Dreams

Oft morning dreams presage approaching fate,
For morning dreams, as poets tell, are true.
- Michael Bruce, Elegy on Spring

And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy;
They have a weight upon our waking thoughts,
They take a weight from off our waking toils,
They do divide our being.
- Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron), The Dream (st. 1)

It was a fine Sunday morning. Birds were chirping, the sun was shining and leaves were rustling in the trees. Inside a big house on Northway Road, a young man was dreaming about desire, possession and a beautiful bosom...
*
Joshua woke up gasping. He was lying in his bed, embracing his blanket with both arms and legs. He frowned. His mind was riddled with confusion.
What had he dreamt? He had never been straight!
He sat up in his bed and tried to recollect everything. He had dreamt he had been a nerd, he had written odious sex stories, he had wanted to .... He refrained from finishing the embarrassing thought. He was a sports jock in school, and was thus more well-built than the next man. Obviously not so in this dream. Strangely, though, his family had been the same. (Mother, sister, absent father)... And so had his house, and room.
Josh snorted. \'Dreaming of a Melissa, a beautiful brunette, yeah right. When he could look at that piece of eye candy; Jave… Ppprince of the Dark night-something... Dark hair, mysterious blue eyes. The man of his dreams, come true. Well, not really true, since it had all been a dream.\'
Josh relaxed visibly and lay down on his bed again. Now that guy, he was something to dream about, alright... And with that body, he could have four p\'s in his nickname as far as Josh was concerned.
Thank god he had never been as nerdy as his dream had described him. Being so pathetically... pathetic. Sitting in front of the computer, no friends, bad complexion. Josh shivered slightly. He had a scholarship, was popular and had well-defined ab muscles. At the moment, he was at his parents\' home for the holiday. Had anyone told him he fantasized about being such a pathetic nerd, he would have said “in your dreams” – but now it was in *his* dreams!
\'Now,\' he thought, \'how about a nice, homosexual fantasy about Jave? Strong body, strong hands, luscious lips...\' A thrill of desire went through him.
*
Josh went down for breakfast, after thoroughly satisfying himself (both physically and mentally, convincing himself that *dreaming* he was hetero was not so bad).
His sister was already sitting at the table. To his surprise, she asked about Melissa.
-’hell do I know, he replied with a shrug. He had only dreamt about her once. Maybe he\'d once gone to school with a Melissa?
-I thought you had a crush on her. You’ve got pictures of her all over your computer.
\'Wtf!?\' His mind said. Josh was confused.
-I don\'t!
-No? Well, then someone has infested your computer with pictures of her.
His sister said calmly and sipped her tea.
*
In an apartment not far away, Melissa sneezed. \'Jeez! I guess someone must be talking about me.\'
John, alias Jave, p-p-prince of the Dark Night, lying beside her in the bed, stirred.
*
Josh rushed into the bathroom. He had checked his computer, and as his sister had said, there were photographs of Melissa all over his harddrive (15 GB of 20).
What had happened? This was most definitely not his life! This was the life he\'d dreamt about!
He looked at himself, in horror, and moved to survey his body in the full-length mirror. He saw a scrawny boy, wholly without muscle and with the worst posture ever…
Could this be a dream? A very bad dream?