Always dreamed of by my childhood friend

I accidentally discovered I could see who people were dreaming about in their intimate dreams. At first, I was just curious. But when I turned to look at my childhood friend, I found my name floating above her head. ***** I accidentally hit my head while taking a shower, and I awakened a superpower. I could see who people dreamed about in their wet dreams the night before. This superpower was pretty weird. But it let me know everyone’s secrets in the college town. For instance, the security guard, despite his age, was still going strong—he’d been fantasizing about that charming middle-aged cook from the cafeteria for several nights straight. The campus heartthrob, surrounded by swooning fans, actually had unusual feelings for his aloof roommate. The celebrity names floating above my roommate’s forehead were never the same. The stray dog hanging around the girls’ dorm had fallen for that ten-thousand-dollar poodle at the pet store on the commercial street. Cross-species romance—now that was something to marvel at. Anyway, this dramatic superpower was perfect for gossip. It made my recently boring campus life much more interesting. In just a few days, I’d mastered all the love affairs and grudges throughout the entire college town. Until my childhood friend William Anderson returned to school. He’d been away competing for several days. Without anyone to banter with constantly, life would’ve been pretty bland and passionless if not for that superpower. So when I heard William was back, I immediately asked him to grab dinner. William told me to take his meal card to the cafeteria first. He said he was making me treat him. I grumbled but did as he asked. I was randomly wondering why the cafeteria cook’s wet dream target wasn’t the security guard but the janitor instead, when I spotted William walking through the cafeteria entrance from afar. He was tall with long legs, handsome features, and always drew stares when walking down the street. I waved excitedly to get his attention. “William, over here!” William, who’d had a somewhat cold expression moments before, smiled and walked straight over. Suddenly, I noticed what seemed like a name faintly floating above his forehead. I froze mid-sip of my milkshake, eyes widening. I thought, “Damn! He actually had a wet dream last night? Was it some actress? Or some pretty girl from school?” I quickly stared at William’s forehead. I wanted to see which poor soul had caught his attention. As William approached, the name of his wet dream target above his forehead gradually became clearer. [K…] I squinted, trying to make it out. [Kayla Lewis!] I was so shocked that I spat out my milkshake. William, who’d already reached my table, dodged with a quick sidestep and immediately ruffled my hair into a mess. He sneered, “Kayla Lewis, are you insane?” “Cough, cough—” I coughed frantically, staring at William’s forehead in horror. The name “Kayla Lewis” was glowing there. That’s right, Kayla Lewis is me. I’m the unlucky one he’s been lusting after. Wait, how could I be the object of William’s wet dream? How is that even possible? Maybe I ate something bad and I’m seeing things? I’m not sure, let me look again. I closed my eyes and opened them again. Looking carefully, it’s still my name. I took a deep breath. Still my name! William noticed something was off with me and reached out to pinch my cheek. “What are you spacing out for?” “Cough, cough, cough, stay away from me!” I was frantic, coughing non-stop. William said in confusion, “Didn’t you text me last night saying you missed me like crazy, asking me to bring you souvenirs and buy cosmetics at the duty-free shop? Now you’re telling me to stay away? Kayla, that’s way too much.” I slapped his hand away, both embarrassed and annoyed. My face had turned red at some point. “William, what did you do last night?” William said casually, “After the competition, I took a shower, video-called you before I even got dressed, then went straight to sleep.” “Did you dream while sleeping?” He raised an eyebrow. “Of course I did.” I gritted my teeth. “What kind of dream! Was I in it?” “Huh? How did you know? I did dream about you. I dreamed that you…” William spoke slowly, and for a moment, his handsome face showed a flash of unnaturalness and embarrassment. He recovered quickly. So quickly that before I could even notice, he was back to his usual infuriating self. My heart was pounding like a drum. “Hurry up and tell me!” I watched William straighten up and look at me, then suddenly smile. “I dreamed you turned into a 250-pound pig about to be slaughtered, crying and begging me to save you, saying you’d only let me bully you from now on and wanted to acknowledge me as your second father in life.” Bastard! I barely restrained myself from slapping him in front of all these people in the cafeteria. “William, I’m asking you seriously.” “I was being pretty serious too.” William was being lazy about it, clearly not planning to tell the truth. I looked at him and my name on his forehead with no expression. Forget it. There’s no point in asking. After all, no one would admit to having a wet dream last night. I’ll just pretend I can’t see it and won’t call him out on it. But still, as good friends who’ve known each other since childhood, is it normal for him to dream about me?

