Jon lay his head on his pillow. The room was dark, and he knew it wouldn't be long before he fell asleep. Making sure to not be too loud, he said the name of the person whose dream he wanted to enter.
"Zoe Gibson," he said with a smile, then, "One sheep, two sheep, three sheep..."
By the time he hit ten sheep, he was completely asleep.
It seemed that he was instantly thrust into the dream, though in the real world it was at least an hour, as Zoe had stayed awake reading longer than Jon. He was standing in a large stone chamber lit by candles. The ceilings were so high and it was so murky in the room that he could only guess how far up they went. There was a tall oak door on one side of the room, and a window on the other. In the middle of the room there was a four poster bed, and on it lay Zoe. She was dressed in a long black dress, combing the hair of a doll that was dressed exactly as she was.
As she combed, the hair on the doll got longer and longer. Jon noticed that Zoe's hair seemed to match the growth. Soon his sister's hair had draped itself all over the bed, and was beginning to cover the floor. It grew and grew, right over his feet, until it reached the walls and began to climb like vines.
The air seemed to shimmer momentarily, and instead of being a room with a bed, Zoe was in a classroom. There were other students in the room, all of whom had their desks covered with Zoe's long hair. The teacher, standing at the front of the classroom began to speak.
"Zoe Gibson, what is the meaning of this?"
Zoe stood up, a look of fear crossed her face. "I don't know what you mean, ma'am."
"Why have you come into my classroom in such a state! You should be ashamed of yourself!"
The air shimmered around Zoe and she was now standing in her underwear. All the other students began to point and laugh at her. Zoe turned bright red under their gaze.
This whole time Jon was standing at the back of the room wondering if he could affect the outcome of her dream. He decided to act, and stepped forward, coming right behind his sister.
"It's alright, you're fully dressed," he whispered in her ear, assuringly. Almost magically, her dress reappeared and the kids stopped laughing. The teacher turned back to the chalkboard and began to write gibberish in white chalk.
Jon leaned in again and whispered, "Your hair is normal length." Her hair seemed to crawl back into her head as quickly as it had grown. How far could he take this?
"You're not a goth," came the next test. Her dress changed from a long flowing goth style to a long flowing flower-print dress. It was cute, but old fashioned, even having a bow tied around it's waist.
"You are a cheerleader." Her hair turned blond, her outfit morphed into a cheerleading outfit, one that he was sure she'd seen around the school, although he was pretty sure that it was showing more cleavage than it did in real life. Maybe this was how Zoe saw cheerleaders.
"You love being this way." A smile formed on Zoe's pink painted lips. The room shimmered, and now they were standing in a field watching a football practice. Zoe was hopping up and down, cheering for the team, trying to catch the eye of the quarterback. She performed feats of gymnastic style that he was sure were inhuman, but that was the nature of the dream, he guessed. After watching this display for a few minutes, the world started to go black, and he woke up.
It was a bright morning. Jon didn't feel the least bit tired, although he thought that maybe he should, since it felt like he was conscious all night. He wondered if his changes to Zoe's dream life had made any affect on her in the real world. He couldn't wait to see her that morning.
