No. 83

Prompt: Author’s choice, author’s choice, Tell Me Your Dreams
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Desire didn't deal in dreams. He dealt in desires. But desires were similar to dreams. In the waking world, the cute girl at the bookstore who always seemed to linger a little too long in the graphic novel section became, in dreams, the vinyl-clad superheroine who was in love with the nerdy boy who was always picked last in PE. Sometimes Desire lingered on the edges of someone's mind while they slept and glimpsed what they saw while in her brother's realm, and she pondered. Should she ignite the spark of desire reciprocated in the girl? Or should he stoke the nerdy boy's desire from torch to forest fire? So one day, at the bookstore, where the boy was hiding behind a copy of Batman and sneaking looks at the girl of his dreams over the rim of a cup of coffee, Desire sat down opposite him and gazed into his eyes, searched his heart.

Tell me your dreams.