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tirade. He could see her stance change as soon as she understood she had control of the situation. Her hands went to her hips as she took a more aggressive posture before him, and her pink halter top changing into dark leather with shiny silver spikes protruding from assorted places in it. Yet, somehow the thick leather seemed to hug every curve of her body revealing even more of it than the thin material it replaced.
     
    A quick check revealed that whatever colored shorts she'd been wearing had been replaced by skin tight spiked leather pants as well, ending in impossibly high flaming red high heels. She was definably someone to die for.
     
    “Who I am with is none of your business.” She started as she now began to wave her finger under his chin. He wasn't sure how she could do that, as the heels she wore surely should have made her tower above him, and yet she was still her normal height. The absurdity of dreams were always a wonder, he couldn't help but think
     
    “If you cared at all before, why didn't you stop me from leaving? Huh? Answer me that?” She now resorted to poking him in the chest, which Brian was surprised could be so painful.
     
    “Wait a minute.” He interrupted her as what she said started to sink in. “You said that you had to go.” A flash of anger rose up in him, he couldn't believe that she could even say that.
     
    She paused, and looked a bit startled that he had answered her. It was almost as if she didn't know he was real. Of course, why should she? It was her dream, and as far as he knew, she was never aware of his presence here. Was she acting out her real feelings here, he wondered? Or was this just another dream-induced fantasy of hers?
     
    Even so, this was the first chance he had gotten in quite a while to actually talk to her, and he wasn't about to let it pass by without speaking his mind as well.
     
    “Heather.” He grabbed her hands as she started to look as if she might flee. “The last thing I ever wanted was to let you go,” he said pleadingly, as he tried to catch her eyes. He was sure now as she tugged at his hands that she would leave if he let go of them.
     
    “I only wanted to give you what you wanted me to. Please, Heather. I need you back in my life.” He said, still trying to catch her eyes.
     
    When he said those words, she paused in her struggles and finally turned her eyes up to him. They were clear blue and filled like a deep ocean with tears she struggled to contain.
     
    “I wish that was true, Brian.” She said as a lone tear escaped from her control and quickly ran down her face.
     
    “It is true.” He pleaded. A part of him died, seeing the torment he caused in her struggling to be set free.
     
    “No...you're not real!” She shouted and tore her hands from his. “You're just a stupid dream.”
     
    Brian watched as tears began to burst from her eyes her face disappeared from view behind her gloved hands. It was then that Brian noticed that her cloths had changed again. They were no longer the dark black leather with spikes. Instead they were a white baby’s jumper, that was covered in sad teddy bears. Her hands to her feet were completely covered in it
     
    Now the ball was in his court. Did he tell her the truth and hope that she believed him? Would she believe him? He wasn't sure any sane person would. Then again, even if she did believe him now, would she after she woke? The whole dilemma was insane. He was damned if he told her, and quite possibly damned if he didn't.
     
    What choice did he have? The woman, quite literally of his dreams, had just confessed in a sense that she had feelings for him. At least that’s what he thought she meant, and if there was any chance that it was true, he had to act now.
     
    “Heather, listen to me.” He said in as soothing a voice as he could, reaching as tenderly as possible for her.
     
    “No! You're not real!” She shouted again without looking at him.
     
    “Yes, Heather, I am.” He