Introduction

Dreams, the most mysterious of all things in our world. They make us laugh, make us cry and in a dream anything is possible. Yet what if the world of Dreams, where we wonder as we sleep, was a plane on which others could be reached. What if two dreamers, alike and different in heart and mind could be brought together in a wonderful moment in earthly time.

The Story

Liam awoke as he always did, at the exact same spot and time as he normally did. Just when the dream starts getting good, he thought, realising his own excitement as he turned on the lamp and lit a cigerette. I'm not a smoker he thought, yet every night at the same time he lit a f**. It wasn't that he was boring, he hated people ruled by routine. Here i am, he thought somewhat bitterly. I mean honestly, how the hell do you explain to anyone your having the same recuring dream every bloody night, about the same gorgeous girl you've never met anf want to shag every night and furthermore you have nothing to show for it but morning wood. Who wouldn't, i mean she grinded on him in a way and sa way and spoke in a way uncommon, it made him gag for it. Despite himself Liam laughed. It was pay day today, that meant going out and it ment going out on the pull as he and his friends like to say.

Somewhere else in the same city a girl had also awoken, the dream was the same ever night. Amy yawned, rubbing her eyes in a way that even the most hard hearted of pricks would find incredibly cute. Amy hated cute, she also hated waking up at 5am every morning. She always remembered that the guy she dreamt about felt rather big through those jeans. No wonder the guy in the dream had such a head on him, what i wouldn't give she thought, to deflate that guys ego. She smiked, it was just a dream, she remembered liking the guy and being in a club but she always woke before the encounter ended. Did they leave together? Did she do the things she said she would? Would he really do THAT to her? Or would tonights night out be the same, boring flirty guys with no personality and even little flare.

Liam was out of his tree around 10pm, pre party Jack Daniels with ice tended to have that effect on most people when drunk half a bottle at a time. By 12pm, after a sneak coke when his mates were too busy with the nearest barbi they were playing with, he was sobering up. The jeans and T shirt clung a little in the warmth, "rearranging himself" in public was maddeningly tempting. The music was a heart beat, a pulse that ran through the room and seemingly gave new life to all with in it. The lights that gave ordinary people mystery, gave their skin and hair colours and tones that they were robbed in the cruel sun and light of day. Suddenly Liam felt a sudden sense of deja vu, i don't beleive in dreams or any of that-

Liams thoughts were cut short, as he stood in shock, mesmerised by the beutiful and familar girl he saw accross the room. Liam swore inwardly, for the first time in his life, he felt somewhat more convinced that some things were indeed fated. I hope, he thought, i sincerly hope i don't get Whisky d**k.

Amy was dancing, at a similar time, with her best friend and lovably ditzy Michelle. Amy looked bemused, Michelle just dripped sex, and all the guys came sniffing to see what they could get. Sometimes she would indulge them other times not, yet few of the guys noticed the pretty yet quiet Amy despite her intense dark eyes, flawless pale skin. If the guys were creeps she would be Michelle's back up and Michelle always returned the favour.

"Chelle," she shouted in her best friends ear, "I'm getting a drink, i'll bring you one cos i owe you from last time." Michelle winked, smiled and carried on grinding on the nearest "action man" to try his luck. Amy held some contempt for "action men" but oh well, pricks will always be pricks. As she walked over to the bar, she stopped short. A man, tall and somewhat rougishly handsome was staring at her intently, a strange gleam in his eye. Normally Amy would have gone over and asked the guy what the hell he was doing, she did neither. A strange smile, uncertain but with recognition played on Amy's face as her own eyes filled with wonder.

They walked, as they did in the dream, across to each other than there began a beutiful romance, a constant battle of ego and wit and a dream come true...

The Roleplay

Liam and Amy are in love, yet constantly at war. The two lovers battled each other ever day. What was for tea? Who did the washing up? Why was Liam so selfish? Why was Amy so harsh? It was a loving battle between Liams's sun like ego, he was that star which all things relied upon and revolved around. Amy's whip like wit and ego smashing humour, to counter this, Liam loved her so he should learn a little humlity. Who will win? Will there ever be a winner, or will the two remain the same in their lives of love, sex and daily world wars. You can decide.