Later, when William and I were having dinner, even though I tried to pretend I couldn’t see it, my name was just too glaring. So glaring that my mind couldn’t help but imagine what William’s dreams were like. And what role I played in them. After all, wet dreams definitely involve those embarrassingly intimate scenes. I’d have to embrace him, kiss him, make love with him… William loves basketball and has a great body, so his stamina… I cursed myself in my head: “Damn it. What am I thinking! Is this something a normal person should be thinking about? Stop it!” The more I thought about it, the more embarrassed I became, the more ashamed I felt, and soon my mind was filled with indecent images. I commanded my brain to stop, but it was useless—my thoughts continued to spiral out of control. In any case, this meal felt heavier than attending a funeral. Seeing my face change colors, William irritably nudged my foot with his. “Kayla, did I do something to upset you today?” I sighed. I didn’t know how to answer such an awkward and supernatural situation. William is my childhood friend. We’ve been fighting and scheming together since we were kids. He’d cause trouble, and I’d keep watch. When I got beaten by parents for leading kids to touch electrical outlets, he’d take responsibility for me. When I failed math, he’d tattle on me, and when girls gave him love letters, I’d be the one tattling on him. In short, we had a love-hate relationship. This continued until now when we got into the same university. I thought we were friends, family, lifelong companions who could support each other. In the future, when I got married, he’d sit at the main table, and when he got married, I’d be his groomsman. But it turns out William actually wants to marry me? What kind of situation is this? It’s completely messed up. This disruption to my life’s order made me instinctively feel uncomfortable. “Sigh…” I sighed again. “Nothing’s wrong, just seeing you puts me in a bad mood.” “Tell me the truth, what’s really going on with me?” William glared at me impatiently. As I hesitated, a sudden flash of inspiration hit me. William having those kinds of feelings for me was probably because I was the only female around him. Once he met other women, he might stop paying so much attention to me and wouldn’t have wet dreams about me anymore. So I probed: “William, we’re freshmen now, old enough to seriously date. Have you had any thoughts about that lately?” William glanced at me. “Why are you asking?” “Just tell me if you have or not.” William narrowed his eyes and stared straight at me. “What, are you having those kinds of thoughts too?” I denied it immediately: “No, I just want to introduce you to a beautiful girl. She’s in our major, really pretty, and you’d definitely have things in common with her.” As I spoke, I hurriedly pulled out my phone to find a contact to recommend to him. William put his fork directly on the table, his expression instantly turning several degrees colder. He refused, “Just eat your food.” “You really won’t try it?” “If you keep talking nonsense, forget about those cosmetics. I’ll dump all your skincare products downstairs at the guys’ dorm to water the flowers.” I had no choice but to sheepishly put my phone away. After dinner, William shoved the gift at me and left with a dark expression. I was on the verge of tears, my head pounding. At the very least, he shouldn’t be strutting around using my name everywhere. It really disgusted me to see it! To make my name disappear from his mind, I texted William again the next day. I asked: [Hey, are you busy?] William: [What?] Me: [A girl from the dorm next to mine is having a birthday party. She wants to invite you. Will you come?] William: [No.] Me: [Come on, just go.] William asked: [Why do I have to go? Do you get a commission for setting people up?] Me: [No, I just want to take you out to meet some beautiful girls. Maybe she’ll take a liking to you too, and that would be perfect.] This time William sent me a very brief voice message. “Get lost.” Great, he was even angrier now. He even stopped replying to my messages altogether. He was already pretty cold to people normally, and now that he was angry, he was even harder to appease. I had to humble myself and apologize, promising not to set him up with any more girls, and even called him “Dear” a few times before he finally started replying to me again. But I didn’t give up. Since introducing him to girlfriends to redirect his attention wasn’t working, I decided to try a different approach. My roommate absolutely loved watching those kinds of movies. Every time she watched one, the fantasy object in her head would change to someone new, both men and women. So I had a brilliant idea and decided to take a desperate gamble. I quickly asked my roommate for a few classic films – high definition, uncensored, the kind that looked really stimulating. Then I immediately ducked into the bathroom to contact William. Me: [What are you doing?] William: [Playing games.] Me: [You can’t figure out games without me playing with you. Stop playing, I’ve got something good to show you.] William didn’t reply. I wasn’t in a hurry. He was definitely quickly finishing this round and then getting back to me. Sure enough, five minutes later, William called me directly. I quickly answered. “Kayla, what do you want to show me? It’s not your photoshopped selfies, is it?” “Bullsh*t, I never photoshop, okay? I’m naturally beautiful.” William snorted disdainfully, but his tone was amused. That laugh traveled through electromagnetic signals to the receiver and into my ears, making my eardrums tingle. I scratched my ear and said guiltily, “Really, it’s something good. I’ll send it to you, and we can watch it together.” “Alright, send it over.” I picked the most stimulating film and sent it to him. The title of this movie was: The Temptation of a Young Wife. You could tell what the content was just from the name. William said with a half-smile, “Hey, did you send the wrong thing?” My face turned red. “No, I didn’t send the wrong thing. I’m curious but don’t dare watch it alone. Keep me company.” “Not watching it,” William refused. I challenged him: “You have to watch it whether you want to or not. I already ordered you a milkshake. When you get it, we’ll watch it together.” “Fine, I’ll reluctantly keep you company.” William slowly added, “It’s just that, Kayla, I never realized you were so…” He didn’t finish the sentence, but I knew he was going to say “thirsty.” ***** I swallowed this humiliation with frustration and heartache. “Mind your own business. I don’t believe you don’t secretly watch this stuff.” “I don’t watch it. I’m pure-hearted and abstinent. My mental state isn’t that vulgar.” “Bullsh*t!” I said through gritted teeth. I thought to myself: “If you’re so abstinent, why do you have those shameless dreams every night?” If it weren’t for making sure the object of his wet dreams was no longer me, would I really stoop so low as to watch this kind of stuff with him late at night?

