Once Upon a Dream

A/N: Just to cover my bases, this is copyrighted, I reserve all rights, etc, etc.

“Adonia, Adonia!” Zigzag cried. “Thank God you’ve arrived.”

“That’s right,” I said confidently. “I’m here to save the day.”

“Oh, good,” the girl sighed in relief.

“What am I saving you from? For that matter, where am I?” I asked.

“Don’t you know?” Zig wondered.

“Umm, no. Definitely not. In fact, I don’t even know how I know you.”

“Oh. Well. Hmph.”

“I didn’t mean to offend,” I hurried to say.

Zig shrugged, which I took as an acceptance of my apology. Suddenly, she grinned. She had a rather pointed face, with mischievous blue eyes and elfin features. I was slightly worried. “Guess,” she said.

“Guess what?” Okay, I had kind of lost my train of thought here. What was she talking about?

“Where you are, dummy.” She sounded excited, so even though I was feeling decidedly out of sorts, I put some thought into it. I just couldn’t seem to gather my thoughts, however. I was interrupted from my efforts when behind me I heard a great screeching of metal followed immediately by a terrible crash. I whirled around in horror, and saw a long passenger train had derailed and overturned. “Oh my God!” I cried.

Once again, Zig shrugged. “Don’t worry about it, ‘Donia. They’re fine. We have much bigger things to worry about.” True to her word, I saw the passengers climbing out of the broken windows and brushing themselves off. Nary a one had so much as a bruise. I turned back to Zig, more confused than ever.

“What the hell?”

She grabbed my hand and tugged my along a path. “Come on. You have to save yourself.”

Now that really worried me. I’m in danger? From what? Did it have something to do with the fact that I didn’t know where I was or remember who I was with? I didn’t have time to worry long before I confronted by a pair of men.

“’Donia, I believe you already have met Cash and Tattoo,” Zig introduced. Indeed, they did seem familiar. Oh my God, I thought. Have I lost my memory? Am I crazy?

“’Donia, how’s it going, baby?” the man called Tattoo said. He was a big guy, really tough-looking. In his black leather, with his long beard that could have been any color, he looked like he might belong to a motorcycle gang. His voice was deep, and he was kind of intimidating. I quickly glanced away, looking at the other man, Cash, instead. Well, I thought. Wow. Okay, maybe I don’t mind having lost my mind somewhere along the way if this is the guy I get to spend time with. Maybe he’s my doctor. I wouldn’t mind playing doctor with him. He wasn’t very tall, maybe five foot nine or so. Neither was he overly muscular, just solid, and nicely shaped, like his power lie in his intense eyes, rather than his firm body. He had thick dark hair that was mussed, like he had just gotten out of bed. From there my thoughts ran to darker, sweatier places.

I snapped out of my lustful reverie upon hearing a voice coming from Tattoo’s direction. I looked at him questioningly. That was a very little voice to be coming from a very big man. A very feminine voice.

“Ahem,” this voice said indignantly. “Has everyone forgotten me? I am here! And don’t you forget that, Tattoo. I heard you calling her baby.”

“Sorry, Kathleen. It just slipped out. You know I love you, sweetheart.” He was practically cooing.

Well, at least I don’t have multiple personalities yet, like Mr. Bike, here, I thought. Maybe I was in a madhouse.

“Oh, geez. I’m sorry, Kathleen. ‘Donia, meet Kathleen, the love of Tattoo’s life.” Zig gestured to Tattoo with a flair. I decided that if I were mad, they were only more so.

I was slightly alarmed when Tattoo started lifting up his shirt. I was even more alarmed when I saw what was beneath: a tattoo of a very, ahem, curvy woman. A very naked woman. My eyes almost popped out of my head when she waved at me.

“Oh, my God. This IS a mental institution, isn’t it? I told my advisor that calculus was going to make me lose it, but did he believe me? No-o-o, he didn’t. And now look at me!” I was rather upset.

Zig laughed at me. I scowled at her. Cash smirked at me. I drooled. Tattoo shoved his shirt down, muttering, “Now look what you’ve done. You’ve scared the bejeezes out of her, Kathleen. You can be a little startling, you know? You might have waited to wave, at least until she had gotten used to you a little.”

“Well, it would have helped if you had inked me some clothes, too, but that one never occurred to you, did it?” the tiny woman argued back, now from his left forearm.

Tattoo smiled a private kind of smile. “Well, I didn’t think you’d have to worry about getting cold, love.” Kathleen fluttered her eyelashes and smiled. Needless to say, my head was reeling.

I looked to Cash, who was the only one who seemed to have his sanity. “Will you explain to me what is going on?”
He opened that lovely mouth to speak. “Well,\" he said—

Beep, beep, beep, beep.

Damn, I thought as I turned off the alarm. That was one weird-ass dream. And that was one hot dream boy. Frantically, I closed my eyes, trying to fall back asleep. Come back, Cash! Come back! But no. I was wide awake, and there was nothing to do for it except take a shower and start my morning. I shook off the dream and rolled out of bed.

Save myself? I wondered. From what?