
“$300.”
Katie thought about how real it could actually be.  It was
getting late, and she did not have much time before she had to be
home to celebrate Val’s birthday.  It was a lot of money, but $300
was what she had been planning to spend.  Hell, if it doesn’t work,
Val will find it funny anyway. There is no reason not to buy it.
Before Katie showed the man the money, she asked if it were a health
threat.  The man shook his head and said it just affects the dream. 
“How many dreams will this bottle work for?”
“3.”
3 were perfect.  Val could dream two and she could dream one.
 That was all they really needed. “I’ll take it,” she said handing
the man his money.     The man thanked her, and then she left. Val
will love it, she thought.  I just hope it works.
She arrived home in time to cook Val’s favorite meal and
prepare the table.  She did not have to get dressed up because she
knew Val preferred her casual clothing above fancy dresses.  She
heard the knob of her apartment door spin and knew that her man was
home.
“Welcome home birthday boy,” Katie greeted with a smile, hug,
and kiss.  “How was your day?”
“Uneventful,” her fiancé responded with a bored laughter.  “I
think a hot dinner and a beautiful woman is just what I need.”
“Well then I am glad I could be of service to you.”
  “I love you,” he laughed.
The dinner was perfect, grilled steak inundated with onion.
Finally, it was time to present Val with his gift.  Out of the bag,
he pulled a small vial filled with orange liquid.  “What’s this?” he
asked.
“This is a dream potion, my sweet.  Drink it and dream away
in your slumber the dream you have always wished you’d dream.  It is
supposedly authentic, and if it does not work, we get our money
back.”
Val did not care if it worked or not.  It was a gift from the
most important person in the world to him, and that was just enough
to make it the perfect gift.  “It’s perfect,” he said with a warm
smile.
“The man said that it is good for three dreams.”
“We’ll share the third,” he laughed. 
Katie was anxious to see if it worked, so she convinced her
fiancé to try it right away.  “Think of a dream that you would love
to dream, something that you doubt could ever happen in real life.”
“I like suspense, so I will think of a concept and let it
take off from there,” he said with excitement. He wanted something
with adventure to compensate for his long boring day, and he wanted
Katie to be part of it. But he did not want Katie in any harm, so he
formed his ideas together to develop an awesome dream. He swallowed
the potion and went to sleep.

VAL’S DREAM

I woke from my sleep in a place I’ve been many, but it was
completely unrecognizable through my eyes. I knew where I was. It
was the same place I fell asleep in, so naturally I would wake in my
bed.  But my bed was humongous.  I could see stains and spots in the
sheets that I would never have recognized had I not been seven inches
tall.  This was where I wanted to be, home with an impression of
peril.
I moved to the edge of the bed for a sense of how far I was
from the ground.  Pretty far.  Jumping would not be wise, and
considering I had just woken up, I did not possess the energy to
climb. I was isolated on this sheeted island until my giant could
rescue me.  I was alone, and boredom grew in my unsatisfied mind.  I
was growing restless.  I needed to explore.  The mattress was so
empty, and I needed more. 
I began pondering ways to climb down the bed onto the carpeted floor.
 I tried pulling the comforter over the edge, but it was too heavy. 
The bed itself was too steep to just move down, and I could not risk
falling.  But there was a night table. And falling from that night
table was the cord to my digital clock, conveniently descending to
the bottom of the furniture.  I jumped onto the night table and felt
the texture of the cord, deciding how I would go about falling from
it. It was too rough to just slide down, but I knew that if I were
careful, climbing hand after hand would not be a problem. 
I held on tight and started my way down the cable.  It was a lot
easier than I foresaw, and I found it to be more of an activity than
a requirement. It was fun.  My life was on the line, and I could
easily face the challenge.  Never in my life had I felt this excited.
