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[August 16th] [The Wild Wild West] A Dream is a Wish ... What?
Title: A Dream is a Wish ... What?
Day/Theme: August 16th - a dream is just a nightmare with lipstick
Series: The Wild Wild West (specifically, The Poisonous Posey episode)
Character/Pairing: Snakes Tolliver/Chita McCarthy (she's an OC; he's in my icon)
Rating: K/G
Continued from the prior pieces.
By Lucky_Ladybug
Some people like to dream, either while sleeping or while awake. It's a peaceful escape from real-life for a few hours.
Of course, that's only if you have decent dreams. People who have nightmares sure don't look forward to dreaming. And if your dreams are mostly mixed-up messes, those usually aren't very fun either.
Me, I'm torn. There's some sappy song I've heard about called A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes. I think that made me feel a little stupider just typing that out. I guess sometimes that's actually true, though. You dream about what you wish was real. I sure did, all through my life. But the thing about dreams and wishes is that 99 percent of the time, they don't come true no matter how bad you want them and even work for them. But if you can accept that and just enjoy them for what they are, maybe you can still be happy.
Bottom line: Dreaming is okay, if you're having nice ones. But sometimes they're so nice that you hate coming back to a world where they aren't real. That's kind of a nightmare in and of itself, isn't it?
Maybe I did doze off on the bed in the guest room that night, because it seems like for part of that night I was thinking of times with Chita that never actually happened. We were laughing and playing, enjoying our money but also being with each other. We threw bills and coins in the air, just like on that first night, sipped champagne, and looked up at the stars. Every now and then, the guy I'd caught that night or somebody else wandered into the dream and tried to take Chita away from me. And when faced with one of those choices, Chita chose me. Maybe I wasn't the most handsome man in town, she said, but she loved me and nobody else. And it wasn't just for my money; she honestly found me a really great guy in personality.
Those were really nice dreams. But when I woke up still on that guest bed and I remembered what happened during the night, it was a worse blow than ever.
I definitely could have done without any of those dreams. I already knew what I'd have to do, but the dreams made me long to cling to my little fantasies a bit more. Still, I'd already done that when Chita revealed herself as a gold-digger. Now I knew she'd been stepping out on me, not just tonight, but who knew how many times and with how many guys.
I couldn't stay with somebody like that. As much as I wanted to be with somebody, I didn't want it so much that I'd take whatever I could get. Superficial saloon girls sounded pretty good right then compared to a superficial wife. At least I knew that they just wanted a good time. I didn't trust them like I'd trusted Chita. Like I told her, I'd rather be single and alone than to have a spouse like her. She wasn't going to get any more of my money under those circumstances. If money was all she wanted, she could find a million other suckers just like me to get it from.
One way or another, I had to break things off.
Day/Theme: August 16th - a dream is just a nightmare with lipstick
Series: The Wild Wild West (specifically, The Poisonous Posey episode)
Character/Pairing: Snakes Tolliver/Chita McCarthy (she's an OC; he's in my icon)
Rating: K/G
Continued from the prior pieces.
Some people like to dream, either while sleeping or while awake. It's a peaceful escape from real-life for a few hours.
Of course, that's only if you have decent dreams. People who have nightmares sure don't look forward to dreaming. And if your dreams are mostly mixed-up messes, those usually aren't very fun either.
Me, I'm torn. There's some sappy song I've heard about called A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes. I think that made me feel a little stupider just typing that out. I guess sometimes that's actually true, though. You dream about what you wish was real. I sure did, all through my life. But the thing about dreams and wishes is that 99 percent of the time, they don't come true no matter how bad you want them and even work for them. But if you can accept that and just enjoy them for what they are, maybe you can still be happy.
Bottom line: Dreaming is okay, if you're having nice ones. But sometimes they're so nice that you hate coming back to a world where they aren't real. That's kind of a nightmare in and of itself, isn't it?
Maybe I did doze off on the bed in the guest room that night, because it seems like for part of that night I was thinking of times with Chita that never actually happened. We were laughing and playing, enjoying our money but also being with each other. We threw bills and coins in the air, just like on that first night, sipped champagne, and looked up at the stars. Every now and then, the guy I'd caught that night or somebody else wandered into the dream and tried to take Chita away from me. And when faced with one of those choices, Chita chose me. Maybe I wasn't the most handsome man in town, she said, but she loved me and nobody else. And it wasn't just for my money; she honestly found me a really great guy in personality.
Those were really nice dreams. But when I woke up still on that guest bed and I remembered what happened during the night, it was a worse blow than ever.
I definitely could have done without any of those dreams. I already knew what I'd have to do, but the dreams made me long to cling to my little fantasies a bit more. Still, I'd already done that when Chita revealed herself as a gold-digger. Now I knew she'd been stepping out on me, not just tonight, but who knew how many times and with how many guys.
I couldn't stay with somebody like that. As much as I wanted to be with somebody, I didn't want it so much that I'd take whatever I could get. Superficial saloon girls sounded pretty good right then compared to a superficial wife. At least I knew that they just wanted a good time. I didn't trust them like I'd trusted Chita. Like I told her, I'd rather be single and alone than to have a spouse like her. She wasn't going to get any more of my money under those circumstances. If money was all she wanted, she could find a million other suckers just like me to get it from.
One way or another, I had to break things off.