Dream Diary - June 9th 2015

A Chapter by dw817

Suddenly a spring released and the chest opened up. Inside I could see a sticker of what looked like jewels and rubies and stuff. Then the chest top closed down again with an audible click.

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THE DREAM DIARY
© June 2015 Written by David Wicker
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This will be my new main Tuesday writing and I will add a new listing of 10 of my
dreams every week as long as I can remember or am reminded to do so.

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This particular entry is from a longer dream so it will cover the entire post.

THE WISHING CHEST

I was with my friend, Brett. I felt like I was 14-16 years old. He had just gotten back from a dollar store and showed me what he bought. It was still wrapped in plastic but at the top you could clearly read, "Wishing Machine."

I scoffed, "You know that can't be the case. I mean, if the company had the wishing machine themselves, wouldn't they just wish for a dollar so you wouldn't be paying for it yourself ?"

Brett looked at me, "Doesn't your brain ever get tired ?"

I laughed and he smiled. In less than a minute we had opened the package to see what there was. Inside was a little plastic pirate's chest like you might have in an aquarium.

Wanting to see my reaction first, Brett handed me the chest. I tried to open the top to it but it was sealed or stuck or something.

"Let's read the instructions," he offered as a small slip of paper also fell out along with the chest.

"It says, 'Think your wish, say it loud. Open the door and there will be no doubt.'"

I laughed at the silliness of it. I whispered a wish then tried to lift the top again. And like before it still wouldn't budge.

I puzzled my nose with my finger for a minute. Then Brett spoke, "You have to say it loud, it says."

"Oh for cornball's sake, Brett ! How is the chest going to know if I say it quietly or out loud ?"

He smiled, "You want your wish to come true, right ?" Then he beamed a toothy grin. Clearly he wanted to see me make an idiot out of myself.

"Fine." I retorted. Then I held up the little plastic chest above my head and spoke loudly, "Oh magic chest, grant me this wish, I wish - I wish for - oh, I dunno, I want to have my room straightened up !"

Suddenly a spring released and the chest opened up. Inside I could see a sticker of what looked like jewels and rubies and stuff. Then the chest top closed down again with an audible click.

At the time me and Brett were in the living room, my room was a real mess with toys and stuff everywhere.

"Let's go and see !" Brett said and we walked into my bedroom.

Everything was somehow put away and my room looked perfect.

"Wow ! It really works !" Brett said excitedly.

I shook my head, "No, come on, use some common sense here. I guess Mom cleaned it or something."

Just then I heard the front door open and my Mother was calling to me.

"Hey, a little help here, honey ?"

I ran downstairs to help her with her groceries.

"You have a good time at school today ?" she asked as we were in the kitchen.

I nodded. I couldn't hold it in so I blurted out, "Mom, when did you clean my room ?"

She set down a heavy bag and sighed. "You know perfectly well young man that I don't touch anything in there. Maybe your Father did it ?"

That seemed even less likely, but as if on queue the door opened again and my Dad was there with a shuffle of papers and folders under his arm.

I ran to greet him.

"Hi Dad !"

He looked at my face and pushed his glasses up higher on his nose with one free finger. "Now what do you want ? I've already given you your allowance."

I shook my head, "No, I don't want - that is - I just wanted to ask - did you clean my room earlier ?"

He smirked, "Andrew, you know perfectly well I don't disturb your temple. That's your own and Mom's business. Now, is there any coffee made ?"

"Coming, dear." I heard Mom in the kitchen.

Brett was creeping around corners to watch and listen. I came back to him and he was all abuzz with excitement, "See ? See ? It was the wish ! You wished for a clean bedroom and you got it !"

I rubbed my chin thoughtfully, but as I was Brett took the chest from me and was getting ready to make his own wish.

I interrupted him. "Wait, tell me, what are you going to wish for ?"

He smiled widely, "What else but a MILLION DOLLARS !"

My brain recalled a story about a monkey's paw that granted wishes and the terrible thing that happened when the person in there wished for the same thing, a large sum of money.

"No, don't !" I said and tried to grab the chest from him.

"You had your turn ! Gimme !" he said angrily holding on to it.

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"No, it's not that. Do you remember the story of the Monkey's Paw ?"

"Never heard of it." he muttered and started his wish. I grabbed his hand and continued. "In the story someone finds a monkey's paw and they make a wish similar, for money."

"What happened ?" he asked urging me to continue the story.

"It went bad. They wished for 10,000 dollars." I said. "They get a notice that there was a terrible incident at work and the husband was killed by an accident involving dangerous machinery. They were notified that they would receive 10,000 dollars compensation."

Brett set the chest down on a desk to look at it for a moment. "You think it would kill off one of my parents if I asked for money ?"

