Dream Time!

People are believed to exist in a different reality when they are asleep. It presented dreamers with a surreal universe where strange things happen at random. Scary things are often random and have nothing to do with the current situation, yet occasionally when someone wishes for home, their dreams torment them with visions of home even if they can’t yet travel there. However, some dreams are so vivid that they lead individuals to believe they have done something they while in reality they haven’t. Kelly dreamed about the latter during her week of slavery. These were the dreams that she remembered, but had decided not to share with her future family.

Nightmare

Kelly yawned and as she opened her eyes, she didn’t know something was unusual as she started waking up. She didn’t experience the comforting sensation of the blanket enveloping her or the sensation of air as she pushed herself out of bed. But as soon as she saw the time on the clock, she stood still. It was 4:50 PM, according to the clock. “Time to wake up!” her mother said as she appeared at her door before leaving.

Weirdly, Kelly didn’t think about it as she moved from the bed and headed for the bathroom. However, Mara, her sister, had already seized her shoulders and forced her nude sister into the dining room while arguing, “Time to eat,” as she did so. They expected Kelly to join them for supper, even though she didn’t remember having breakfast or lunch. Suppers were large dinners with a lot of food.

It was clear that her mother and sister didn’t want the unwashed teenager to go wash herself, so she sat down at the table with her hair in a messy hairstyle. She observed that her mother, sister, and father had already showered and dressed. She almost forgot the rule about waiting to wash until she’d washed everyone, though, because of how sleepy she was. It brought back to her mind the image of her family in that condition.

She let it go and focused on her meal since, for some reason, it didn’t disturb her. The food passed in front of the nude teenager and was incredibly light, almost like breakfast. Something light, and she saw that her father was eating the same thing. He would, of course, as he was going to work very soon, and it wasn’t advised to eat a lot when someone had just woken up. She became aware that something was wrong when she gave this a thought. Why, after all, would Kelly’s mother want to feed her so light a meal as well? She also questioned why she had gotten up at such a late hour.

She glanced up as her mother started talking, and her interest peaked. Despite being seated across from Kelly at the dinner table, she stated, “You’ll be going with your father,” with a voice that seemed distant. Kelly exclaimed, staring with astonishment, “I am?” “Yes,”

“Timmy is coming over, don’t want him to see,” her mother murmured in a distant voice, before she continued. Kelly had this idea when she suddenly realized her dish was gone. Kelly, however, showed little reaction to this, and seemed indifferent to her missing a meal. She did, however, peek up to see her sister and dad getting up. When Kelly got up to go to a bathroom to wash, her father stopped her. He replied, “You’ll be coming with me,” in a voice that sounded distant like her mother’s.

When she felt his grip on her arm, she looked up to find him dressed like a security guard. Kelly knew her father didn’t work security, but she didn’t question it. She overheard herself saying, “I need to go wash.” before “Why bother? In either case, you’ll be dirty.” Her mother remarked as her sister handed up a mirror showing Kelly’s face, which had patches of gooey jam on it. Kelly’s father pulled her again and forced her to walk towards the door, and finally out of the house.

Kelly noticed her heart beating quickly as she walked to her father’s truck because she was worried about being seen. She entered the truck once her father had unlocked the door and sat down on the seat. She didn’t enjoy sitting on it since it appeared to have some tears in it that had been taped up in other areas. As she climbed in, some of this tape that was coiled up snagged on her skin and pubic hair and tore at her body.

When she saw Timmy arrive, she hurriedly closed the door in an effort to keep him from noticing her. Nevertheless, despite her best efforts, the door only closed slowly. This gave Timmy a clear view of her, and as the truck moved out of the driveway and the nude teenager was taken for an unpleasant journey, she noticed his recognizable smirk.

She was familiar with the discomfort of the seat because she had sat in it on previous travels before to her dad’s current shift. But even so, she decided to tolerate it as her father drove her into the growing dusk of the evening streets. After some time, they came to a halt at a red light. Next to them, there was another, larger vehicle whose driver could look inside, so they knew she was naked. Before the light turned and they sped away from one another, the driver reached inside and haphazardly inserted a piece of gum onto her body.

Despite having seen this, for some reason, she had chosen to ignore it. But as everything was happening, she did turn to face the other truck driver. She was unable to see his face since it was hidden by the shadows and darkness of his cab. The vibration of her father’s truck as he drove away caused part of the jam on her face and the gum to slip off.

