The Fairy Lipstick

The Fairy Lipstick

A Story by dw817
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She sighs and accepts the money. Silence, then the 3rd women in there laughs, Mere mortals playing with faery products, 'tis the end of the world ! They all laugh except for Caitlin who scowls at me.

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  Fairy Lipstick  

 

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The Fairy Lipstick
© July 2013 Written by David Wicker
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(one very tripped out dream I had early morning July 11th 2013)


 

This is a "school dream." I have had this recurring dream before - hundreds of times, where I am at Elementary, Middle, or High School and several things happen and they are always consistent.

[1] I will get into a fight with someone.
[2] There is a party of some kind, and I either cannot attend or arrive to it too late to enjoy it.
[3] I am failing the class or I am late to it or I cannot find it.

Outside of these similar elements, this particular dream was quite different, in that it centered around a little container of Lipstick I was gonna buy for Rose.

It started out as usually do where I am in class, failing, and I am in High School this time, if I look under my desk to find papers or what have you, I do not have the necessary materials for the class.

Well, it is the last day of school and there are bullies and one wants to fight me. I tell him I really don't wanna fight, but he insists. I say fine and look up, and there's a reason for this. I see several ceiling fans.

I say, "No, let's go outside."

The teacher is there, she says, "David, if you go out, you'll miss the party."

I know it's gonna be an awesome party but I also know I need to get this fight over with.

I tell her, it's okay, and then there's a split of me, one person stays at the party, and the other goes to the fight. We go outside the hall and I look up, there are sparking wires and lights. I sigh, I tell the bully we need to go further still.

He scoffs, "What, are you afraid ?"

Now, one thing I have done in dreams like this is I can take my fist and pound it once against the locker in the hall and the entire school building shakes for several long seconds, but I decide against this, no, we just need to not have so much confinement - cause I know what will happen if I don't plan this correctly.

Other bullies are following now, clearly thinking I am going to get beat up at this fight. Finally we enter the Gym and I move to one spot where the only thing above me is a tall skyline. This will do.

"Are you ready now ?" He growls getting a little impatient now.

Yah, this will do. I pick him up by the front of his shirt and sling him straight into the ceiling, at least 25-feet above me. He smashes into the skyline and comes back down hard with pieces of glass breaking everywhere.

I shake my head, I hate this, it's the same dream over and over again. I ask, "Are we done yet ?" I remember asking this several times.

He groans but says, "Not yet," then stands to punch at me, I easily dodge him. Then pick him up again and hurl him straight into the bleachers where the wood crunches all around him.

"Are we done yet ??" I'm yelling. One of the other bullies who has come to watch just stares with his mouth wide open.

There is a murmur of movement from the bleachers. Then an angry, "No !"

What ? No, we're not done yet. Okay, you asked for it. I pick him up turn him upside-down and smash his head into the hard concrete floor. He falls over and is breathing hard.

"Are we done now ?" No answer, we're done, good, maybe I still have time to make it to the party.

"I'm next !" a bigger guy behind me says.

I know how these dreams work and I've learned how to work through them considering how many times I've had it, I will eventually be fighting someone stronger than me and I'll die in my dream, but I don't want this.

"Maybe tomorrow ?" I offer, hoping he'll accept. He nods, yah tomorrow then.

Okay, so now I'm running as fast as I can back to class, and I'm swinging on the tops of the lights, jumping out windows, and running on all fours in the grass. Finally it seems like the school has taken on an antique appearance, as if some 'spell' has made it old.

I return back to the class but all the lights are out and there are a few candles lit.

"Was there a power out ?" I ask the teacher.

"No, David. We're just getting ready to head out for the day."

Then she says, "Can I see your pack ?"

Now the OTHER me apparently was packing up prizes and freebies while I was gone. It's just me now so I say, sure.

She opens it up and sees all kinds of girl products, hand lotions, perfumes, lipsticks, and other things. She starts to dump them out on the floor.

I say, "I'm sorry - I didn't mean to take so much, why don't you let me know what I can have as party favors, they're for Rose in any case."

"They're wuthless." a new voice says. I look and see now there are 4-women in the room, not entirely attractive, in their 40s, I guess my age to be 20 from this dream. And they are all wearing dark outfits and their voices suddenly have this odd accent to it - I'll try and remember how they did it.

"Well aren't all perfumes just a cover that hides the real beauty of a person inside ?" I ask.

"Smartee little boy you hayev here, Caitlin." she says. "Toop of the class is he ?"

"Don't encourage him, Eileen." Caitlin smirks back at her.

I look down at my shoes a bit, flushing from the praise. Eileen suddenly yells at me, "Heyyer, try this !"

And she tosses me from across the room a little container of what at first I thought was perfume but is apparently lipstick.

I notice a little silver ring at the bottom. "What's the ring for ?"

'So ye can attayech it to your keys boyee." Eileen says.