After William’s smoothie arrived, we continued our voice chat. My roommates were all wearing headphones watching shows, so they couldn’t hear anything. I grabbed my tablet, slipped back into bed, pulled the curtains closed, and put on my headphones too. I whispered, “William, can you watch now?” “Hold on, two roommates just left for an all-nighter at the internet café, and another one’s getting ready to go see his girlfriend. I’ll watch once he’s gone.” “Okay.” So we both went quiet, waiting in silence. But with neither of us talking, all I could hear through the headphones was William’s soft breathing. It was perfectly normal, yet somehow I found myself getting mesmerized by it. I couldn’t help but imagine what William was doing right now. He was probably lounging lazily in his chair, his long legs casually spread out. On his clean desk, the lamp I’d given him was definitely on, casting light across his face. His profile was smooth and defined, with the headphones I’d gotten him for his birthday in his ears. Oh right, those were also a birthday gift from me. And me? My headphones were from him, my tablet was from him, even my backpack was from him. After all these Christmases, our lives had somehow intertwined like this. Finally, I heard voices from his end, and William’s roommate left, closing the door behind him. William called out to me: “Alright, time to appreciate this masterpiece you recommended. Kayla? You there? Don’t tell me you got addicted and started watching without me?” I snapped back to reality, scratching my inexplicably flushed face. “I’m here, I’m here. Let’s start together.” “Mm.” So I hit play. Left earphone for the movie audio, right earphone to talk with William. The first few minutes were just regular plot development between the male and female leads, nothing stimulating. I was still pretty relaxed, complaining to William about the male actor’s awful looks and physique. “This actress is totally suffering on the job.” “Agreed, looks like a toad.” “Oh, William, don’t look at this male actor too much.” William lazily asked, “Why? Afraid he’ll get insecure?” I hesitated. Because I was afraid if he looked too much, he might dream about this actor, and that would make things really awkward. Naturally, I couldn’t tell William that. He’d grab a machete and storm the girls’ dorm to kill me. I laughed dryly, “Afraid you’ll end up looking like him. Look, you two have similar hairstyles. What if your face gets influenced to look the same? Your life would be over.” William snorted, “I’m getting a haircut tomorrow.” I tried hard not to laugh. “Avoidance personality.” “What?” “Questioning type.” “Are you asking for a beating?” “Okay, aggressive type.” “Come on, let’s hang up and video call so I can teach you some manners.” “Oh wow, confrontational type.” I bantered back and forth with William casually. Soon, the plot reached its climax. The male and female leads started kissing, in extreme close-up. I don’t know what filming technique they used, but the sounds were especially prominent through the headphones, intimate and wet. Suddenly the air inside my bed curtains felt suffocating, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on my back. I pressed my lips together irritably. At the same time, inexplicably, William and I gradually talked less and less. Because I didn’t know what to say, and I was afraid that if I spoke, I’d reveal my currently hoarse and flustered voice. That would make me look like a total amateur. After watching quietly for a while longer, I couldn’t take it anymore and hit pause. Now all I could hear through the headphones was William’s breathing and the faint movie sounds from his speakers. I cleared my throat. “William, I’m… I’m getting sleepy. I’m not watching anymore.” After a long pause, William finally responded. His voice was low and husky. It made my eardrums itch even more. He said, “Oh, then I won’t watch either.” “No way, you have to watch. Watch it and tell me the ending.” “What kind of ending could there be?” “Anyway, you have to watch. I’ll ask you about what happens next tomorrow.” William clicked his tongue impatiently. “Kayla, you really know how to create work for me.” After getting his definite agreement, I hung up happily. But there was a little incident that night. Because even I, who’s usually so pure-minded, had an erotic dream. It was very similar to the plot of the adult film I’d watched before bed. Except I couldn’t see the male lead’s face clearly, only that he had a great body with eight-pack abs. His voice was dreamily pleasant. I was still blushing and heart-racing when I woke up. If I could dream after watching it, then William definitely could too. So after finishing a class, I was energetic and incredibly excited as I rushed to wait for William downstairs at the guys’ dorm. But the moment I saw him, I was stunned. Because I discovered that not only had he gotten a haircut early in the morning, but the name of his dream partner on his forehead was even more spectacular than yesterday. My name had gotten bigger, obviously about twice as prominent as before. Watching William walk toward me, my face instantly scrunched up. What was going on? William had watched an adult film, so even if his dream partner wasn’t that toad-like male actor, it should at least be that pretty female actress. How could it still be me?!

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