The road her father was traveling on had hazy colors, and she had noticed strange, misspelled text on the signboards that appeared to have been produced by an AI artist. She felt confusion and fear as she traveled with her father to work.

The anxiety was growing as a result of her shame at the prospect of soon being exposed in public areas far from her house. Even worse, she still hadn’t been able to wash or go back home. She was affected by how filthy she was. The dream went on because Kelly was not aware that it was still only a dream, but to her, the night went on.

They arrived at her father’s workplace after a brief delay, and she could still make out individuals. Additionally, their vehicles were present. She recalled her father telling her family that he was the lone truck driver at work.

When Kelly’s father replied, “Come, let’s go,” she was unable to keep herself from getting out of the truck. As she got out of the truck and followed her father, the tape she had been sitting on tore at her pubic hair and skin once again. Her father had grabbed her arm and pulled her forward in front of him despite her attempts to get back behind him. As a result, the male-dominant group could see her a naked girl.

“Whoa! Naked Girl!” She couldn’t place Male 1, who spoke. His statements startled her, and the others turned to look at her as a result of his reaction. She recognized one of the group of men, Barry, to be the father of a girl, and he made fun of her while pointing and laughing. “Oh, it’s Kelly, ha-ha!” he said as she moved closer to where her father worked. “The main warehouse has to be cleaned up now, kiddo”. Her father spoke to Kelly as he pulled her through the doors to the area designated as the main warehouse.

Kelly entered the warehouse with enormous reluctance and quickly turned her head to the left and right to scan the area for any possible dangers. She should have glanced down, though, since when she tripped on something when entering the aisles to get some of the other cleaning products she would need to use. She could see she had stepped on a bug as the space was suddenly lighted and the men laughed as they observed her. In addition, she could see pizza and other food boxes scattered on the ground in front of her.

The first clue that she’d been dreaming was here, because she would have smelled it, but she didn’t smell anything not the rotting leftovers, or anything for that matter. But Kelly didn’t smell it, it was unfamiliar to her thus unfamiliar to her dream self. Like she did while awake, she worked without complaining as she cleaned. But when she lifted the last pizza box, she screamed because a whole hoard of bugs came out of it and started crawling over her.

The smell, not the rotting food or anything else for that matter, should have been the first clue that she had been dreaming. She had never smelled rotting leftovers or anything like, so it may be because of that.Her brain was unable to connect this smell to her dream because she had never experienced it before. She cleaned while working, without complaining, exactly like she had done when she was awake. She was generally a quiet person since she didn’t want to offend anyone.

As Kelly set about to perform her cleaning duties here, in this warehouse, The nude teenager’s curiosity began bubbling within her, and she decided, that instead of cleaning, she should instead explore. She had never truly been in a warehouse like this before after all. She wandered through the aisles, gently touching the crates as she went. She marveled at the different shapes and sizes, wondering what precious treasures they held within.

As Lily continued her exploration, she stumbled upon a corner of the warehouse filled with discarded items. Amongst the abandoned machinery and forgotten tools, she discovered a forgotten box of treasures. Old Vinyl records, with some of the décor long since faded to nothingness, and cassette tapes, clearly everything had been here for quite a while. Suddenly, a familiar voice broke the silence. It was her father, calling out her name. Kelly hurriedly closed the box, before she stood up again, and returned to her father, when suddenly, an alarm blared throughout the warehouse, piercing the silence. Emily’s heart raced as her father and the security guards sprang into action. They swiftly followed the emergency procedures they had practiced countless times. Emily’s dream took on a thrilling turn as they maneuvered through the aisles and corridors, communicating through their walkie-talkies.

Together, they discovered a group of mischievous intruders attempting to break into one of the secured areas of the warehouse. Emily was amazed at how her father and the security guards skillfully neutralized the situation, using their training to protect the valuable assets within the warehouse.

The dream continued with Emily witnessing many more extraordinary events. She was astonished and grateful for the opportunity to be a part of her father’s world, even if it was only in her dreams. Now that the threat was over, Kelly had a chance to witness her father at work, and marveled at the precision and efficiency with which her father and the security guards organized the inventory. Every item had its designated place, and the workers moved with an orchestrated grace as they loaded and unloaded boxes, ensuring that each delivery was handled with care.