Oh. I look at it, the ring goes all the way through and the vial doesn't actually appear to have anything in it.

"It's empty." I say suddenly.

Eileen laughs and starts to walk toward me, apparently wanting to get a better look at my reaction, "Try actually operening it boyee."

I turn the ring, nothing happens. I then twist the top and see a red-beyond-velvet-violet-red bit peek out. And as I look there is a HUSH, like the snow is talking to you from the sky, the wind is whispering an intimate secret. A second of time is stretched into an hour, and it is majestic - with a perfect golden hum you can place your whole head inside.

I feel - thrilling. Is the best way to describe it. The teacher, Caitlin, next to me has apparently seen this look before and starts to snatch it from me when I quickly dab a small amount across the bridge of my nose, between my nostrils, just a tiny bit, no more than a centimeter and there is a thunderclap in my eyes.

I feel - in a way - I have never felt before. It was as if all the good feelings I have ever had in my life were all rolled up into one. As if the feeling of Christmas was something you could actually taste, your Birthday - was a wonderful hug from your parents long dead, and watching fireworks was music you could hear and sing to.

Augh, I stagger back a bit from the incredible feeling. Caitlin is there, "'tis not for moyertals to play with such witchery, I'll be taking that lipstick from ye now boyee." and she holds her hand out to me.

I raise up groggily, no, I must - I MUST have this ! Wow, whatta gift this would make for Rose ! I fumble for my wallet and pull out a $5 bill handing it to her. "How much is it ?" I ask.

She shakes her head, "'tis not for sale boyee, ye saw what harpened ! Be glad yore not bewitched bine it."

The feeling I had from that tiny tiny dab across my nose shudders through me. I must have this ! I reach out and put two more $5's in her hand.

"It's $15 or $20, whichever you want." I say finally, then I put the lipstick in my pocket hoping to seal the deal.

She sighs and accepts the $20. There is a moment of silence, then the 3rd women in there speaks.

"Meeyer moyertals playing with faery prooducts, 'tis the ennned of the worreld I tell yas !"

Eileen laughs at her, "Oh Fiona, yore such a tease !"

They laugh, all except Caitlin who is still scowling at me.

Finally I ask, "Is there a box that goes with it ?"

"Aye," Eileen reaches in her dress and tosses me a little box to put the lipstick in. I start to do so but can't read it. It's got squirrelly writing all over it.

I hand it to Caitlin and ask politely, "Can you read this ?"

Yes, she mutters, she starts speaking in an even stranger dialect, then thrusts the box back at me.

"What does it say ?" I ask her.

"Deesireh, that'll all you be needs to knowing."

I bite my lip, "So if I want to purchase more of these - fairy products, how can I reach you ?"

"You'll be haen no moore I promise you that !" she yells at me.

OK, now I'm a little angry. "Look, my sister makes stuff too, soaps and candles, and she's Wiccan !"

If I thought that would gain respect it was far from. All four witch-women laugh. Eileen giggles, "Moyertals playing nursery games now is it !"

I grimace, "Well look, they have these rituals -

Caitlin still unamused interrupts me, "boyee, you woonch know a reeal ritual e'en if it bit yer on yer bum."

Fiona and Eileen break into new peals of laughter. She huffs angrily, but Eileen points to me teasingly.

"Oh gowan Caitlin, let the boy have his fun with thee product, would be foon to watch I darent say !"

I deflate a bit. Apparently being wiccan is nothing to these real witches. I finally mutter, "Well she gives libations to the Earth."

All humor stops and Caitlin gets closer to me. She has these beautiful blue eyes but a very plain and old face with wrinkles.

"Explayen to me these liye-eebations boyee." Caitlin demands quietly.

I'm silent and a little afraid now.

"Go on." Eileen encourages and gets to the side of me to listen.

I nod, "Well, she takes wine in a cup, (and I motion with my hands) like a chalice, and - well - she pours it onto the Earth. (I tip my hand over completely) We all do."

There is a gasp from Caitlin and even the others look shocked.

Caitin who was holding a hand to her chest suddenly swings it down angrily, and as she does so a streak of fire is seen, easy to see as it is so dark in here.

Then she wails, "Oh silly chiyeld, ye noor knows what you done-ing !"

I'm confused now and ask, "How bad can it be ?"

Just then there is a rumble of thunder above me and it seems as if clouds are forming directly in the school classroom.

I am frightened so I wake up - end of dream ...


DREAM ENDS



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That's some complex dream. It's gotta mean something. They all do.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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dw817

10 Years Ago

Darnit, I did it again. Anyways,
The school part I understand. I guess I'll be dreaming about .. read more
Oh my..really liked it;) It was different from the other stories I've read so far..loved how he handled the bully..I was a bullies' victim before high school and I never had someone on my side.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

dw817

10 Years Ago

You and me both, Mate. I remember just sitting down and covering up my head when I knew I was going .. read more

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