Once I was far enough down, I released my clutch from the cable and
fell to the floor. The carpet held a different texture than the
sheet; it was a bit harder to move through.  I eventually got the
feeling for it as I related to high grass.  There was so much to do
and see; I did not know where to start. Then suddenly I felt the
ground shake and sensed a thunderous presence upon me. Emerging from
the darkness that flooded outside the room came a giant
unrecognizable object, which I could in due course identified as a
humungous white sneaker.  A warm feeling of relief had comforted me
after I realized the shoe was Katie’s.
I wondered how Katie would react when she saw my new height.  Then it
had occurred to me, IF she saw my new height.  How could she find me
if I stood seven inches tall right beneath her shins?  I dashed for
safety, but her foot moved faster than I could run.  She would not
intentionally step on me, but she would not be the one to blame if
she did not see me.  I wished that I had stayed on the bed.
“Katie,” I screamed, waving my hands to attract her attention. She
did not hear me.   I then watched her back foot pass me in the air
and let out a sigh of relief that it missed me.
Katie sat at the rim of the bed letting her one leg hang from the
edge and the other leg resting upon her hanging one.  She was wearing
small tight denim shorts and a thin white tank top just revealing her
midriff.  Her long brown hair was flowing down her back like an
auburn waterfall in spring. She was so beautiful. But I needed her
attention, or she could be unintentionally dangerous.  I had to get
up to her.
I walked over to Katie’s dangling shoe, and with great caution I
pulled myself on. Holding on tightly, I banged her shin, hoping to
grasp her attention with my fists.  But it was useless, for she could
not feel my weak fists hammering into her smooth muscular shin. I had
to climb. Before I started up, I noticed that her other leg had
dropped from its rest position and both legs had moved slightly up
higher towards the edge of the bed.  I knew what she was doing.
Katie was lying across the bed with her legs dangling off the side
like she always does when she is worried.  She must have been looking
for me.
I began climbing her shin. At first it was a challenge to get a good
grasp of her smooth leg texture, but I eventually got the hold of it
(no pun intended). As soon as I had reached the top of her kneecap,
it was just smooth sailing from there. I could now walk instead of
climb. I thought about jumping off her leg onto the mattress and run
to her face from there, but I came to the conclusion that she could
just move slightly and squash me if I did that. So I just continued
down her smooth leg, past the tight blue denim shorts, and onto her
stomach. 
Katie’s belly was a bit more challenging to traverse, for it moved
with the beat of her breathing and never stood still.  Katie was
worried, so naturally she was taking deep breaths.   I carefully
walked onto the moving platform and then bent down onto my knees to
crawl, figuring it would provide me with better balance.
Slowly I moved, but soon I felt a small incline forming on her
abdomen. Then came a loud scream, and before I knew it, I was on my
back lying on the mattress.  My heartbeat picked up pace and confused
fear raced through my mind.  What had just happened?  I was so
scared, yet so confused.  My ears were still ringing from that loud
high-pitched scream.  I closed my eyes tightly and opened them again
to find two giant bewildered eyes staring down on me.  My mind went
blank and my wits left me stranded; I could feel the horror streaming
up my spine.  Get a hold of yourself, I thought to myself.  You know
that it’s just Katie.  It was just Katie.  I felt better.
“Val?”
A cold shiver of relief covered me and I smiled.  “Hey Katie.”
 I saw her body move up and watched her hand brush across her
forehead in disbelief. She walked back and forth across the room a
couple of times, as I just lay there quiet and content.  After her
second lap, she came back to gaze at me with those giant beautiful
green eyes, and then she left again for two more. 
“How…how did this happen?” she asked, not expecting to hear a logical
answer. 
“I have no idea,” I laughed.  “One day I am working relentlessly on
paperwork in an isolated office; the next day I am seven inches tall
in my bedroom.”
“Well, what do we do?  Should I take you to the doctor?”
“Hell no! I don’t want to leave this apartment unless I have to.  If
I were to be seen, I would become a medical experiment.  A neglected
freak! I guess the best thing to do right now is to wait it out.
