Dreams Don't Count Read Free

put me into argument
mode. Damned if I was going to let him win just because he was
probably right.
     
    "Do you have any proof that it is possible?" he
countered. "Or any idea how it would even work?"
     
    "No, but I totally can," I said.
     
    "How?"
     
    "Easy. Magenta. Make sure you remember that."
     
    "What? That doesn't even... what?"
     
    I smirked at his confusion, but also at how
distracted I'd gotten him. He hadn't even noticed how I'd been
working at untying his shirt from my wrists until I had already
slipped one of my hands free. He gave me a disbelieving look as I
lunged at him.
     
    ****
     
    The more I thought about it, the more I tried to
convince myself there was no way Tyler and I were having shared
dreams. It was a silly idea. And yet... it would explain a lot
about the dreams, like why we were both there every time and why
neither of us had much control over them.
     
    It didn't really matter what I thought though,
because at least now I had a way of determining the truth, and I
was actually quite pleased with my sleeping self for having come up
with it. All I had to do was talk to my brother when I saw him at
breakfast.
     
    Tyler was already there when I made it down, and so
was mom which almost made me chicken out since it made the
necessary conversation far less private than I wanted. However,
there was nothing that needed to be said that would alert her to
anything she shouldn't know about.
     
    "Hey Ty?" I said.
     
    "Yeah?" he replied, giving me a funny look as I sat
down at the table.
     
    "Gimme a colour."
     
    He stared at me for far too long as I tried to act
unconcerned.
     
    "Magenta," he said finally.
     
    Mom looked at us both like we were crazy, and to an
extent we must have been. It could have been pure coincidence that
he picked that colour, sure, but it was highly unlikely. That's why
I'd picked magenta to begin with; it wasn't a colour I'd expect him
to pick randomly. If I needed further confirmation, the expression
on his face made it pretty clear he was thinking the exact same
thing I was thinking.
     
    Obviously we couldn't discuss the issue too much
further with mom sitting right there, that would have been asking
for trouble even if we were subtle about it. In order to get out of
what I expected to be a fairly awkward meal, I grabbed some toast
and went back to my room instead of sitting at the table like
usual.
     
    I decided that, even if it drove me crazy to wait all
day, it might be better to wait and talk to my brother during our
dream that night. Now that I knew it was actually him and not some
figment of my imagination, it made sense to take advantage of the
complete privacy we'd have. There was a reasonable chance yelling
might be involved.
     
    ****
     
    "This is seriously fucked up," I said.
     
    "Like you need to tell me," Tyler said.
     
    We were standing a safe distance apart in the dream
room, neither of us really sure how to proceed.
     
    "I can't believe you actually wanted to touch my
boobs," I said. "But I guess at least that makes you the perv and
not my own subconscious."
     
    "Hey, you let me do it, don't put it all on me. We
both thought we were just having weird recurring dreams. I just
wanted to get something out of it is all."
     
    "Uh huh, and how long exactly have you wanted to 'get
something' from me?"
     
    "I swear, if I'd known it was you, I never would have
done that. You're my sister for fuck's sake. Do you even understand
how bad I feel about it now?"
     
    "Not bad enough."
     
    I was probably being too hard on him, honestly. He'd
just wanted some boobies, and I couldn't really blame him for that.
Deep down, I knew part of my anger was actually at myself for the
reactions I'd had to the situation, and I was purposefully
misdirecting it.
     
    "Well, I'm sorry, okay?" Tyler said. "I promise I
won't do anything like that again."
     
    "Whatever," I said.
     
    We tried to ignore each other for a while, but there
really wasn't much to do and I soon got