I sat down in the chair beside to look at the simple plastic chest, "I'm not saying for certain, but that =DID= happen in the other story. Maybe you shouldn't wish for money. Not until you really know what's going on here."

"Fine." he said. Then he picked up the chest, held it above his head and said, "I wish for - I wish that Becky at school would ask me out on a date - tomorrow !"

I smiled, "I don't think that can turn into anything bad."

He thrust the chest in front of me, "OK, make one more wish. I need to get home or my Dad will yell me to pieces."

I took the chest and just held it in my hands. I spoke, "I wish - to have my own wishing chest, just like this one, with the same ability, right HERE !" and I pointed on the table.

The little chest in my hands popped open revealing the sticker of jewels again, then closed. But nothing appeared on the table.

Me and Brett stared intently. A full minute passed. Then I blinked my eyes. When I looked again there was a little plastic chest, a perfect facsimile on the table !

"Whoa !" Brett admonished. I gave Brett back the original one and I took the new one.

"Now we each have one !" Brett grinned at me.

He took a moment to flip his wrist in front of him to read the wristwatch there, "And when I gotta go, I gotta =GO= !"

"Straight down the hallway to the left." I joked giving him directions to the bathroom.

"Funny guy. See you in school." and Brett pounded down the steps running out the front door and slamming it behind him.

I held the new chest in my hand. Like the other it just seemed to be a cheap plastic facsimile of a pirate's treasure chest.

I looked at the design around the edges and base. What I thought earlier was seaweed was in fact green writing of a different language I did not recognize, but it wasn't random scribbles.

I looked to the instructions Brett left which were still on the floor. I turned the page over to see if there was anything else. Written in small letters was, "CODE 482."

"Code 482 ?" I said quietly.

Just then the chest opened up, but instead of closing again it stayed open. I looked inside and saw the familiar sticker of rubies and jewels.

I wondered what would happen if I stick my finger in it ? But I was too careful an decided not to.

Instead, I manually closed the top of the chest and left it on the table.

"Tomorrow, you and me, we're going to school and make some more wishes."

Mom made a nice dinner of mashed potatoes, broccoli, and corn dogs. I crashed in bed and awoke. It was Friday, the last day of school for the week.

I took a shower and got ready. I put the little chest in my pocket and ran downstairs to gobble dow some cold cereal with milk. Then I rushed out the door to catch the bus waiting there to take me to school.

At school I still had 10-minutes before Home Room. I went into the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. If there was one distinctive feature about me, it was my eyes. Not quite green, not quite yellow, just grellow.

I walked into one of the stalls and closed the door behind me. I sat on the seat and took out the chest and said, "I wish - I wish to have beautiful blue eyes."

The chest hiccuped in my hands. I took off my glasses so my eyes could be better seen and then I exited the bathroom to walk to homeroom.

Everyone who passed me was laughing or giggling. "Four eyes !" one person said, and then another.

I didn't understand that. I still had the glasses in my pocket. "But I'm not wearing glasses !" I said trying to defend myself.

Finally one big guy walked by me with a huge grin on his face, "FOUR EYES !" he yelled then ran off.

I was confused now. There was another bathroom near Home Room so I entered it to look at myself in the mirror.

Two grellow eyes greeted me and a NEW PAIR of beautiful blue eyes growing under my chin !

"Augh !" I said. I whipped out the box, "I wish - no, that's not right ..." I thought about it for a moment. FInally I spoke, "I want this last wish taken back."

Just like before it was only when I blinked my eyes did I see a change. And my chin returned to normal.

Brett suddenly ran in the bathroom. "Dude, you've got less than a minute !" then he ran out again.

I made a wish as I was running to class. "I wish to have beautiful hair that everyone will like."

Nothing seemed to happen. Then as I sat in my seat and the teacher started to call role, the top of my head itched. I scratched it. It itched more.

Someone sitting behind me giggled. I turned, "What's so funny ?"

They didn't point at me but at the top of my head, or, what was my hair that was now growing by leaps and bounds.

Suddenly it crashed through the ceiling dropping pieces of stucco board fell around me.

A girl jumped out of her chest and handed me a mirror. "Dude, you gotta see this !" she said and whistled while looking up past the ceiling.

My hair had not only grown to be over 20-feet high now but had an electric railroad system going through openings on it. Stock prices rolled across an electronic marquee. Colored ribbons streamed down, and in the center you could see a frame where funny cartoons were playing.

I got my wish, just as I asked for it. Beautiful hair that everyone would like.

The boys would like the train, the girls the ribbons, and older people the stock prices. Wow.

The teacher addressed me. "Andrew ! Get your hair under control or you're going to the principal's office !"

Someone handed me a comb. I tried to comb it down but it grew higher and higher until sunlight streamed down showing me that my hair had crashed through 3-levels of floor !

It was about that point I woke up.