Then if nothing happens within a few days, we’ll find a doctor.   I
just don’t know if there is anything else we could do.”
Katie sat back on the bed and tapped me into the palm of her hand.
She raised me up to her face and said, “I know. You are probably
right. Hopefully this is just some freak thing and you will turn
back to your normal height again.”
“So what do we do now?  I cannot go to work.”
Katie placed me on the night table and picked up the phone next to
me.  “I’ll call your firm and tell them that you will be out sick for
a couple of days.  If you don’t grow in a few days, I will call them
back and say that it is a bit more serious than we had thought.”  I
nodded, and she called.  Of what I heard, the conversation seemed to
have gone well without any suspicion floating around the office. 
Katie put the phone down and smiled.  “So what do you want to do?”
What could we do? I was seven inches tall.  Then suddenly millions of
thoughts started racing through my mind.  I was seven inched tall.
This was not a sentence but an adventure.  I could do anything (with
assistance).  
“What time do you have to be at work by?” I asked.
“It’s Saturday,” she replied with a chuckle.  “Today I am all yours.”
“Would you wanna’ try playing some games?” I questioned with a
nervous tone.  I noticed her smile brighten and the comfort grew with
my question. 
“Well,” she said, “what do you have in mind?”  Without giving me any
time to respond, she immediately started caressing her body with that
erotic smile masking her face. She ran her pointer finger up her
bare stomach towards her bosoms, and when she arrived, she pulled
both hands and quenched the two mountainous structures that exploded
from her chest.  I felt a sensuous feeling running through my genital
area and grasped what I could of that moment.  It was splendid. 
Katie moved her body down the night table, rubbing it against the
edge like a cat moves against the leg of a chair.  Gradually I moved
closer, thirsty, but regretting each step.  Her pointed finger moved
against my back and slowly guided me closer towards her humongous
body until I was near enough to touch with both hands. I held softly
to her thin white tank top in anticipation of its removal. 
My glory arrived when she raised herself slowly and relinquished the
small shirt from her body, revealing the petite bra that was covering
her powerful breasts. After the removal of her tank top came the
exclusion of her tight denim shorts, leaving her full body in nothing
but a bra and underwear.  She stood tall towering above me as I sat
at the edge of the night table.  I gazed up staring at the small
spread of her delicious thighs in pure amazement.  They were
enormous.  So strong.  So powerful.  So erotic.   
Katie quietly bit her finger with an almost evil grin full of
pleasures.  “Try your strength, little man,” she said, “and climb
Mount Katie. Ha ha ha!”
With a slight hesitation at first, I nodded and then proceeded
towards the peak of her shin.  I moved carefully up past her kneecap
and up her leg until I reached her cotton underwear.  With a better
grip, I rested for a few moments to catch my breath, and then I
continued upward.  I held on as I neared the abdomen, but the
backwards slant of her muscled stomach took a lot out of me.  When
she saw that I was having trouble, Katie helped me up past that part
with her index finger. I forwarded myself up to reach her concave
belly button where I took the time to rest myself.  This was
challenging, but I knew that I was safe with the trust of my soul
mate guiding me.
After about a minute of resting, I took grasp of her skin and
proceeded up toward her breasts. Before I could reach the mountains,
she quickly but carefully unfastened her bra and fell backwards onto
the bed.  I was finished with exhausting climbing, which was fun at
first but soon became a bit too much for me.  As she fell back I felt
the wind take me as if I were on the world’s fastest roller coaster
landing into a pool of rich silky skin. 
As soon as I regained my balance, I made my way towards Katie’s naked
colossal breasts.  They were two luminous giants engulfing me in the
most sexual feeling I had ever experienced.  It was exhilarating; I
was completely elated. I needed this. I wanted this.  I had this.
It was superb.
