Get Out Of My Dreams (Joe the Magic Man Series Book 1)

by Allan J. Lewis

  Alice was just as curious and had no answers for him. So when John said he thought he’d go back to work next week, now that he was feeling better, Alice was more than eager to agree with him. In the end, Alice gave up on her work and sat there thinking about Joe coming to her tonight, remembering last night’s dream––it had been so real.

  Alice stared at the chair where he had been sitting in her dream when he asked her to talk to the FBI for him. She could picture the children’s books on the table. She thought that Dopey and Doc looked like two cartoon drawings, but they felt just like real people. Why did the Magic Man make my dream with cartoon characters seem so real? A blush came to her cheeks as she remembered them making love to her. But in her dream she hadn’t felt the least bit embarrassed, it had all seemed so natural. She did remember being annoyed that she woke up when she did, though. Doc had just finished his long lovemaking to her, and Dopey had asked her to get on her hands and knees for him. Dopey was mounting her from behind, doggy style, and the other five dwarfs had gathered around her bed to watch. Alice had noticed a large bulge under their nightshirts, and had guessed what they were waiting for.

  She remembered looking over to Snow White, as Old Joe was mounting her, just like Dopey was with her, and Joe was watching Dopey banging away at her. Just as she and Dopey had reached their climax together, she’d heard one of the other dwarfs ask, as he took off his nightshirt, “I don’t suppose you are up to having another go?” Alice had looked down at his proud manhood; however, before she could say yes, she was awake and sitting up in bed.

  Alice knew she’d had two orgasms in her dream, and more than likely would have had five more if she hadn’t woken up. Alice also guessed that Joe hadn’t used John to play the part of Doc and Dopey because they both had their clothes on in the morning, and there had been no empty condom packet. John had said he thought Joe had kept his promise because he had stayed out of his dreams. Last night must have been Joe’s way of trying to give me a good time while he watched from his bed. Or, from Snow White’s bed, like he did in his fantasy with me. What if I had made love to the seven dwarfs and John had woken up to find seven empty condom packets? She laughed at the thought.

  Alice took a deep breath and wondered if Joe would bring those children’s books with him again tonight. She scolded herself for even thinking of it. However, her thoughts went straight back to that dream––it puzzled her. She knew Snow White was only a cartoon drawing, and whoever drew her gave her a tiny waist with lovely shaped legs, big hips and bum, and a perfect bust. One minute, Snow White and the dwarfs were cartoons in a book in her hands, and the next, they were life-size and talking to her. And they all loved Joe. “Yes,” she said out loud. “They did call him Joe, so that must be his true name. But there again, that’s what he would want me to think.” The more she dwelled on what was happening to her and John, the more questions she had. Like, why had Joe used cartoon characters in his fantasy when she had quite enjoyed the three prisoners?

  Again, she scolded herself for even thinking such thoughts. Perhaps Joe was trying to win her over, be her friend. “Don’t be ridiculous,” she spoke out loud, “he’s just using us.” She looked around nervously to make sure John hadn’t heard her. Joe and his dreams were in her mind day and night now. She decided to get back to work. She picked up the mail and stared blankly at the letter, but found herself thinking How come the seven dwarfs’ cocks were as big as the prison guys’ cocks––those prisoners were two-feet taller than Dopey and his gang…

  Alice couldn’t concentrate on her work. Her normal life had been turned upside down since the Magic Man had entered their lives. They had had a happy married life, with the highlight of the week being their tenpin bowling night. They always looked forward to meeting their friends for a game, then a drink and dance at the local bar.

  But this week John had told Alice he wanted to skip it because he knew the boys would tease him about his sleepwalking. He was sorry now that he had told them about it. Alice, however, wasn’t going to let the trauma they had been through get them down. Who knows, something good might come out of it. With that thought, she picked one of the letters she had been reading and went into the living room to see John.

  “John love, being as you are home from work, and are at a loss for something to do, why don’t you help me with this letter?”

  John was watching television. He looked up and took the letter from her. “What do you want me to do?”

  “Read the letter, and then do some research to see if you can find out who shot Thomas Harris on April 7, 1898, and why.”

  “What?”

  “Read the letter, it will explain.” She turned and left him to it.

  John started reading.

  Dear Agony Aunt. I wonder if you could help me. My husband has done a search on his family’s history, and he has found out that his great-great-great grandfather, Thomas Harris, died of a gunshot wound on April 7, 1898, at the age of 57. It happened somewhere in Oregon. He was a tailor by trade. We are hoping you can find out why––was it an accident or a murder?

  Hoping to hear from you soon––Betty Harris. John read the letter again and thought it would be worth a try to find out more. He had a name and a date, and the crime had taken place in the state of Oregon.

  He went on his computer to find out how many newspapers were around in the 1890’s in Oregon. He went into their archives and searched for Thomas Harris, April 1898, and within minutes he had a hit––there, on his screen, was how Thomas Harris was killed.

  John rushed excitedly into the kitchen. “Honey, you’ve got to come and read this article I found.”

  Alice was glad to see John in a happier mood. “Don’t tell me … let me guess––you’ve solved the mystery of who shot,” she shrugged her shoulders, “whoever he was?”

