Dream 2: Descent

By PittsBurghFuzz

Dream 2

Dear Diary,

I have met with Christine today, and she seemed to be happier and happier with each lesson. I am so content with making her dreams come true. Christine is ready to perform in "Hannibal", and she only needs a few more lessons, and it would appear that she was born to play the role. After the lesson today, Christine didn't leave her dressing room. I was listening in, and it sounded like she was talking to herself. I could not believe what I was hearing.

"Oh if only I could reach out and touch my Angel." she murmured to herself.

Christine combing her long, luscious brown hair. I never knew why gentlemen preferred blondes when women of darker hair were the ones I usually found more attractive. I saw Christine picking up the rose I gave her, and sniffing it. She smiled as her nose caught the scent.

Christine was I her dressing room as usual when I knocked at her door. Christine was combing that beautiful hair of hers while I waited for a response.

"Come in." she said.

I entered slowly, without uttering a single word, without breathing a single breath.

"I told you to come in." Christine yelled. She turned around and then looked shocked.

"Erik?" she said as she noticed my presence in the room.

Christine ran over and gave me a tight hug.

"What's in the basket, Erik?" Christine asked with her child-like innocence.

"Food for our picnic." I told her.

"But its raining." she told me.

"You are forgetting my lair." I replied

"But isn't it cold in your lair?"

"Just close your eyes and trust me."

I put my hand out in front of her and Christine took it. She slowly closed her eyes, as I led her through the mirror.

"Open your eyes Christine." I told her.

Christine opened her eyes. I have never seen a face so surprised by spectacle in my entire life. It was a green field that seemed to go on for eternity. There was a tree that stood 20ft high. Christine looked around, to find that the sun was shining and the birds were chirping.

"Erik," she said, "this is so beautiful. How did you do this?"

"I can do anything my dear Christine."

"Oh Erik, I don't want this to end."

I took her chin, which along with her head, was looking at the blue sky, and turned it so she was facing me.

"It never has to end Christine. The as long as we are together, the dream will never end." I said as I took her hands and put them closely to my chest.

"Can we eat now, Erik?" Christine asked me.

"Of course Christine, of course." I told her, with my depressed voice.

I went to the shade underneath the tree, and took off my cloak. It magically transformed from a black cape, to a red sheet, with blue stripes. I snapped my finger, and the basket came at my command, and started to set the food up. I had a variety of fruits, steak, and a bottle of the finest champagne. I then made a gesture for Christine to come to me. She ran over to the picnic are. Just as soon as I sat down, she sat on my lap. In took out the champagne glasses and poured some into each one.

"Here's lookin' at you, kid." I said her as we clashed glasses.

After much eating, Christine fell asleep. I cradled her in my arms for a minute or so, before I decided to take back to my lair. As I whistled, a door appeared and I opened it. What came out was a lot of mist, but I was able to manage. I was walking through a few hallways, so I could take my time. I could have easily poofed Christine and myself into the bedroom, but I wanted to savor these moments for as long as I could. I finally arrived at my lair about twenty minutes later. Christine was still sleeping in my arms. She looked so beautiful sleeping, like a small child. I had recently created a special room for Christine and myself (in the dream and real life), so that she would not comment at how dreadful the rest of the lair looked. The room was totally white, conveying innocence. The only things that weren't white, were the large bed, and the gray carpeting. The bed was of a magnificent size. It was in the shape of a beautiful swan. I made it a swan because I based it off of "The Ugly Duckling", a story about an ugly duck, that later became something beautiful. I envied the damned duck, for I knew that I could not have a change like that. The grand bed was made of cherry wood (my favorite kind of wood),and had white sheets. I lay the beautiful Christine on the bed carefully, so she would not wake up suddenly. I looked at her for a minute just to take in the sight of her figure. I knelt down and whispered into her ear:

"Don't let anyone tell you to be ashamed of your figure. Goodnight, my sweet Christine."

I closed the curtain surrounding the bed, before I walked away and exited the room. Then I heard something. I immediately rushed into out bedroom to check on Christine. I opened the curtain, and she appeared to be okay. However, she started to meow. It started like her own voice, but then I woke up to find that Ayesha was asking for food.