Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
The red numerals of the digital clock changed to 12:00 as Shawn Brady restlessly tossed and turned in his sleep. It had taken the young man nearly an hour to actually fall asleep, and when he had, it proved to be an agitated slumber at best.
A weak groan escaped Shawn's lips as he rolled over and further tangled his legs in the sheets. Another almost imperceptible moan followed as he fell into the clutches of dreamland.
Shawn slowly opened his eyes and discovered that he was not dozing in his own bed but rather a desk at Salem High. Lifting up his head – which felt unusually heavy – he ventured a quick glance around the room.
It looked as if everyone was gathering their belongings and departing the classroom. Assuming that he must have fallen asleep in class and that the ringing bell had awoken him, Shawn reached down and picked up his own backpack.
Even as he stepped into the hallway, he did not truly comprehend that it was odd that his normally gray backpack was now a very feminine shade of pink. Nor did the fact that the hallway was only filled with girls seem the least bit unrealistic.
Approaching his locker, Shawn pulled open the pink door and began to search for a book. Instead, he pulled out a bag of his favorite candy bars – his textbook as quickly forgotten as the real world.
When he turned around, he found himself looking down into the eyes of Belle Black. Her frosted pink lips curled into a mischievous smile as she said, "Hi, Shawn-D."
"It's just Shawn," he muttered without thought.
"Whatever you say, Shawn-Douglas." After a quick glance around the halls, Belle released an almost unbearably loud squeal as she saw Philip and Chloe approaching.
Having perhaps his first logical thought since his dream began, Shawn noticed that Philip and Chloe were actually holding hands. Yet, he was almost certain that was wrong. He just couldn't seem to think of why . . . it had something to do with Brady and a church full of people, didn't it?
Chloe greeted Shawn and Belle with a huge smile. "Belle, you were so totally right about that outfit I bought at Salem Place yesterday. I mean, how uncool would it have been if I had actually gone for that unhip shell pink skirt instead of the awesome warm rose pink? I mean, hello? Fashion disaster."
"Totally," responded Belle.
For the first time, Shawn noticed that Belle's hair was pulled into a set of uneven pig tails. Just as he was reaching out to touch his girlfriend's blonde locks, Chloe grabbed his hand.
"Oh, and Shawn, you were totally right, too! I mean, yeah, your compromise was so way cool."
"My compromise?"
"Uh, yeah! You know, the one to keep cutie-putie Philip and hottie-wottie Brady from going like psycho on each other. Yep, it's working out awesome being with Brady on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday and shacking up with Philly on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday." Leaning in close to her pal, Chloe whispered, "Of course, I'm still free on Sunday, so maybe we could do a little shacking up of our own."
Shawn nervously cleared his throat and jumped four feet back with a single leap. The locker that had been behind him had mysteriously disappeared. Yet, that really didn't seem too strange.
And, like the row of hot pink lockers, Philip and Chloe had also disappeared. Left alone with Belle, Shawn asked the question that had been weighing on his mind for quite some time. "If we weren't together, you wouldn't hook up with Zach would you?"
Belle began to unattractively laugh like a hyena before transforming back into her usual demeanor. "Um, no! Totally not. I mean, have you seen that dork?"
As if on cue, Zach Wesley began to shuffle awkwardly down the hallway. His normally gelled hair was matted down against his forehead, and he was sporting a pair of pink horn-rimmed glasses that matched his sweater vest.
Zach released a shy snort as he passed by Belle. He offered her a sheepish smile while gently pushing his glasses to a more comfortable position on his face. When Belle gave him a rather disgusted look, the former hunk lowered his head and began act distracted by flipping through his pink notebook.
Belle rolled her eyes and commented, "Ugh, I cannot believe that Kevin Lambert's long lost brother actually looked at me like that. Doesn't he know that I'm dating the school hunk – the guy that every girl in the school wants because he is so incredibly smart and sexy and gorgeous and witty and muscular and . . .
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Next-door at the Black home, Mrs. Brady Black fitfully tossed in her own bed.
Chloe rolled over in the king-sized bed and nestled closer to Brady. She kept her eyes closed until she became increasingly annoyed by a bothersome humming. Opening her eyes, she realized that Brady had somehow gotten out of bed and dressed himself while she had her eyes closed. And, that horrendous humming sound was coming from his lips.
Before Chloe could even begin to analyze the situation, Brady began to sing as he walked toward what appeared to be the bedroom door.
Oh, Why you look so sad?