  “Thomas Harris, silly––and yes, I have.” He gave a jovial bow. “And, for doing such a good job, I think I deserve a...” John smirked.

  Alice smacked John on the shoulder, and followed him into the living room. “Should I phone my editor and tell him to hold the front page?” she joked.

  John ignored her question and went on: “Apparently, there was this notorious gangster in Seattle, and he had caught a train to go to Victoria Town. But someone ratted on him and told the police he was on the train.”

  “Ratted on him?” Alice raised her eyebrows.

  “Yeah, that’s what they called it back then.” He gave a little chuckle. “Anyway, a sheriff and two officers were at the train station waiting for him, and when they went to arrest him, he pulled a gun and shot one of the officers. The police returned fire and killed him on the spot––shot him down like a dog.”

  “I’m sure they didn’t write it like that?”

  “No, not exactly, but that’s what happened, and now, here’s the part we’re looking for––there were two innocent bystanders that were shot in the cross fire and died that day––one of them being Thomas Harris.”

  “Well, that does sound like a story the paper would use. I’m going to read it for myself. You made it sound like something out of a Dick Tracy book, or the showdown at the railway station in the film High Noon.”

  “Well, it was back in the 1890’s,” John grinned.

  Alice was glad to see their lives were getting back to normal, even if it would probably be for only a couple of hours.

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  ohn and Alice retired for the night. After their long day, they were both apprehensive for what the night would bring. Joe, the Magic Man, closed his eyes. All around him was quiet as he concentrated on Alice’s mind and her dream. He wanted to make sure she knew there would be no physical harm,

  or contact in his fantasies. Her dreams were all mixed up as he entered her mind. The Magic Man knocked on her bedroom door. Alice sat up and whispered, “Joe, is that you?” In reality, she was asleep next to John, and Joe, the Magic Man, was in his own bed miles away, but to Alice, she was sitting up in her
bed talking to Joe. In her dream, the three of them were in her bedroom, with Joe dressed smartly, the same as the previous night.

  “Hi, is it all right if I come in?” whispered Joe. Alice noticed Joe had the children’s books under his arm. “Come on in, but don’t wake John,” she whispered with a smile. “I’ll be as quiet as a lamb.” Joe sat on the chair next to the

  bed. He put the books on the bedside table. Again, Joe couldn’t

  get over how chirpy Alice was––all the other women were

  drowsier. “How did it go with Burrows?” he asked.

  Joe knew what went on in the meeting, but he asked her

  all the same, and under hypnosis Alice had to tell him the truth.

  She told him just as it had happened, and how she felt. Joe asked

  her what she thought he should do about taking the job offer, and

  what John thought. She told him John didn’t trust the Feds;

  however, Alice thought it was a golden chance for him to make a

  clean break and put his powers to good use. They talked in

  whispered tones for a while, as if Joe was physically in the room. “Joe, I know you like living in your fantasy dreams,”

  Alice nodded to the books, “but just think of the good you could

  do, if what Burrows says is true. You’d be a hero.”

  “I like staying out of the limelight.” He gave her his wrinkled smile and motioned to the books. “Heroes are for the

  stories.”

  “I know you are the watcher.” Alice was looking at the

  books. “Is that why you brought them, so you can watch me with

  the seven dwarfs?”

  He winked at her. “You didn’t get to know Snow White

  and the rest of the boys did you? Maybe we’ll read them later.”

  His wrinkly smile was looking more like a wicked grin. “I’ve got

  a lot to tell you. I want you to remember it so you can tell Agent

  Burrows.” He went through the list he had prepared. Joe couldn’t

  get over how Alice could hold an intelligent conversation with

  him. She asked him questions. Joe had to concentrate hard not to

  lose her thoughts and to keep her on his line of thinking. When the business was over, he turned his mind to

  pleasure, picking up the children’s books and laying them out on

  the bed.

  “Would you like to pick one, or would you like to finish

  this one?” He held up SNOW WHITE AND THE SEVEN

  DWARFS.

  Alice was tempted to ask if she could go back to where

  she left off. She had a picture of herself on all fours, and Dopey

  coming up behind her saying, Oh pretty lady, you’re so good to

  us. “I’ll never be able to look at a Snow White book again in the

  same light. I’ll see Doc and his gang, all with stiff pricks, and

  looking at me lustfully. I guess I’ll see it as an adult book from

  now on.” Alice gave a guilty smile and picked up the Robin

  Hood book.

  On the cover was a cartoon drawing of Robin Hood and

  Little John riding through the forest, with Friar Tuck and Will

  Scarlet riding behind them. She was going to give the book back

  to Joe, but held on to take another look at Robin. “You showed

  me last night how you worked your magic,” she smiled, “so if I

  open this book, I’ll more than likely have to open the door and

  end up in bed with those four.” Alice pointed to the picture on the

  cover.

  “You might,” Joe shrugged his shoulders. “You might be

  Maid Marian and play hard to get, or a barmaid and easy to get.” “What if I don’t want to go on your fantasy trip?” “Then just wake up and I’ll be gone. Alice, I would like to

  be your friend, so if you say piss off Joe, I’m tired, and I don’t

  want to meet Robin Hood, I’ll be gone.”

