My bedroom would be so girly, like Sarah's, my best matessister, my wardrobes would be full of girl's clothes, my drawers filledwith girlish underwear...and the best part of the dream... everyoneremembered me as a girl, it wasn't freakish for me to have become likethis, it was just like it had always been this way. It got to a pointwhere the dreams were so real and I wanted them to come true sooo much.I used to lie in bed at night and pray to God for Him to let me changeduring the night; I wanted. You've become violent, this keeper of thishost. We been watching you with all of our eyes, and what you seem tovalue most."It was some sort of flash of light, or was it just a flash ofunderstanding. I didn't know what it meant. Something was giving me achoice notwithstanding.I just didn't know what. Not that I wasn't up to the task. It wantedsomething out of me, I just wished it would be more direct and ask."Decide? What was I supposed to decide? I made decisions in my jobthat effected. .. and not all of them go on four feet."Olida felt a small frisson of fear run down her spine, but smiled at the young man, "Well, then. It is most fortunate that I am no longer alone, having found you."As she stepped into the light, he drew back momentarily. Olida knew she must look otherworldly, her already pale skin bleached almost white by the paleness of the moon, her pale blue eyes that seemed sightless until you saw them move, the hood of her bright red shawl pulled up to protect her. "~~~She quickly melded back into my arms as we drove thru the streets. "I couldn't wait to see you, Russ."I laughed softly as we traversed the area I recognized as Old Town forty years prior."The hippies were all thru this section, Paula." Now, now it was still. The "years of lightning day of drums" had finally ceased."The 'who,' Russ?"I smiled. "Yes, baby, 'The Who.'"She was humming softly, contently."Where's your teddy bear, Paula?" It's back at the apartment. We're almost there, Russ." Did.