You know when you just have a dream that affects you so hardcore that you think about it all day? That you wish you'd never woken up from it, that you could keep existing in the dream or coming back to it every night? Well, I had one of the best dreams ever last night. Sam (aka Locketylover_bunny) decided to buy me a surprise present of epic proportions. It started out like this (sorry for the bad writing; Unnie is still not well and is trying to write everything down before she forgets):

A submarine trip to an undisclosed place where, when we got off the ship, Sam and I and a few others had to walk quite awhile and several stairs to reach a building. The whole time I didn’t know what was going on, where we were, or why we were there (though Sam did). When we got into the building there were several people making out and I could tell that it was a place where public was encouraged—so I thought she brought me to some kind of brothel (she had already paired herself off with some guy she came with who she already knew). It was kinda low-budget for the most part, though not necessarily trashy. I don’t really know how else to explain it. Maybe like a midrate bar or something, or a party at someone’s house that got a little crazy.

Anyway, there was a guy who resembled Minho, but not that attractive, and I figured then she brought me there to sleep with him—that the place was a place where you could hire look-a-likes or whatever. I wasn’t really interested. But I kept going down the stairs (there were a lot of people there) into this expansive, expensive-looking lobby where people were sitting on couches (a much better feel to it than the previous place upstairs). I still didn’t know what I was doing there, but the people were really friendly. Some staff member brought me some paperwork to fill out, which I did, and slowly I started to understand more where I was. Where I thought I was applying for a Minho look-a-like, I began to realize that the place was a dream manufacturer (like Inception), and you had to put very specific details about yourself and what you wanted on the form so they could recreate both you and your fantasy in dream form.

Jonghyun was there, sitting behind a round desk, and I could tell then that he was some sort of owner/manager of the thing; and that many people requested contrived fantasies with him. I went up to meet him, saying very nervously, “I’m a big fan of SHINee; it’s really awesome to meet you,” or something like that.

He was very underwhelmed and shook my hand with little interest, but replied, “So who are you here for? Who do you want?” To which I answered, partly because I felt guilty saying ‘Minho’ for multiple reasons, “My friend brought me here. I don’t really know what I’m doing…”

I felt like he was already writing me off as some fangirl but when I said that last thing, he only seemed to judge me more.

“Another one who doesn’t know what they’re asking for? Jeez. This is bad for the business,” he said, or something like that. He seemed upset. He didn’t stay long after that, and I sat back down feeling like I’d done something wrong.

About forty minutes passed or so before I got called back; in the mean time, I noticed a lot of happy people. In fact, everyone was happy. Content. I knew that they were getting ready to live out fantasies that they had, fantasies that they came to recreate on a regular basis; these people were repeat customers. Some of them were there to see loved ones who’d passed away; some were there simply to escape their y realities. When the nice worked called me back she started adjusting various materials to suit my dream-making. The place was really nice; you could tell it made a lot of money and I knew then that it had cost Sam a lot to get me this appointment.

The worker had a big candle and a basin of oil that said “Choi Minho” on it, and other such things that were “Minho” orientated, and when I asked her what that was for she said it was his scent, and for the popular fantasies, they always used celebrities’ scents to aid the sensory stimulation. She then asked me what I wanted in the dream, going down a list of what she was reading on my application: “So, do you want a lunch date, a casual run-in, or just pure ?”

I blushed. “All of these?”

We laughed.

"Some people just like the more dirty stuff," she smiled. "And some people like to keep it innocent. But it's up to you."

“Um… I just want to meet him. I want him to fall for me,” I say, “and then I want it to lead into ual things romantically.” I was afraid she would tell me that I couldn’t do all that in my hour appointment and that I’d have to come back for a second or third visit for the rest. But she just marked something down and said okay. I was also afraid that if it was ual, that I would in my sleep and they would see it, or that it would show up on the EKG machine or whatever else they had me wired to. Then I added: “But I don’t want to be me. I mean, I do, but can you make it that I’m half-Japanese? And that we can communicate well? And that I don’t wear glasses? And that… I’m happy? I want to be someone he’d like…” (clearly, my insecurities at play). She thought it over a second and then nodded like she was doing an extra favor, finally agreeing.

There were a lot of other things she did to get it ready, but whatever sleep-inducing dream stuff they had to do worked; I started dreaming right away, (an actual dream within a dream!). We met at college or something like that, and the dream seemed to span several weeks if not months. We started a friendship very casually and slowly, until I could tell that he was beginning to have feelings for me.  The rest was kind of lost (it went really fast), but we did end up having dating and having , though these things aren’t as clear to me while writing this account because some things in a dream just aren’t as vivid for some reason. I think it was because my hour appointment was winding to an end.

Anyway, I do remember waking up from the dream, sweating and very much not wanting to be pulled from my fake reality. The nice staff were there waiting while I woke up and ushered me to the desk to make a follow-up appointment. I remember having schedule conflicts between Tuesday and Friday afternoons because I had to wait for a time when my yeobo would be home so I could use the car. (lol). But I also remember not wanting to tell him what kind of appointment it was—or how much it cost. I had a feeling it was like $200-$400 a pop. But when I got the bill, it was $898. But I was hooked then; I knew I had to come back to see Minho again. So somehow I had to find a way to get the money. I kept the appointment and then left the “clinic” to go find Sam, my every intention on coming back in three weeks as planned. I just had to see him again, no matter what. He was like my drug.

So, I was thinking, what a great idea for a fic, right?! It really was like Inception, only cooler (which I otherwise would have thought impossible). OHO you could engineer any fantasy you wanted with anyone at all. I can’t even imagine… imagine the things you could construct: the alternate lives, the personalized fantasies. You could be anyone you wanted and see anyone you wished. I'm sure this dream was influenced by my current health and such, but this is so much better of an experience! 

I think all Shawols/kpop fans around the world need to unite and make this scientific achievement a reality. Don’t you? Maybe Jonghyun has the answer… he did say Blingers would be triple happy in 2013. Maybe he’s done it. We know the science is out there. If we can put people on the moon, we can certainly farm dream cycles. Who’s with me? OMG it was amazing. So real and so worth it. I would pay that kind of money to live that kind of dream, if only for a short time in my head. There was actually a little more to it that I didn't understand: the workers kept referring to their bosses as "appa and umma" and was wondering then if that was Key and Jonghyun (or Onew). So... I guess the whole business was started by SHINee (maybe that's why Jong was upset: I didn't want HIM). haha Wow, they're so good to us. *_* it's the least those es can do.