The tears are in your eyes
Come on and come to me now
But don't be ashamed to cry
Let me see you through . . .
Chloe quickly grabbed an oddly handy robe from a nearby chair. Wrapping the soft material around her body, she hurriedly ran after her husband. Following his retreating figure down the stairs, Chloe trailed after him as he slipped out a door.
Even as he disappeared outside, she could still hear his singing.
I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
Following Brady through the French doors, Chloe realized that they had apparently moved into a house that was adjacent to the park where the gazebo was located.
Approaching the work of wooden craftsmanship, Chloe saw that Brady had lain down on a nearby bench to take a nap. Sitting inside the gazebo playing cards were Philip, Shawn, Zach, and Jason.
"Philip," Chloe greeted. "I'm glad I ran into you. I really wanted to make sure that you're okay. I know that it hurt to let me go to Brady. So, if you could just tell me how you're doing, I would feel much better."
In a singing voice, Philip answered, "I try not to think about what might have been . . . Cause that was then . . . And we've taken different roads . . . We can't go back again, there's no use giving in . . . And there's no way to know . . . What might have been"
Finally sensing that the situation was just a little odd, Chloe hesitantly answered, "Ooo-kay. Well, that's reassuring. So, things are okay with us?"
"We could sit and talk about this all night long . . . And wonder why we didn't last . . . Yes, they might be the best days we will ever know . . . But we'll have to leave them in the past."
Scrunching her face up, Chloe replied, "Yeah, I get that – I just want to make sure you're okay. So, just answer me: are you okay?"
Still using his singing voice, Philip responded, "That same old look in your eyes . . . It's a beautiful night . . . I'm so tempted to stay . . .But too much time has gone by . . . We should just say goodbye . . . And turn and walk away"
Watching Philip walk away, Chloe shook her head with confusion. "I'll take that as a maybe." Without invitation, Chloe sat down where Philip had been and took over his place in the card game.
"So, Jason, how are things going with you? I hope you didn't get into too much trouble over that singing-thing at school."
While Chloe searched her hand for a card to lay down in their game of Rummy, Jason declared he had a royal flush. Scooping up all the poker chips, he finally answered, "I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt . . . So sexy it hurts. . . And I'm too sexy for Milan, too sexy for Milan . . . New York and Japan"
"Yeah, well what does that have to do with getting in trouble at school?"
"And I'm too sexy for your party . . . Too sexy for your party . . . No way I'm disco dancing."
"No one asked you to dance!" Chloe angrily declared. "Besides, I'm not even having a party."
Jason haphazardly threw the chips back down on the playing table before singing, "I'm a model you know what I mean . . . And I do my little turn on the catwalk . . . Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah . . . I shake my little touché on the catwalk . . ."
Chloe rolled her eyes with added drama as Jason strutted off into the nearby gardens. "Ugh, what do girls see in him?" Now left with only Shawn and Zach, Chloe turned her attention to Craig's younger brother. "So, Zach, will you at least fill me in on what happened with Principal Cohen? Also, did anything else happen between Jason and Mimi?"
Zach took a quick puff on his oversized cigar. Then, in the voice of someone who had been smoking for several decades, he sang, "It's a heartache . . . Nothing but a heartache . . . Hits you when it's too late . . . Hits you when you're down . . ."
"Oh? Do you think things are that bad?"
"It's a fool's game . . . Nothing but a fool's game . . . Standing in the cold rain . . . Feeling like a clown . . ."
As Zach stood and wandered off in the same general direction as Jason had, Chloe commented, "I can't quite pinpoint why, but I get the feeling that something weird is going on. How about you, Shawn?"
Like the others, he sang his response, "When you're down and troubled . . . and you need a helping hand . . . and nothing, whoa nothing is going right . . . Close your eyes and think of me . . . and soon I will be there . . . to brighten up even your darkest nights."
Chloe shook her head with frustration. "That's it – get out of here. You're acting as loopy as the others."
Shawn merely shrugged before walking away. As he disappeared into the garden, he sang, "Hey now, all you've got to do is call . . . Lord, I'll be there, yes I will . . . You've got a friend . . ."
The card game long forgotten, Chloe decided to go and wake Brady. Just as she was about to step out of the gazebo, she noticed Jason Masters walking past her. For no real reason, she reached out and grabbed his arm and demanded, "Where are you going now?"
"Gonna find my baby, gonna hold her tight . . . Gonna grab some afternoon delight . . . My motto's always been 'when it's right, it's right' . . . Why wait until the middle of a cold dark night? . . . When everything's a little clearer in the light of day . . . And we know the night is always gonna be there any way . . ."