I caressed her nipple with my tongue, crying in complete triumph.  I
was endowed with all of my future wife’s gifts of magic, and I knew
that she was feeling the same way.  It was perfect until…
I slipped from the smooth spherical terrain and landed on the
mattress beneath her.  Katie did not notice that I had departed when
she rolled over toward where I was lying.  The huge object came
falling over me, squeezing the life and breath out of me.  I was in
total darkness and only felt the pressure surpassing me.  It hurt and
I…

“Val! Val! Val, wake up!” Katie was shaking her screaming fiancé out
of his sleep until both of his eyes opened and he realized where he
was.  “Val, don’t worry.  It was just a dream. Calm down, sweetie.
It was just a dream.  Just a dream.”
In great confusion, Val peered into his woman’s eyes and let out a
sigh of relief.  It was just a dream.  He was sitting up at his
regular height gazing into the eyes of his everyday beauty, and all
was well.  It was just a dream.
“How long was I asleep?” he asked.
“Only for about ten minutes.  I am assuming that your dream did not
go as expected, but did it work?”
“It worked, and it was incredible.  It felt like forever though.
Well, not that long, but it was much longer than ten minutes.  I
loved it.”
“But you woke up screaming in fear.”
“It was just so real.  I have never experienced anything so real in
my life.  I just didn’t know what to expect.  You should try.”
“I don’t know.”
“Just think of something that you wouldn’t want to happen in real
life, but you would not mind experiencing in a dream.  Don’t plot it
out.  Think of a concept and let it take you from there.  What is
something you have always wished you could experience?”
“Why don’t you just tell me about your dream first?”
“I don’t want to jinx anything. Come one! Just try it.”
Katie took the vial and poured into the lid the right amount of
liquid the user consumes.  She thought about a dream concept that
would be a fun experience, but something she would never really want
in her life.   All her life she had been doing things for others,
always accepting what she had been given in return.  She did not mind
that way of life, but she wanted to experience the reverse situation.
 She wanted a situation in which she had absolute power and the world
did what she wanted.   It was just a dream, so she could be as
open-minded as she wanted.  This was her chance to rise and take
hold.  She thought up and idea, closed her eyes, drank the liquid,
and then departed into a deep sleep.

KATIE’S DREAM

“Katie, could you be a dear and please fetch me some coffee?”
Doctor Feldman asked me with his sarcastic smile shining through his
disgustingly yellow teeth.  “This work is killing me baby, and I need
something to keep we awake and energized.” 
“Of coarse Doctor,” I replied with a fake smile.  I hated
that man.  I was assigned his lab assistant and all he had me doing
was running his errands.  I started with great optimism, basing my
excitement on great reports by others who have never worked with him.
 Doctor Feldman is a great man, they would say.  You are so lucky to
work for him.  He is very respected in the science research
community.  You will learn a lot from Doctor Feldman.  What they
refrained from mentioning was that Doctor Feldman is really a
womanizing sleazebag who is much too brilliant for his own good. 
Yes, Harry R. Feldman was a wonderful scientist.  He had made
some incredible breakthroughs in the community and has provided
others with knowledge they could never learn themselves.  But Harry
R. Feldman was much too good for an assistant; his work was too
important to be seen by mere humans before it was finished.  So
working with him had been everything but a pleasure, and thanks to
him, my career in science was going nowhere.
I brought Doctor Feldman his coffee and decided to pop the
question.  “So doctor, me being your lab assistant, I think I should
know this.  What is it that you are working on?”
“Oh Katie, it’s really nothing.  Trust me, you would not be
interested.”
“Try me,” I laughed.
Doctor Feldman put his hand against my back and guided me
into his office.  “Alright, I will tell you.  But you MUST swear to
me that a word about this to anyone will not come out of your mouth.
Do I have your word?”
My heart began beating hard in excitement and a smile rose on
my face.  Maybe the great Doctor Feldman was not such a bad guy after
all.  Maybe he had reasons for keeping his work private from me.  “I
won’t tell anybody, Doctor.  You have my word.”