  Alice didn’t know what shocked her most, Joe saying he

  wanted to be her friend, or him saying piss off. She still had the

  book in her hand and she looked at the cover again. Friar Tuck

  was fat and bald, but the other three, she thought the artist drew

  them well. All three seemed good looking in a rough way. “I

  expect Maid Marian will have a tiny waist like Snow White

  had?”

  “I don’t know––the story changes every time I go there.” Alice found herself flicking through the pages looking for

  Maid Marian. “Is this Maid Marian?” She held the book out

  showing a drawing of a man and woman running through the

  forest and looking over their shoulders as if they were being

  chased.

  Joe looked at the drawing. “I think that’s you and me.” “Are they chasing us?”

  “The Sheriff of Nottingham is after you, he wants you to

  marry his nephew. You can’t stand the sight of him; he’s fat and

  ugly––extremely ugly.”

  Alice felt sick at the thought of marrying him, and she

  was panicking as she turned over a page. She knew it was only a

  dream, but she couldn’t help her feelings toward the fat man; she

  detested him, she couldn’t marry him. More than likely Robin

  Hood would come and save her. There was panic in her voice as

  she asked, “Joe, what should I do?”

  “In there … quick.” And before Alice had time to think,

  she was once more drawn into the Magic Man’s fantasy world.

  Alice and Joe had become the man and woman in the drawing,

  and were running for their lives through the forest.

  On the opposite page was a tavern. It was getting dark,

  and the light from the windows looked welcoming. Joe and Alice barged in, and the noisy crowd went quiet and stared at them. The

  crowd was Robin Hood and his merry men.

  “Lady Alice ... Friar Joe. What are you two doing here?”

  Robin Hood asked.

  Alice found herself looking at Robin Hood—he had

  called her Lady Alice. She looked at Joe and saw that he wore a

  monk’s robe. She looked down and saw she was dressed like a

  lady from King Arthur’s time.

  “Robin, please help us,” Joe pleaded. “The Sheriff’s men

  are after Lady Alice.” Joe took Alice by her elbow and led her to

  Robin. “If he catches her, he’ll make her marry Lord Dunlop.” “That fat old toad!” Little John stood, towering over Alice

  as he put his hands on her shoulders. “Don’t worry lass, we won’t

  let that happen!”

  Robin Hood stepped forward. He was more handsome

  than he was on the cover of the book, Alice thought, as Robin

  gave her a cocky smile and called out, “Friar Tuck, take Lady

  Alice to the backroom and get her something more fitting to

  wear, and then find her a safehouse.” Robin Hood jumped up

  onto the table. “Men, we have work to do. The Sheriff’s men are

  upon us, let us have sport with them this merry night and draw

  them away from Friar Joe and Lady Alice.” He threw back his

  head, laughed loudly, and shouted, “TO THE WOODS!” There

  was one almighty cheer, and then they were all gone.

  Alice found herself in the backroom of the tavern; and

  from somewhere, Friar Tuck had found an old robe and was

  holding it out for her.

  “Here, make haste and put this on; they’ll be here any

  minute. The Sheriff’s men might follow Robin, but his dogs will

  follow you. We’ve got to get you out of those clothes before the

  dogs get your scent
off them.” The fear and anxiety in Friar

  Tuck’s tone were catching.

  Alice felt that panic as she took the robe from him. She

  looked around quickly to see where she could change, only to

  have Friar Tuck and Joe undress her while she just stood there

  holding the old robe. Joe caught the hem of her dress and lifted it

  up over her head––sharply––making her bust bounce, and then he had her three petticoats off her in seconds. It was Friar Tuck who took down her knee length bloomers, and then took the robe back. They both stood back and looked at her nakedness. Friar Tuck whispered a small prayer in Latin, and said, “Oh, if we only had more time.” Before he helped her on with the robe, he patted her bum and then said to Joe, “Take her to the monastery and hide her there until we can get her out of harm’s way.” He pushed them both through the back door of the tavern: “Go with haste. And, hopefully, I’ll see you later, my child.” Friar Tuck winked

  at Alice.

  Alice had entered the tavern as a lady, and seconds later

  she left dressed as a monk and was racing through the woods

  again. A fresh wave of panic struck her when she heard someone

  shout.

  “There they are, over there! They are heading for the

  monastery!”

  “Quickly, in the side door, and be quiet.” Joe led her into

  the monastery; they could hear the Sheriff’s men banging on the

  front door. Joe pushed her into the monk’s communal baths and

  slammed the door behind them.

  “Friar Joe, what’s that racket?” There were three monks

  sitting in a sunken bath in the middle of the room, up to their

  chests in soapy water. “And who’s the young lad?” one of the

  monks asked.

  Alice was lost for words and fought to get her breath

  back. She was staring at three fat, naked monks.

  “I’m sorry brethren, but we are in trouble.” Joe hiked his

  thumb over his shoulder. “The Sheriff’s men are after Lady