CHAPTER FOUR: Dreams
Lily tossed and turned as she dreamt of James and all of her experiences of him. She remembered first meeting him in their first year, and immediately being repulsed. She dreamt of every time he had most angered her, or made the biggest impression on her. She most vividly remembered their encounter on the train earlier that night. When she woke up she was embarrassed to have been dreaming of him, even though it had not been particularly romantic. Any dreams of James were unpleasant to say the least.
One room away James was having ridiculous fantasies of Lily as he dreamt. 'Oh James I have realized you are a real hunk, but not only that, I love your humor and wit as well. Oh James, I love you too!' Dream-Lily cried as she began to passionately kiss him. He dreamt a few different scenarios, each time ending in a heated snog session. She quite often wore nothing but a skimpy schoolgirl outfit, which in his mind was nothing but an idealized Lily, studious but very very sexy. When he woke up, he blushed to think of some of the detail his dreams had ventured into, and cursed himself for being so foolish.
While she slept in the Ravenclaw dorm room, Claire had dreams of Remus. He was so funny, but not nearly as mean as James. She had a dream that they were flying on a magic carpet together. She suddenly realized Peter too was on their carpet with them. He had always seemed like a nice person, and Claire dreamt she had a very pleasant conversation with him. She suddenly realized the hat he was wearing resembled something very much like an arse. She woke up confused and a little disgusted. Ugh. Who the hell wears arse-hats?
Kyrié was dreaming about Lucius. He was really quite horrid to Lily and Claire, who were both muggle-born, but she couldn't help but wish that his jokes were a little less mean. She dreamt that he was very civil, and that his cold face was nicely complimented by a rarely shown smile. He also enjoyed wearing makeup. He smiled patiently at her as she applied eyeliner to his pale lids. Then she delicately put on his lipstick. She woke up smiling at how fortunate her dream-self was.
Phoebe dreamt of James and Lily. To her, the hopeless romantic, it seemed that Lily should give James a chance. In the dream, Lily eventually began to see the good side of James, at it slowly emerged. He turned out to be a very nice person, as Phoebe had always hoped. Sirius as well turned out to be quite charming. Dream-Phoebe became quite fortunate when Sirius told her he loved only her, and tight leather trousers. As Phoebe reluctantly ascended from the dream world, she was very happy for herself even though it was a dream. When she remembered she had dreamt about Lily and James she wondered if it really ever would come to pass. She really hoped that James would shape up, and Lily would get to know him (and maybe love him), but was filled with a sense of forbidding.
Remus was also dreaming about James and Lily, but saw a very different ending. Their constant bickering kept on, and James's genius plan to seduce Lily failed miserably, as Sirius had prophesized. Then again, Dream-James's plan had been to walk about with no shirt on. Lily continued to hate James, and eventually pushed him into a vat of bubotuber puss, and everyone stood around watching. As Remus awoke, an early bird as always, he felt a little disturbed by his prediction.
Peter dreamt he was James's best friend. Sirius and Remus still tagged along, but he and James were the real leaders of the Marauders. All the girls fancied them, and all the boys envied them. James and Peter. Peter and James. Nobody could get enough. No longer was he the extra, he was the thing itself. Peter awoke with a severe sense of loss. Why was it only a dream?
Sirius dreamed he was in the middle of a group of gorgeous girls duffing each other up over him, and it included a lot of pinching. Eventually there was a pillow fight, and the girls ended up deciding they could all share him. When Sirius awoke, he thought nothing at all odd about his dream.