The doctor’s face lit up with trust and he said, “Please
Katie, now that we trust each other, I want you to call me Harry.”  I
smiled in acceptance to his request.
“Ok,” he began, “As I said before, this is top secret. Not a
soul knows about this, and it must stay that way, for I do not
exactly have permission to follow through on this experiment.” I
nodded and he continued, pulling out a report from his locked desk.
“I am conducting experiments that alter the growth of living beings.”
“Like causing something to grow a foot taller?” I asked stupidly.
“Eh, that’s a bit of an understatement, my dear.  My work is
practically complete, and I have been conducting tests on small
mice.” He pulled a mouse from a small cage and placed it in a much
bigger one.  “Do not scream when I show you this.”  He showed me a
needle filled halfway with a green liquid and told me what it was.
“This is my ‘growth potion’, Katie. The needle is filled only halfway
because I do not want to cause a ruckus. Completely full, this needle
will multiply the living being’s body size ten times proportionally.
Half full, it will only multiply five times proportionally.  This
mouse that I have placed in that cage over there is roughly 4 inches
long and 1 and a half inches tall.  Now watch.”
I watched the doctor with undivided attention place the
needle carefully into the mouse’s back and press the drug into its
body. He withdrew the needle as soon as it was empty and stood for a
few moments gazing at it.  After about thirty seconds, the mouse
began to grow, and it grew at a very quick pace.  I stared in
amazement as something I have never thought possible was happening
right before my eyes. The mouse was humongous.
“Can he be returned to normal height?”  I asked. 
“Yes,” Doctor Feldman replied. “The antidote is right here.”
 He picked up a needle with a red liquid in it and stabbed the giant
mouse. Just as anticipated, the mouse shrunk back to its original
size. 
“Does…does this work on humans?” I queried.
“It works on all animals.”
I was completely in awe.  I immediately stopped blaming
doctor for keeping this secret and began thanking the powers that be
for placing me with this brilliant man.  Just the thought that I was
one of only two people in the entire world that knew about this
completely took me.  It was extraordinary.   “How much did you make?”
“About a pint of each, the drug and the antidote. Remember
Katie, you cannot tell anybody about this.”
“Not a word,” I said.
“I have to close up early,” Harry said.  “It’s my and my
first wife’s anniversary.  I need to give her a special evening.  He
pulled his tie above his neck and stuck out his tongue as to mimic a
hanging.  I immediately got the humor and let out a fake laugh.  The
joke was cute, but not funny.  That was why he was a scientist and
not a comedian.
“I’ll close up for you tonight, clean the lab and all that jazz.”
“Thanks Katie, you’re a doll.” He gave me a friendly kiss on
the cheek, hung his lab coat, grabbed his jacket, and left before I
could thank him for this wonderful learning experience.  I did not
really want to clean, but it was the least I could do for someone who
had just opened me into his circle of trust (which happened to be a
very small circle). 
I sat on the bench in the lab and began to procrastinate.  I thought
about what kind of affect this drug would have on the public if ever
released.  At first nobody would believe it, but once something
happens, it will be the biggest thing since sliced bread, literally.
After a while of useless pondering, I looked at the clock to see how
much time had passed.  It was real late and I hadn’t started cleaning
yet; it was probably a good time to start.
 As soon as I picked up the broom, the alarm went off. There was a
break-in at the research facility; it was probably a group of teenage
animal rights activists.  This was not uncommon, but very few
actually made it far enough to sound the alarm.  I thought for a
moment a really wicked thought, but immediately labeled it a bad
idea.  But then I thought about it again. Maybe once would not hurt.
It would be funny, and these punks would get a good scare.  I picked
up an empty needle and looked at it.  Just a little. A few feet and
that’s it.  I did not want to break anything or cause a greater
commotion than there already was, but a few more feet wouldn’t hurt.