Again, Jason carelessly wandered away from the gazebo and faded into the scenery. Chloe shook her head once more but still could not decide what exactly made the situation odd.
Deciding that worrying was a lost cause, Chloe turned to wake her sleeping husband. However, what she discovered was that he was wide awake and staring at her. As though he were floating on air, Brady crossed the distance between their bodies and pulled Chloe close to him.
In a whisper he sang, "You'll never know how much I really love you . . . You'll never know how much I really care . . . Listen . . . Do you want to know a secret . . . Do you promise not to tell, whoa oh, oh . . . Closer . . . Let me whisper in your ear . . . Say the words you long to hear . . . I'm in love with you . . . "
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Belle carefully made her way downstairs without bothering to turn on the lights. She cautiously trekked across the living room and toward the kitchen. As she prepared to enter, she was surprised to see a soft glow coming from under the door.
Peeking her head inside, Belle smiled. Seated at the table with a bowl of ice cream was her mother. It seemed that Belle wasn't the only one having difficulty sleeping. "Hi, Mom."
"Hello, sweetheart," greeted Marlena with her trademark smile that emitted both comfort and cheer. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah," answered Belle as she retrieved a bowl from the cabinet. Opening the freezer door, she continued, "I just had a really, really, really strange dream and couldn't go back to sleep."
Marlena waited until Belle had scooped out her own ice cream and sat down at the table before she asked, "Do you want to tell me about this dream?"
"Like I said, it was weird. I mean, it made no sense at all."
"So, it was more like a nightmare?" Marlena ventured.
Belle twirled the spoon between her fingers as she seriously thought over the theoretically simple question. "Not exactly. It wasn't really a bad dream – just one that was different from most of the ones I have."
"Tell me what happened," gently prodded Marlena.
Releasing a labored sigh, Belle dropped her spoon down beside her bowl. She smiled softly as she met her mother's expectant gaze. "Okay, but just remember I warned you that it was strange."
"I'll keep that in mind," Marlena said with soft chuckle.
"Alright, it started out normal. Shawn and I were walking into the Brady Pub. Anyway, we stepped inside and walked over to this booth where Mimi was sitting. I could see that she was sitting with some guy, but I couldn't see who, because he had his back to me and Shawn.
"Then, when we got up to the booth, I saw that it was Philip and I said hi to him and Mimi. And, here's where it gets weird. Philip wasn't Philip. I mean, he was, but he wasn't."
Seeing that her mother looked thoroughly confused, Belle explained, "In the dream I knew that it was Philip, and I didn't think anything was wrong. But, when I woke up, I realized that the guy couldn't have been Philip because he didn't look anything like him – he didn't even really act like Philip.
"So, then Shawn and Mimi offered to get some sodas from the counter. While they were gone, Philip started talking about how he shouldn't have kissed me because it would ruin our friendship."
Belle stopped her narrative for a brief moment to take a quick bite of her melting ice cream. "Honestly, how weird is that? I can't even imagine Philip kissing me. First of all, I like Shawn. Second, Philip just broke up with Chloe."
"I take it this dream gets even stranger?"
"Oh, yeah. Once Shawn and Meems got back to our booth, this guy and girl walk in. The guy was kinda cute and reminded me of a cross between Jason and Jeremy. Anyway, he and his red-headed sister marched over to our table. And, before I know what is happening, this guy is all over Mimi. Mom, it was totally disgusting.
"In the dream, this guy and girl were . . .Oh, God, this is going to sound so nuts . . . they were my long-lost brother and sister who I thought were from outer space.
"Then, Sami and Lucas walk in and are talking about Brady. Sami tells Lucas that Victor is going to have a coronary because Nicole and Brady have something going on!"
Marlena openly laughed at the purely zany aspect of her daughter's dream. "So, let me make sure I understand this correctly. In this dream, you and Shawn were together, but you kissed Philip – who wasn't really Philip. Then, your alien brother started kissing Mimi. And, your real brother – who is married to Chloe – was possibly having an affair with Nicole Walker – who is engaged to Victor. Is that right?"
"Yeah," laughed Belle. "How crazy would all that be?"
Disclaimer: I don't own any of characters seen on Days of our Lives – nor do I own the songs used. Those songs were: Sweet Dreams, I'll Stand By You, What Might Have Been, I'm Too Sexy, It's A Heartache, You've Got A Friend, Afternoon Delight, and Do You Want To Know A Secret.
