In the midst of all the celebrations,
something was troubling Hialee. Nothing that she could put her finger on, but there was SOMETHING...well, maybe not wrong, exactly, but ...

Hialee wandered off past the trees and into the clearing where the old well had once been. She had not seen it herself, of course, but she certinally had heard stories of those days.
"Just what am I trying to remember?" she murmered to herself.
She sat down by the old well site, closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Hialee began to dream....as when all dreamers are in the ether, faerie dust surrounded her sleep, protecting her from interruption.....

she dreamed of the early takeovers of the fallen governments, how the women, suddenly genetically more robust than men, simply threw men out of the Pentagon, melted guns with a single glance, caused hidden microphones to spontaneously combust and destroy the immediate surroundings; and certain women were endowed with the mysterious kinetic power to make a Johnson work on her command only, never the man's command. It was a new day for civilization.

And through it all, her true love stood watch over her, looking at her gently breathing, loving every curve of her delicate frame....

Been shining up me pipes, and tuning me brays,
for when you are in dreamland
the fae will come to play!!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
For you will not hear us,
we plays when you're a sleeping.
Quiet as a bedbug,
in we come'a creepin.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
We fill your dreams with
Faerie Kisses
and
Moonwinks
from on high,
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
and wishes for
a lifetime of
!! Happiness and Light !!


!! ThE PooKa AwAiTs !!