Thankfully, my mother left the topic alone for a while. But that didn’t stop me from spending every moment thinking about it and cursing myself for not refusing the hypnosis. An hour or so later she told me that she’d called the school and told them that I wouldn’t be in today. “Why?” I asked. Apart from feeling a bit glum, I’m fine.
“Because you’re down in the dumps.” she replied. “And instead, I thought it might be nice to go and buy you the girl’s uniform… then you can wear it tomorrow.”
“You are joking… right?”
“Of course I am.” she grinned.
“Phew.”
“But if your dreams are anything to go by… that could be exactly what you want.” she added.
Adopting my most serious tone, I assured my mother that that’s the last thing I want. “They’re more like nightmares than dreams.” I gulped.
“Yes I suppose they could be.” she replied.
Mum left me at home when she popped back into town. She didn’t want me being seen since I’m supposedly ‘under the weather’ and off school. I didn’t want to go anyway. But when she returned I wished I had gone because the diary she’d bought me is more suited to the person in my dreams than it is me.
“I’m sorry but I couldn’t resist it.” my mother said when I expressed my disapproval. “It’s entirely appropriate when you think about it.” she grinned.
“I don’t want to think about that.” I moaned. “Did you take the cassette with you?” I asked.
“Yes. I listened to it again in the car.” she told me, before asking I’d wanted to listen to it whilst she was gone.
“No… I wanted to destroy it.” I told her.
“Well it’s a good job I took it with me than isn’t it?” she said, before informing me that it’s just a copy and she could get another one from the doctor if need be. I asked why she wanted to listen to it again and she said she was looking for clues as to ‘why’ I keep having my very strange dreams.
The next day I didn’t have anything to write in my diary. But I did go back to school. By the end of the week I’d put two entries in it… another school girl dream and one about going on holiday and loosing my case. “Can you remember what you wore on holiday?” Mum asked. I vaguely could and she suggested I write down what I could recall. I didn’t really want to but I did:
Thursday – Dreamt about going on holiday. Not sure where but somewhere sunny with a beach. Somehow I lost my case and had to borrow my sister’s clothes. At first it was just a pair of shorts and a T shirt. Then it was shorts and a strappy top. We went to the beach and I wore a swimming costume beneath my shorts and top. I was embarrassed to go in the water but eventually did. We sunbathed by the pool and I wore a bikini. I just wanted to wear the bottoms but was told I had to wear the top too. Last thing I recall was looking at my tan lines before waking up.
My mother smiled as she read my entry. “I think I prefer this to the school girl one.” she said. “It’s nice that you invented a sister to borrow from.”
“I’d have preferred a brother.” I dryly stated.