She also observed how his dedication and attention to detail drove the smooth operation of the warehouse and fostered a sense of unity among the workers. The security guards played a vital role, ensuring the safety of everyone and protecting the valuable goods within the facility. Kelly once more left her father, and

As they ventured deeper into the warehouse, once more, Kelly again got to see the towering racks filled with boxes, mysterious machinery humming softly in the background. The air was tinged with the scent of cardboard and anticipation. Her dream felt incredibly realistic, as she could feel the chill of the air-conditioned warehouse against her skin and the echoes of her bare footsteps resonating through the cavernous space.

As she looked at the shelves, she realized a few of the items, appeared to be from different nations, as she saw some boxes written in kanji, the Japanese writing style. The teenager, was about to step to the next aisle, when Forklifts zipped past, transporting pallets with precision. It scared her, as had the previous incident, but she chose not to let it bother her. But did allow things to distract her from her true purpose here however. Kelly knew that she was supposed to be cleaning, but she couldn’t help herself.

As the night wore on, Kelly discovered that her dream wasn’t just about observing her father at work. The security guards, realizing her excitement and curiosity, invited Lily to join them on their patrols. They showed her how to check access points, monitor surveillance cameras, and respond to any potential security issues.

Kelly listened intently as the guards shared their experiences and insights. Some had stories of thwarting attempted thefts, while others recounted humorous encounters with mischievous raccoons that had found their way into the warehouse.

In between their patrols, Kelly got to know the guards on a personal level. They were a diverse group, each with unique backgrounds and interests. They laughed and chatted as they walked the expansive aisles, forming a bond that felt like family. Her father soon found her, and reminded the teenager that she was there to clean, not socialize.

So she grabbed a broom, and began her cleaning duties, but still she could not help but marvel, at the vastness of the warehouse. The sound of her broom sweeping the floor echoed through the empty aisles. As she worked, she felt a sense of purpose and responsibility, just like her father and the security guards. She understood the importance of keeping the warehouse clean and organized, as it played a vital role in ensuring efficient operations and the safety of everyone involved.

As the time passed, Kelly became more immersed in her dream, and as she watched the other adults in the group, she began to realize the significance of teamwork and communication in such environments. She witnessed her father’s effective leadership, coordinating with the guards to maintain a smooth workflow.

But she focused on her work, and as she continued moving, and cleaning, she stumbled upon a neglected corner of the warehouse. Dusty boxes were piled haphazardly, and forgotten items peeked out from underneath layers of cobwebs. Feeling compelled to uncover the mystery of this abandoned area, Emily decided to clean it up, one box at a time.

Thus it was with determination and enthusiasm, which forced Kelly to put on a pair of gloves, which she noted felt odd to her, possibility because of how old it was, and because she was still naked as the day she was born. She began sorting through the forgotten boxes. The dust filled the air as she carefully opened each one, revealing old trinkets, books, and memories long forgotten. The dream began connecting further with her mind as she marveled at the stories hidden within the forgotten items, and creating her own narratives in her mind.

As Kelly cleaned, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of connection to her father, imagining him working alongside her in the dream. She cherished this shared experience, even if it was just a figment of her imagination. Kelly moved through the shelves, her head tuning up wards, as she couldn’t help but be drawn to the vintage items scattered throughout. And again, Kelly began ignoring her original task of cleaning, as she made her way towards an old trunk covered in cobwebs. With careful gloved hands, she dusted it off, revealing intricate carvings on the wooden surface.

Her cat-like curiosity guided her hand, and she opened the trunk and discovered a collection of antique dolls. The dolls, once cherished playthings now weathered by time, seemed to beckon Kelly with their faded smiles and worn clothes. Each one had a unique story to tell, adorned with delicate lace dresses and porcelain faces. As the teen looked at the dolls, Memories flooded her mind as she recalled the countless stories she had created for her own dolls. She remembered the adventures they embarked on, the friendships they forged, and the nurturing roles she imagined for them.

She couldn’t resist playing with the dolls, imagining their lives in a bygone era. At a time when money had been tight in their family, her mother had once sewn a unique doll, of fabric and cotton balls. It had been precious to Kelly because of how much care and love her mother had put into creating one. It hadn’t mattered that the doll wasn’t the one she’d wanted. The fact that her mother took the time out of her day to make her something to cheer her up had made her happy.