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
The red numerals of the digital clock changed to 12:00 as Shawn Brady restlessly tossed and turned in his sleep. It had taken the young man nearly an hour to actually fall asleep, and when he had, it proved to be an agitated slumber at best.
A weak groan escaped Shawn's lips as he rolled over and further tangled his legs in the sheets. Another almost imperceptible moan followed as he fell into the clutches of dreamland.
Shawn slowly opened his eyes and discovered that he was not dozing in his own bed but rather a desk at Salem High. Lifting up his head – which felt unusually heavy – he ventured a quick glance around the room.
It looked as if everyone was gathering their belongings and departing the classroom. Assuming that he must have fallen asleep in class and that the ringing bell had awoken him, Shawn reached down and picked up his own backpack.
Even as he stepped into the hallway, he did not truly comprehend that it was odd that his normally gray backpack was now a very feminine shade of pink. Nor did the fact that the hallway was only filled with girls seem the least bit unrealistic.
Approaching his locker, Shawn pulled open the pink door and began to search for a book. Instead, he pulled out a bag of his favorite candy bars – his textbook as quickly forgotten as the real world.
When he turned around, he found himself looking down into the eyes of Belle Black. Her frosted pink lips curled into a mischievous smile as she said, "Hi, Shawn-D."
"It's just Shawn," he muttered without thought.
"Whatever you say, Shawn-Douglas." After a quick glance around the halls, Belle released an almost unbearably loud squeal as she saw Philip and Chloe approaching.
Having perhaps his first logical thought since his dream began, Shawn noticed that Philip and Chloe were actually holding hands. Yet, he was almost certain that was wrong. He just couldn't seem to think of why . . . it had something to do with Brady and a church full of people, didn't it?
Chloe greeted Shawn and Belle with a huge smile. "Belle, you were so totally right about that outfit I bought at Salem Place yesterday. I mean, how uncool would it have been if I had actually gone for that unhip shell pink skirt instead of the awesome warm rose pink? I mean, hello? Fashion disaster."
"Totally," responded Belle.
For the first time, Shawn noticed that Belle's hair was pulled into a set of uneven pig tails. Just as he was reaching out to touch his girlfriend's blonde locks, Chloe grabbed his hand.
"Oh, and Shawn, you were totally right, too! I mean, yeah, your compromise was so way cool."
"My compromise?"
"Uh, yeah! You know, the one to keep cutie-putie Philip and hottie-wottie Brady from going like psycho on each other. Yep, it's working out awesome being with Brady on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday and shacking up with Philly on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday." Leaning in close to her pal, Chloe whispered, "Of course, I'm still free on Sunday, so maybe we could do a little shacking up of our own."
Shawn nervously cleared his throat and jumped four feet back with a single leap. The locker that had been behind him had mysteriously disappeared. Yet, that really didn't seem too strange.
And, like the row of hot pink lockers, Philip and Chloe had also disappeared. Left alone with Belle, Shawn asked the question that had been weighing on his mind for quite some time. "If we weren't together, you wouldn't hook up with Zach would you?"
Belle began to unattractively laugh like a hyena before transforming back into her usual demeanor. "Um, no! Totally not. I mean, have you seen that dork?"
As if on cue, Zach Wesley began to shuffle awkwardly down the hallway. His normally gelled hair was matted down against his forehead, and he was sporting a pair of pink horn-rimmed glasses that matched his sweater vest.
Zach released a shy snort as he passed by Belle. He offered her a sheepish smile while gently pushing his glasses to a more comfortable position on his face. When Belle gave him a rather disgusted look, the former hunk lowered his head and began act distracted by flipping through his pink notebook.
Belle rolled her eyes and commented, "Ugh, I cannot believe that Kevin Lambert's long lost brother actually looked at me like that. Doesn't he know that I'm dating the school hunk – the guy that every girl in the school wants because he is so incredibly smart and sexy and gorgeous and witty and muscular and . . .
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Next-door at the Black home, Mrs. Brady Black fitfully tossed in her own bed.
Chloe rolled over in the king-sized bed and nestled closer to Brady. She kept her eyes closed until she became increasingly annoyed by a bothersome humming. Opening her eyes, she realized that Brady had somehow gotten out of bed and dressed himself while she had her eyes closed. And, that horrendous humming sound was coming from his lips.
Before Chloe could even begin to analyze the situation, Brady began to sing as he walked toward what appeared to be the bedroom door.
Oh, Why you look so sad?