Then I could just take the antidote and return to normal height. 
I filled the needle with a very fractional amount of the drug and
stuck it into the side of my arm. At first, I did not feel a thing,
but within a few seconds I quickly grew to eight feet tall.  My head
just touched the ceiling.  This was incredible.  I was humongous.  A
powerful feeling of drive sped through me, and an evil grin grew on
my face.  My clothes were tight and tore at the waste, kneecaps, and
elbows.
I had to duck to make it through the doorway, but it was not much
trouble.  How convenient!  As soon as I walked through the door, I
saw the two teenage activists dressed in black carrying an orangutan
running my way.  I stood in front of them to break their sprint, but
with their heads looking over their shoulders, they did not notice my
huge figure and ran face first right into my abdomen.  They fell back
and stared up at me in complete bewilderment.  The one boy carrying
the orangutan let the animal go and just backed up in complete fear.
The other did the same. 
I put my hand to my strong muscular stomach and let out an evil laugh
of joy.  The boys had tears flowing out of their eyes as they gazed
at the gigantic beauty in front of them.  “So,” I started in an
intentional deep toned voice, “where do you boys think you are going
in such a hurry?”  Both got up to run, but I grabbed their jacket
collars and dragged them closer.  This was incredibly fun.  I had
never felt this much power before, and I had to admit that I enjoyed
every ounce of it. 
I threw the two boys onto the ground and told them to run away and
never return, leaving a howling laugh to trail them as they ran.
They could tell anybody what they saw, but nobody would believe them.
 They would be shipped off to a mental hospital and never recover. 
Sorry that this little (well giant actually) experience had to end
too soon, I made my way back into the lab and injected the antidote
into my blood. I then fell back to my normal height and laughed. 
That feeling was so exhilarating; I just wished it could have lasted
longer.  That was when I got the real dangerous idea.  Just the
thought of it made me laugh with power.  Would it be worth it? Did I
have anything left to regret.  My life here on earth was a rather
dull one, and I had nobody to come home to anyway.  Those who take
risks may not live long, but those who don’t take risks do not live
at all.  Go for it, I said to myself.
I picked up the same needle that I had used before, but rather than
filling the needle partially, I amounted it to the top.  I closed my
eyes, took a deep breath, jammed it into the side of my arm, and as
Doctor Feldman had said, let the magic happen. I opened my eyes to
see that nothing was happening.  Maybe I injected too much, I thought
at first, but after a minute passed, I started to feel it.
 It was happening.  The room was shrinking.  I was laughing. 7 feet.
8 feet. I had to now crouch down. 10 feet.  12 feet.  My head was
breaking through the ceiling, my legs through the walls.  15 feet.
17 feet.  Everything was crashing; I could hear it and feel it.  20
feet. 25 feet. I broke through the second floor and was nearing the
third. 30 feet. 35 feet.  I stood up all the way to get a true feel
for my height. 40 feet. 45 feet. I had now crashed through the roof.
My clothes were completely torn and I finally stood 55 feet tall
naked over the fallen rubble of the building that once stood as a
research facility for some of the best scientists. 
People from around the building were running frantically for their
lives as I let out that evil howling laugh I had laughed after I
chased away those kids a bit ago.  I felt the cool air brush against
my naked body, and normally where I would feel so uncomfortable, I
felt empowered to be bare and free. It was a sensuous feeling. I
watched the pathetic people scurry around helplessly and laughed at
their insecurity.   It must be scary, I thought, to see giant naked
beauty tower above you with truly evil thoughts racing through her
mind.  But I was not one of those people, yet in fact that giant
beauty that so many feared. 
I picked my foot up and took my first step as a giant onto a few cars
in the parking lot.  And so I began my rampage into Philadelphia.
Everything was so small, the people, the houses, the trees.  The
world was my dollhouse, and I was too old for dolls.  This
magnificent feeling was just what I had needed to raise my
self-esteem, and maybe it went a bit too high.
