Story for Brit
Also wrote this story on AIM.

Mary had a dream one night. So real was the dream, so full of color and so clear in her mind that when she woke up, she was finishing a conversation she had started in the dream. Mary opened her eyes and saw that she was no longer where she thought she was. No, she thought to herself, I am home again. She rose from her bed and stretched. Looking around, she felt somewhat disheartened.
"This is home."
Leaving her room, Mary began to make herself some coffee. "That dream," she said to herself, "It was so real. I can remember every detail."
She had never had a dream such as the one she had that night, and she decided that she wanted to get back to that dream. She wanted to go back and stay there. That night, Mary stayed up looking at her ceiling.
"Suppose I actually can stay in the dream," she mused. "How would it work? Surely my body would be here. My mind would simply be elsewhere."
Mary thought, "Perhaps one's body disappears when they dream. ... No. No, that can't be. I've seen people dreaming and they don't disappear. Well, I suppose it can't work. Oh, but how I wish it did happen."
Before Mary knew it, she was asleep and in the room she recognized from the previous night.
"I'm back!" she said to herself.
In walked Charles and she said, "Look, Charles! I'm back! I'm back in this dream! Can you believe it?"
But he looked at her as if she were crazy.
"Charles," she said, "I'm back!"
"Who are you?" asked Charles. Mary was stunned.
"Charles. I saw you last night. I'm Mary. Dont you remember me?"
Charles slowly stepped back and said, "You're in violation of The Code. You must be reported."
Within thirty seconds there were armed men around Mary, and they escorted her to a prison.
"Charles. I love you! Why are you doing this to me?"
Charles looked at Mary with the eyes of a stranger. Mary whispered to herself, "My God, this isn't a dream. This is real life. This is actually happening. The other place was the dream. I've left my body in that dream!"
By morning, nobody in Dreamland could find Mary. In her bed was the depression her body had made, but she was nowhere to be found.
the end