Now, the naked teen sat down, on the dirty and dusty floor, causing dust to fly up as she had. Her legs shifted position, to be cross-legged as she brought the dolls down, and soon became surrounded by them. She began reconstructing the stories with excitement, giving each doll a unique personality and role to play. The characters came alive as she spun tales of adventure, friendship, and bravery.

Lost in her imagination, Lily felt a profound connection to the dolls. And she would realize later, that her dreams were not just figments of her imagination but reflections of her own desires and creativity. This seemed to be the case, as with each doll she picked up, she could almost feel the love and imagination from her childhood resurfacing. Each doll had its own unique personality, its own tale waiting to be told. Emily’s mind buzzed with creativity as she envisioned worlds where these dolls could come to life.

One doll, with a crack across its face, was picked up, and as she looked at it, she felt a profound sense of a desire to hug it close. This placed the doll’s face, close to her right breasts, sparking a memory in which she’d pretended a doll was her baby. It seemed even as a child, uninfluenced by society the desire to be a mother was high in levels.

Kelly chuckled, but she knew there were more to see here. So Kelly stepped up from her position, kicking up more dust, as she tried to wipe some of the dust off of her, before she made her next choice. Her choice was to go deeper into the warehouse, and as she ventured deeper into the warehouse, her eyes widened with wonder. Towering shelves lined the narrow aisles, each dedicated to holding countless boxes. The rows seemed to stretch beyond the horizon, and Kelly felt an overwhelming sense of awe.

Driven by a thirst for exploration, Kelly couldn’t resist the allure of the mysterious boxes. With utmost care, she would gingerly open each one, discovering a treasure trove of old books. The yellowed pages whispered tales of forgotten lands and distant times. Some were written in a language she couldn’t comprehend, yet their beauty and mystery intrigued her even more.

Kelly tiptoed through the aisles, running her fingers over the spines of the books. There was an air of nostalgia, as if these old tomes held secrets waiting to be unraveled. She couldn’t help but wonder about the stories they contained what knowledge they held deep within their pages.

Lost in her own world, Kelly wandered deeper into the warehouse. Her footsteps echoed through the vast space, punctuating the silence. She felt a connection to the books, as if they were guiding her toward something greater.

And then, in a secluded corner, she stumbled upon a collection of books in a language unlike any she had ever seen. The intricate symbols danced across the pages, captivating her imagination. Kelly’s mind whirled with questions, yearning to decode their enigmatic message. However, when she looked at the cover again, and saw the image of a samurai. She knew that the story was a Japanese story, set in ancient feudal japan.

This made her move on, and as she did so, she stumbled upon an old phonograph, its brass horn gleaming in the faint light. Intrigued, she wound it up and listened as the scratchy notes of a long-forgotten song filled the air, transporting her back in time. The melody echoed through the vast space, captivating her entirely.

Mesmerized, by the old song, Kelly continued her exploration. In another corner of the warehouse, she discovered antique toys - dolls, trains, and wooden soldiers. She carefully picked up a worn-out teddy bear, feeling a connection to the past, as if the toys had stories of their own to tell. And she remembered the teddy bear she used to have, and remembered how she’d placed the teddy bear, tinto a box to donate it. She no longer needed a teddy bear now.

As the nude teen stepped further in her exploration, she returned to the aisle of books, and she picked one up, and as she opened one, she was instantly transported into a fantastical world of adventure and magic. The pages came alive before her eyes, and she found herself joining the characters in their thrilling quests.

Her father’s voice resonated through the warehouse once again. “Kelly, honey, have you finished cleaning yet?” Startled, Kelly realized that she had become so engrossed in her books that she had neglected her father’s request. Filled with a pang of guilt, she hurriedly made her way back, promising herself to make amends. But as she had no way of contacting him, she began cleaning again.

As she worked, she couldn’t help but glance at the alluring objects surrounding her, yearning to delve deeper into their secrets. As a result of this, she discovered hidden nooks and crannies that unveiled even more intriguing items. A vintage camera, a collection of vinyl records, and an assortment of trinkets from around the world it seemed.

Returning to where she had left her broom, Kelly set about completing her task. She meticulously dusted off each shelf, one by one, determined to make the warehouse shine. But Kelly reminded herself of her father’s trust and found solace in her dedication to completing the cleaning. Within her, a newfound sense of responsibility grew, reminding her of the importance of upholding commitments, even in the face of temptation.