I started my rampage with a visit to the sports stadium district.  It
was 11:30 and the Phillies were in extra innings with the Florida
Marlins.  People all over South Philly were running and screaming in
fear, but I paid no mind to their pathetic yelps.  I climbed into
Veterans Stadium over the top and stepped onto the field crushing a
few players that were late scurrying to the benches.  They were just
Marlins. Mwa ha ha ha!
The crowd was wild, half of it running away screaming in fear, the
other half drunken idiots cheering me on.  That is Philadelphia.  I
swiped my hand across the Upper Deck, ripping chairs from the seats
and people from their lives.  I stomped my left foot into the lower
level causing a huge rumble in the stands.  Drunks were running onto
the field attempting to climb my right leg, but I just shook them of
into the stands.  I heard cars screeching away and helicopters
nearing.  The boldest of the pilots actually went so far as to shoot
me, but the weak bullet could hardly penetrate my skin.  I grabbed
the helicopter with my right hand and hurled it into the stands.  A
huge fire erupted and Veterans Stadium slowly crumbled to my feet.
Eh, they were going to tear the place down at the end of the season
anyway. 
I marched out of the debris to where the real action was--Center
City. I tore my arms through the gigantic skyscrapers and let them
plummet to the earth.  Citizens were falling out the windows of the
descending buildings and wasted away in the broken streets.  Bodies
were everywhere, fires broke loose throughout the entire city, and
the National Guard was making its way down the streets in tanks and
air jets.  Missiles were flying at me from every direction, and for
the first time all night, I began to fear my future. 
I let out that evil laugh to show that I was accepting the fight as I
stomped my foot upon the tanks and knocked over the planes that flew
above my head. I kicked my foot into the Philadelphia Convention
Center but lost my balance and fell backwards into the swarms of
traffic.  Now that I had fallen, I was physically closer to the
people that I had been killing; I could see the look on their
frightened faces and the tears in their eyes as they prayed for their
family’s safety.  It was hilarious.  My true dynamic laughter boomer
throughout the city as it crumbled to the floor.
I picked up handfuls of pedestrians that were running to safety and
dropped them along my body like ants.  I felt the swarms of movement
across my breasts and abdomen; it was so refreshing.  I was bathing
in human bodies.  I kept grabbing more and more and continued to drop
them down onto my stomach.  As my laughter shined I could feel the
pedestrians bouncing on my vigorous belly and into places they never
thought they would ever be, completely.  I caressed my lively body
and rubbed the people into my skin.  The idea that I was wasting
hundreds of human lives just to pleasure myself felt empowering in my
mind, and I loved every moment of it.  But enough was enough and I
needed to climb a building. 
I chose a cute little man out of the multitude as my victim and raced
toward One Liberty Place, the tallest building in the city.  I looked
down into the palm of my hand at the man I had chosen and asked for
his name.  The man, in frozen fear, responded, “Val.  My… my name is
Val.”  He had a soft and warm smile to him, a smile that I recognized
from somewhere but could not place. 
I smiled back.  “Mine’s Katie.”
“I know,” he laughed.  “Believe it or not, your name is everywhere.”
He seemed so comfortable in the palm of my hand like there was no
place he would rather be.  Should not he be frightened?  I had the
power to squash him with the quenching of my fist, yet this pathetic
little morsel seemed to find security within it.
“Aren’t you frightened?” I asked.
“I was at first, but deep down I don’t think you are all that bad.”
“Excuse me,” I responded, completely astonished at how he perceived
me to be.  “I have just destroyed an entire city with the motive only
for the feeling of power deep inside, and you think of me as not all
that bad?  I am holding you victim here, and your fate is already
determined.  How dare you reduce me to such a pathetic villain with
good intentions buried inside? I am completely evil, the most
powerful living creature to walk the planet.”
