Melody's first dream

For the longest time Melody couldn't dream. Throughout her entire childhood and 30 years of adulthood, she had never had a single dream. She was envious of those who could dream. She would imagine that most people could do the impossible in dreams, like flying across rainbows, diving deep into the abyss of the deepest ocean, seeing creatures that one would never see on earth, or rocketing out into space and seeing earth at a vantage point. Her inability to dream broke her heart so that she would weep during the darkest hours of the night. 

If only there is a cure for dreamless sleep! She cried. 

Somewhere in the darkest of woods, lived a wizard. He felt the desperate cry of Melody and decided that he would concoct a treatment for her malady. He gathered some dried twigs, wild herbs that grew only in that darkest of woods he lived in, a lamb's ear, a sparrow's feather, nutmeg, cinnamon, star anise, and a wild boar's snout and brewed them for 3 days. On the fourth day, he muttered a spell and ended up at the doorsteps of Melody's brownstone apartment, between west 33rd street and Leicester square in New York City. 

It was 2:32am when he arrived at Melody's apartment. He entered the apartment and went to Melody's bedroom. Her breathing was even and her eyelids did not flutter a bit. 

Ah indeed she is having of those dreamless sleep! What a poor dear! The wizard thought. 

Carefully using an eye dropper, he placed two drops of the potion onto each of Melody's eyes. He blew on her eyelids gently and then, vanished into thin air. 

Melody awoke with a start. She thought she had just had her first dream and it was of an odd looking old man in her bedroom. 

That's quite impossible! No, it wasn't a dream I'm positive! Thought Melody. She didn't want to believe either that her first dream was that of an odd looking old man.

Melody went back to sleep.

Very soon, she found herself floating carelessly amongst thick fluffy clouds. She looked over her shoulders and didn't find any wings but yes, she could fly! She was thrilled beyond belief. She flew with the geeses heading south, chased after airplanes, whizzed past the roof of an ex-boyfriend's home, and hovered above the Statue of Liberty. 

She then flew to La Jolla beach in San Diego, and dove into the cool waters of the Pacific Ocean. She plunged deeper and deeper till she could touch the ocean's floor and saw spiky sea creatures, slimy eel-like fishes, colorful and luminous schools of fishes. She couldn't believe her eyes. When she had swam to her heart's content, she flew out of the depths of the ocean and to a small cosy apartment in Paris. She lighted the fireplace with a snap of her fingers and warmed herself before the cackling fire. She picked a book from the huge library inside the small apartment, the kind where you needed a ladder to reach the topmost shelves. She settled into a comfortable armchair and started reading Hemingway's "A Moveable Feast". She wrapped a soft throw around herself, sipped on a warm cup of thick gooey hot chocolate topped with tiny white marshmallows, and read and read. She fell asleep in her dream. It was one of the best nights of her 48 years of life and it was a dream. The best dream that one could ever dreamt of and Melody didn't want to wake.

Melody was found at 2:32pm in a small apartment in New York city, 4 days after the appearance of an odd looking old man in her room, cold and hard as ice, but with the most serene and beautiful smile on her face.