Dreaming Of A Redhead

My life has always been kinda boring, and now that I'm overweight middle-aged it’s gotten even worse. I suppose it doesn’t help that I don’t have any real hobbies or anything that truly interests me. That was until I started having these incredibly vivid dreams. The dreams always seemed to center around this beautiful woman, with flawless dark skin and bright red hair. She was young and so outgoing. Every dream I had, she was surrounded by tons of friends and loved ones. On top of that, she had so many hobbies and skills in many different careers. She was literally the exact opposite of me. The worst part was, she was literally the woman of my dreams. On top of her amazing skills and personality, she had an amazing body. Her breasts were very large and even the littlest of movements caused them to jump up and down. She had a perfect hourglass frame, not a single hair on her body other than her head. Speaking of her head, she always had a set of pretty earrings in, and her hair, that natural dark red color, was the best part to me.

It also helped that she didn’t seem to own anything but tight and short sexy black dresses. Every dream I had of her she was wearing a different one, with a different set of high heels, and surprisingly never any underwear. Lately, I have been spending all day thinking about her. I've even begun rushing through my work just to get home and go to bed, even taking an occasional nap. All just for a little more time with her. I’ve had so many dreams of her. Somewhere she’s cooking in nothing but an apron, cleaning the house in a maid's uniform, swimming in her swimsuit, working out in a nice sports bra and sweatpants. She even had several dreams of her getting dressed, and somewhere she slowly removes everything and poses on her bed. At this point I’d become obsessed with her, I needed to know more about her. Deep inside my heart, I knew this woman was real, and for some reason, I was able to see her when I slept. I just needed to know her name, that way I could find her in real life and confess my love for her.

So I hit the internet and began to study and learn more about vivid dreaming and dream interpreting. I ended up meeting a professional dream interpreter and we began to talk about my dreams. I’ll admit they were kinda sketchy, almost in the same way as those fake fortune tellers.

He explained what I was actually doing was dream walking, and for some reason, I kept getting drawn to this unknown redhead. He then brought up this old ritual he had, he said it would help me stay lucid and in control while I dreamwalked. Which would allow me to focus on stuff around her, like stuff in her apartment, that way I could learn more about her. Looking the ritual over, it seemed too basic and simple to actually work. All I had to do was drink an entire glass of warm milk, count down from one hundred, and say some mysterious words written in another language. It didn’t seem like it would hurt to try, so that night I did it. After I said the words nothing happened, and I disappointedly went to sleep. Literally a moment after closing my eyes I found myself transparent and floating in her house.

I was over the moon with excitement, and I started to fly around her house while she went about her business. I searched her house looking for anything with a name or an address on it, all I needed was a piece of mail or her identification. I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings, I mean who would when they thought they were essentially a ghost floating around? The woman had entered the room through the door right behind me, and I ended up flying right into her. Everything went dark, and when I came to I was sitting on the floor looking up at an unfamiliar ceiling. I went to stand up and immediately lost my balance, falling forward nearly onto my face. For some reason though, something else caught my fall instead of my face. I sat up on my but and looked down. I seemed to have two very large lumps on my chest, they more than likely caught my fall. I then noticed that they were covered in a familiar black fabric, I then looked down towards my legs and saw that I was wearing high-heeled boots.

Then it hit me, I was wearing the same things my mysterious red-headed dream girl wears. There was no way I had become her right? So I slowly lifted myself up and balanced myself on my heels. I slowly walked to the bedroom, where I knew she had a dresser with a small mirror on it. She often used it to apply makeup. I sat in front of it and began to stare in amazement. I was now definitely inside her body. I was so happy, something about just being her made me feel so good. I tried on all her clothes and applied her makeup just like I'd seen her do so many times. I even got to run her delicate fingers through her soft red hair. After a couple of hours, I started to feel kinda horny, and while I was in her body I might as well try out the best part right? So I removed the dress I was wearing and I grabbed her special toy from the hidden compartment of her nightstand. Again thanks to watching her I knew exactly what to do. I placed the thing against me and turned it on. It was the best feeling ever, definitely much better than when I masturbated in my body. After I finished, I hopped in the shower to clean her off.

The way the water hit her skin felt so good, at this point, I think I was more in love with being in her body than I was in love with her body if you know what I mean. After the shower I grabbed her purse and learned her name and address, then I grabbed a glass of milk and hit the hay in her bed. I did the ritual again and then fell asleep. This time though, I didn’t immediately wake up floating somewhere. Instead, I woke up the next morning still in her bed, and still in her body. I hadn’t even had any dreams that night, well at least that I remember. I was kinda confused, so I grabbed her phone and went to the website where I was speaking to that dream interpreter. I messaged him asking what I was supposed to do If I got trapped in someone else's body. For some reason, the guy thought I was joking and asked for proof that I had actually ended up in the woman's body I had been talking about. I put on a black dress and sent him a picture of myself in my current state.

He seemed super surprised that I was actually able to dreamwalk. Then he said something about checking the book the ritual came from and went silent for an hour. When he messaged me back he said he had some bad news. He said that when I flew into her I took over her body, and merged my soul to it, essantly overwriting hers. It turns out that my old body possessed a bit of dream magic. So when I took over her body and attached my soul to it, I lost that ability. He also mentioned that my old body was likely in a coma due to having no soul to inhabit it. It would likely be found and brought to a hospital. He also then said it was likely some sort of lost spirit would try to take over my old body, meaning I was even less likely to return to it. I looked at the messages and decided to stop replaying and turn off my phone. The man kept saying it was bad news, but for some reason, the knowledge of being stuck and trapped in this body, in this new life, made me so happy. After all, I was sorta a loser in my old life. This was my chance to be something more, someone better. What better way to do that than in the body of the literal woman of my dreams? So screw my old body and my lack of personality, this girl is ready to live life.