The tears are in your eyes
Come on and come to me now
But don't be ashamed to cry
Let me see you through . . .
Chloe quickly grabbed an oddly handy robe from a nearby chair. Wrapping the soft material around her body, she hurriedly ran after her husband. Following his retreating figure down the stairs, Chloe trailed after him as he slipped out a door.
Even as he disappeared outside, she could still hear his singing.
I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
Following Brady through the French doors, Chloe realized that they had apparently moved into a house that was adjacent to the park where the gazebo was located.
Approaching the work of wooden craftsmanship, Chloe saw that Brady had lain down on a nearby bench to take a nap. Sitting inside the gazebo playing cards were Philip, Shawn, Zach, and Jason.
"Philip," Chloe greeted. "I'm glad I ran into you. I really wanted to make sure that you're okay. I know that it hurt to let me go to Brady. So, if you could just tell me how you're doing, I would feel much better."
In a singing voice, Philip answered, "I try not to think about what might have been . . . Cause that was then . . . And we've taken different roads . . . We can't go back again, there's no use giving in . . . And there's no way to know . . . What might have been"
Finally sensing that the situation was just a little odd, Chloe hesitantly answered, "Ooo-kay. Well, that's reassuring. So, things are okay with us?"
"We could sit and talk about this all night long . . . And wonder why we didn't last . . . Yes, they might be the best days we will ever know . . . But we'll have to leave them in the past."
Scrunching her face up, Chloe replied, "Yeah, I get that – I just want to make sure you're okay. So, just answer me: are you okay?"
Still using his singing voice, Philip responded, "That same old look in your eyes . . . It's a beautiful night . . . I'm so tempted to stay . . .But too much time has gone by . . . We should just say goodbye . . . And turn and walk away"
Watching Philip walk away, Chloe shook her head with confusion. "I'll take that as a maybe." Without invitation, Chloe sat down where Philip had been and took over his place in the card game.
"So, Jason, how are things going with you? I hope you didn't get into too much trouble over that singing-thing at school."
While Chloe searched her hand for a card to lay down in their game of Rummy, Jason declared he had a royal flush. Scooping up all the poker chips, he finally answered, "I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt . . . So sexy it hurts. . . And I'm too sexy for Milan, too sexy for Milan . . . New York and Japan"
"Yeah, well what does that have to do with getting in trouble at school?"
"And I'm too sexy for your party . . . Too sexy for your party . . . No way I'm disco dancing."
"No one asked you to dance!" Chloe angrily declared. "Besides, I'm not even having a party."
Jason haphazardly threw the chips back down on the playing table before singing, "I'm a model you know what I mean . . . And I do my little turn on the catwalk . . . Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah . . . I shake my little touché on the catwalk . . ."
Chloe rolled her eyes with added drama as Jason strutted off into the nearby gardens. "Ugh, what do girls see in him?" Now left with only Shawn and Zach, Chloe turned her attention to Craig's younger brother. "So, Zach, will you at least fill me in on what happened with Principal Cohen? Also, did anything else happen between Jason and Mimi?"
Zach took a quick puff on his oversized cigar. Then, in the voice of someone who had been smoking for several decades, he sang, "It's a heartache . . . Nothing but a heartache . . . Hits you when it's too late . . . Hits you when you're down . . ."
"Oh? Do you think things are that bad?"
"It's a fool's game . . . Nothing but a fool's game . . . Standing in the cold rain . . . Feeling like a clown . . ."
As Zach stood and wandered off in the same general direction as Jason had, Chloe commented, "I can't quite pinpoint why, but I get the feeling that something weird is going on. How about you, Shawn?"
Like the others, he sang his response, "When you're down and troubled . . . and you need a helping hand . . . and nothing, whoa nothing is going right . . . Close your eyes and think of me . . . and soon I will be there . . . to brighten up even your darkest nights."
Chloe shook her head with frustration. "That's it – get out of here. You're acting as loopy as the others."
Shawn merely shrugged before walking away. As he disappeared into the garden, he sang, "Hey now, all you've got to do is call . . . Lord, I'll be there, yes I will . . . You've got a friend . . ."
The card game long forgotten, Chloe decided to go and wake Brady. Just as she was about to step out of the gazebo, she noticed Jason Masters walking past her. For no real reason, she reached out and grabbed his arm and demanded, "Where are you going now?"
"Gonna find my baby, gonna hold her tight . . . Gonna grab some afternoon delight . . . My motto's always been 'when it's right, it's right' . . . Why wait until the middle of a cold dark night? . . . When everything's a little clearer in the light of day . . . And we know the night is always gonna be there any way . . ."
