The Dream That Wouldn't Die

The room was still a bit tense after the whole pillow incident. Ere'ana was laying on the bed, half-mumbling to herself, and Kikidori was trying to read his phone—anything to distract himself from the **mental image** of Ere'ana's weird, creepy, dream-induced meltdown.

Then, out of nowhere, she spoke.

"So, do you wanna know what happened in my dream?" Ere'ana asked, her voice casual, but there was a **mischievous** tone in it.

Kikidori didn't even look up from his phone. "*No.*"

But Ere'ana wasn't backing down. "*I'm telling you anyway.*"

Kikidori groaned and dropped his phone on his chest. "*Why?* Why would I want to know about your weird dream that I never asked for?"

Ere'ana smiled like a cat that had just found a mouse to toy with. "*Oh, you're gonna **love** this one.*"

Kikidori clenched his jaw, already regretting the decision to even **engage.**

"*Alright, here goes,*" Ere'ana said, her voice dropping a little lower like she was about to confess a scandalous secret. "*So, in my dream… it started out normal, right? Just me, you, and the usual stuff—except for the fact that we were... well, we were alone in some weird place, and then...*" She hesitated, clearly enjoying the discomfort she was causing him. "*You started getting closer to me, and then—*"

Kikidori sat up so fast he almost hit his head on the ceiling. "*STOP. I DO NOT NEED DETAILS!*"

But Ere'ana just kept going, her voice now almost too **calm**. "*And then you kissed me. But not just like a regular kiss—nope, it was different. It was... intense. You grabbed my face, pulled me closer, and everything felt super... *real*."*

Kikidori's eyes were wide. "*I swear to god, if you go further into this, I might never speak to you again.*"

Ere'ana ignored him. "*And then, we... well... yeah, we got a bit more carried away, and you started doing all this stuff, like, touching me and—*"

"*I don't need to know about it!*" Kikidori was **freaking out.** "*Ere'ana, stop! Why the hell are you telling me all this?*"

She grinned devilishly. "*Oh, you're uncomfortable? I can tell, Kiki. You were there too, remember?*"

Kikidori felt like his brain was about to fry. "*I didn't— NO. I don't need to know about how I was in your weird **horny-ass** dream, okay? I do not need the **details.***"

Ere'ana leaned back, completely unfazed, as if she was having a regular conversation. "*Well, maybe you do. It wasn't all bad, right?*"

Kikidori glared at her. "*I'm about to block you from all conversations for the next week if you say anything else about this dream. Like, I don't even want to know what part of your mind thought any of this was a good idea.*"

Ere'ana chuckled. "*Well, it was *your* subconscious too, Kiki. Don't forget that.*"

Kikidori let out a strangled laugh, but it was more out of **survival** than anything else. "*I'm about to forget this entire conversation if I have to.*"

Ere'ana seemed amused by his discomfort, watching him like a predator sizing up its prey. "*Oh, come on, it wasn't that bad. It's just a dream, after all. Just a really weird dream.*"

"*It was **way** worse than weird,*" Kikidori muttered, rubbing his face. "*And I never asked for any of this. Please, please don't bring it up again.*"

Ere'ana leaned in, still too entertained. "*I think we both know it's too late for that.*"

Kikidori lay back, hoping he could somehow **erase** everything that had just happened. "*I'm literally never going to look at you the same way again.*"

"*Good thing you don't have to,*" Ere'ana said with a shrug. "*I just thought it was funny. But hey, you're my best friend, and I trust you. So I figured I'd share the weird stuff too.*"

Kikidori groaned again. "*I **do not** want to be your weird stuff person. I am not your dream therapist.*"

Ere'ana winked at him. "*Guess I'll just have to keep dreaming then.*"

Kikidori shot her one last, withering look before burying his head in his pillow. "*If I don't survive this, just know I **hate** you for this.*"

Ere'ana grinned, clearly unfazed. "I'll remind you of that next time we share a bed."