It was night in the dream. Night and cold. It took a minute for Jon to re-orient himself; only when he saw Zoe standing on the hilltop did he remember that he was in her dream.
This frightened him a bit, since the on previous day's excursion he had instantly recognized the dream for what it was. What would happen to him if he spent the whole dream not clued into where he was? Would he be at the mercy of Zoe's subconscious?
Jon shook his head. All hypothetical. He needed to focus on where he was, not where he could be.
Zoe stood above him on a hill, illuminated in the moonlight. He had anticipated a brighter scene, but realized he couldn't expect things to change so quickly after only one dream. She was dressed in a long black dress, but as he approached her he realized that there was something different. Instead of painting her face using her usual gothic colours, she had pink lipstick on, blush and eyeliner. Her eyes were closed as she enjoyed the night breeze, making her look very peaceful.
There was a howl, and a wolf trotted from the other side of the hill, sitting at her feet. She opened her eyes and looked down at it.
"Hello, love," she sighed.
The wolf looked up at her, then suddenly morphed into a tall man, looking both rugged and elegant at the same time. He took her into his muscular arms, dipped her backwards and kissed her deeply.
Jon chuckled. He had never seen his sister taken by romance, yet here she was living out a very romantic fantasy, one that was probably shared by many girls her age. Still, Jon thought, it is a bit dark.
Wanting to reinforce the adjustments he began the night before, he stepped forward, coming right behind his sister, and whispered in her ear.
"Night is very romantic, but you like it better in the daytime."
Suddenly the sun came up, chasing every shadow away. Jon, even in the dream, could feel the warmth of it on his face. He noticed how dreary the landscape was, even in the light. He would have to change that. He leaned close to his sister's ear again, and quietly whispered again, so as to not disturb her romantic interlude.
"You love nature. Everything alive and thriving is the your ideal."
The ground sprouted grass, the trees grew leaves. Birds began to sing. Rabbits and deer pranced around the hillside. The air smelled fresh.
This is more like it, Jon thought, taking his eyes off of his sister momentarily to enjoy the view. A warm sunny day in a beautiful prairie. He couldn't help but smile. When he looked back to Zoe, she was still in the throws of passion, but things were changing. He noticed that her dress was shimmering, and beginning to vanish. His clothes too, were vanishing off of him.
This was NOT what Jon had in mind! The last thing he wanted to do was spend time in a wet dream of his sister's, having to watch her have sex!
Wasting no time he leaned in, speaking in a normal voice now, and said, "Zoe, this guy is not your style. You want him to go away."
Zoe's clothes instantly reappeared, and she immediately pulled herself away from the man. The look on her made-up face was disgust.
"Get away from me, you pig!"
"But, my love..." he began.
"But nothing! Get out of here! You disgust me!"
She turned away from her former lover, faced Jon and seemed to look right through him. The man faded away behind her, leaving her standing alone on the hill (since she seemed to not notice her brother).
Zoe noticed the sun and took a deep breath of clean air. She sighed. A smile crept onto her face. "What a lovely day," she muttered as she kicked off her boots and she walked barefoot down the hill, enjoying the grass on her feet.
"Zoe, you love being in nature. Today has turned out so well that you want to suntan. You are wearing your string bikini," Jon laughed as he spoke. It was like he was a god in her dreams, causing anything wanted to happen without limits.
On cue, Zoe's dress was replaced by a black (old habits are hard to break, he guessed) string bikini that barely covered her massive breasts (she had giant dream boobs). A towel appeared on the ground and she lay down on it, enjoying the warmth on her pale body.
Just when he was about to say something else, the world grew dark and he found himself waking up.