Again, Jason carelessly wandered away from the gazebo and faded into the scenery. Chloe shook her head once more but still could not decide what exactly made the situation odd.
Deciding that worrying was a lost cause, Chloe turned to wake her sleeping husband. However, what she discovered was that he was wide awake and staring at her. As though he were floating on air, Brady crossed the distance between their bodies and pulled Chloe close to him.
In a whisper he sang, "You'll never know how much I really love you . . . You'll never know how much I really care . . . Listen . . . Do you want to know a secret . . . Do you promise not to tell, whoa oh, oh . . . Closer . . . Let me whisper in your ear . . . Say the words you long to hear . . . I'm in love with you . . . "
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Belle carefully made her way downstairs without bothering to turn on the lights. She cautiously trekked across the living room and toward the kitchen. As she prepared to enter, she was surprised to see a soft glow coming from under the door.
Peeking her head inside, Belle smiled. Seated at the table with a bowl of ice cream was her mother. It seemed that Belle wasn't the only one having difficulty sleeping. "Hi, Mom."
"Hello, sweetheart," greeted Marlena with her trademark smile that emitted both comfort and cheer. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah," answered Belle as she retrieved a bowl from the cabinet. Opening the freezer door, she continued, "I just had a really, really, really strange dream and couldn't go back to sleep."
Marlena waited until Belle had scooped out her own ice cream and sat down at the table before she asked, "Do you want to tell me about this dream?"
"Like I said, it was weird. I mean, it made no sense at all."
"So, it was more like a nightmare?" Marlena ventured.
Belle twirled the spoon between her fingers as she seriously thought over the theoretically simple question. "Not exactly. It wasn't really a bad dream – just one that was different from most of the ones I have."
"Tell me what happened," gently prodded Marlena.
Releasing a labored sigh, Belle dropped her spoon down beside her bowl. She smiled softly as she met her mother's expectant gaze. "Okay, but just remember I warned you that it was strange."
"I'll keep that in mind," Marlena said with soft chuckle.
"Alright, it started out normal. Shawn and I were walking into the Brady Pub. Anyway, we stepped inside and walked over to this booth where Mimi was sitting. I could see that she was sitting with some guy, but I couldn't see who, because he had his back to me and Shawn.
"Then, when we got up to the booth, I saw that it was Philip and I said hi to him and Mimi. And, here's where it gets weird. Philip wasn't Philip. I mean, he was, but he wasn't."
Seeing that her mother looked thoroughly confused, Belle explained, "In the dream I knew that it was Philip, and I didn't think anything was wrong. But, when I woke up, I realized that the guy couldn't have been Philip because he didn't look anything like him – he didn't even really act like Philip.
"So, then Shawn and Mimi offered to get some sodas from the counter. While they were gone, Philip started talking about how he shouldn't have kissed me because it would ruin our friendship."
Belle stopped her narrative for a brief moment to take a quick bite of her melting ice cream. "Honestly, how weird is that? I can't even imagine Philip kissing me. First of all, I like Shawn. Second, Philip just broke up with Chloe."
"I take it this dream gets even stranger?"
"Oh, yeah. Once Shawn and Meems got back to our booth, this guy and girl walk in. The guy was kinda cute and reminded me of a cross between Jason and Jeremy. Anyway, he and his red-headed sister marched over to our table. And, before I know what is happening, this guy is all over Mimi. Mom, it was totally disgusting.
"In the dream, this guy and girl were . . .Oh, God, this is going to sound so nuts . . . they were my long-lost brother and sister who I thought were from outer space.
"Then, Sami and Lucas walk in and are talking about Brady. Sami tells Lucas that Victor is going to have a coronary because Nicole and Brady have something going on!"
Marlena openly laughed at the purely zany aspect of her daughter's dream. "So, let me make sure I understand this correctly. In this dream, you and Shawn were together, but you kissed Philip – who wasn't really Philip. Then, your alien brother started kissing Mimi. And, your real brother – who is married to Chloe – was possibly having an affair with Nicole Walker – who is engaged to Victor. Is that right?"
"Yeah," laughed Belle. "How crazy would all that be?"
Disclaimer: I don't own any of characters seen on Days of our Lives – nor do I own the songs used. Those songs were: Sweet Dreams, I'll Stand By You, What Might Have Been, I'm Too Sexy, It's A Heartache, You've Got A Friend, Afternoon Delight, and Do You Want To Know A Secret.