“How would you know?” he asked with confidence.  “You’ve never sat
down and talked with all the creatures on the planet.  If power is
the feeling of control and contentment marked into one, then how do
you know if others don’t have the same hold on things that you have.
You may be very powerful, but I am sure you have a weakness.  You
gain your power by fear and by hate.  But if there is somebody who
does not fear or hate you, you do not have absolute power.  And I
don’t fear or hate you.”
What the hell was he babbling about? It was so boring that I tuned
out after the first few statements.  As I saw it, I had to climb the
tallest building in the city, and he was my victim.  And there it was
standing over 900 feet tall right in front of me.  I grasped onto
structure and began climbing.  It was a little challenging at first,
but I soon got the hang of it, and before I knew it, I was hanging
onto the steeple that rose atop the heavy building. 
Air jets surrounded me shooting its lofty missiles at my gigantic
body but missing with poor aim.  Tanks were shooting at me, but their
shots were only touching the shattered windows below.  Suddenly the
structure’s walls were starting to cave in, and my once invincible
grip on the plan came to pieces, literally.  Then I felt a strong
pain at my abdomen and realized that a missile had hit me.   The
agony rushed through my body and I had no choice but to release the
pole that held me.  That was when my reign of power had ended, but it
was fun while it lasted. 

Katie arose out of her sleep panting for air, holding in the screams
of fright she had inside of her.  Val was adjacent to her panicking
body, holding her hand with a delicate and warm touch of comfort.
There was a slight smile planted on his face, but it was not the
smile that she had given the world in her dream; rather it was a
smile of security and love.  Katie was glad to see that smile.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered softly.  “It was just a dream.  It’s all
gone now.  It was just a dream.”  Val took his woman in his arms and
held her, sharing with her a quiet tune of contentment.  Both of them
knew that it was over and that there was now nothing to fear.  They
just wanted to be together on this special day; they needed each
other. “Did you enjoy your dream?”
Katie looked up at her man and smiled. “I did, but I am glad to be
back home with you.”
“There is enough left in here for one more dream,” Val said picking
up the small vial he had been given for his birthday.  “Let’s share
it.”
“How do we do that?”
“I doubt it will work, but what do we have to loose?  We will each
drink half and dream together. We will chance it, and after we wake
up, we will share our dream to see if we dreamt the same dream.  It’s
worth a shot.”
Katie took the vial from his hands and drank an estimated half of
what was left, and then Val finished it up.  The couple lay on their
bed and closed their eyes, surrendering to a deep slumber.

VAL AND KATIE’S FINAL DREAM

I awoke in a place similar to where I had been in my first
dream, but this time there were no walls, no furniture, no ceiling,
and no rug.  This place was not my bedroom but actually just a
lighted place with nothing in it except Katie and I.  What this dream
had in common with my first was only the fact that I was seven inches
tall, lying upon the bare stomach of my naked fiancé.  I did not know
where the light was coming from neither did I care.  I was in heaven.
 This was my Eden and there was nothing that could take it away.
There were no materials to taint my feelings or pressure to worry me.
 This was where I wanted to be for the rest of my life, and I was
never as positive on my position as I was then.  This time I did not
want to leave.

I opened my eyes into a world I had been in my first dream, but there
was something different about it.  I was lying down on a hard surface
that I could not distinguish from the rest of the room with my eyes.
The room seemed to have no boundaries, no materials, and no shadows.
It was a bright room; it seemed that the room was giving off its own
light. What this had resembled of my first dream was that I was 55
feet tall, and perched upon my naked stomach was my fiancé, Val, just
lying down with the same joy and satisfaction that I was
experiencing.  I was happy.  I was comfortable.  This to me was
heaven, and I just wanted to stay here forever.  “Val?” I said to
grab the man’s attention.  “Who is going to wake us up?”  He stared
into my gigantic green eyes and smiled.  We were both thinking the
same thing; neither of us wanted to leave. 

THE END