I dream of a girl. She is beautiful. Her name is Jeannie. And it's short for Jeannete. Oh, it would be wonderful to meet her someday.
That was how it all started. A dream of a girl.
Man, Jeannie wouldn't treat me like this. I still dream for her, but...
It began to escalate into perception and deception of reality.
Jeannie is perfect! She was with me all lunch today! We talked and laughed, but some kid tried to sit on her, so I got mad.
Reality was a dream. Dreams were reality.
Jeannie, how I wish you were real. Then we could be together.
As you wish.
The next week, a girl named Jeannie came to school with _. People were amazed, cause she was just like _ thought. It was like she was made just for him...
Jeannie is not her name. Neither is Genie. Nor Wish, Magic, Blondie, Rubix Cube, Barbie, Smile. In fact, she has no name. None at all. And guess what? She knows it. No genie has a name, unless you are of a higher sort of rank. You gain a name at 50 years. She's about the age of Sharkboy and Lavagirl. So yeah, she's pretty young. And guess what? Genies are usually just dreams and hopes. But no, she's no dream. She is real, and always was. No, genies don't make dreams come true, they grant wishes. Not all genies are bound by the 3 wishes rule. SO yeah, she's a little more than a dream or hope. She is a wish. She is a genie.