Half Dreams

by: Kelley Rigney

 

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

kelleyrig@hotmail.com

 

 

 

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