In the dream, I was there with Mona, and I went straight to the point.

“What I’d like, if you can do it, is a portal between my home in Alaska and my dream-home in the world Nancy lives in. My home is two doors down from hers. Um, no, I shouldn’t call it a portal because of the Portal People. Let’s say a doorway.”

“Interesting idea. Doorways like you propose are one of the standard spells magic users learn here, but I’ve never heard of anyone casting one between different worlds! But then, the other magic users don’t know about your other worlds. I could try it, but there’s no chance I would be able to do that with the wand I have there. And no, I thought about smuggling this wand into your world, but it’s far too long.”

She held out her wand, which was much larger than the one created from a chopstick that fit in her purse in my world. It was about 15 inches long, and she pressed it against her body, showing it would have reached up from her crotch to the bottom of her lungs. It would have been impossible to bring into my world whole because it was too long to fit inside her, all the way inside her , unless she did surgery or a trick to make her swell up like she was pregnant. That was too much to ask, and I am not sure I could summon her that way. I imagined bringing only part of it would at best just ruin the wand, and at worst have dangerous magical side-effects. But it also wasn't what I meant to ask.

“No, I mean for you to create the doorway here, within the dream. One end of it is in a dream world, and I don’t know if you can make such a doorway, but I’d like you to try.”

“I can’t make such a doorway remotely. I have to be there at one end of it. But maybe I could if I make a doorway to your dream world first. It will let me confirm I have the right place.”

“Sure. Try that. I give you permission to make such a doorway.”

She waved her wand, and a doorway opened up in a wall near us. She peered in, and then beckoned me to follow her as she stepped through, and looked around.

“Yes, this is the place, as weird and boring as it looks. Now I give you permission to make a doorway from here to my real-world home in Alaska. Oh, I only rent that place; is that fine?”

“It’ll vanish as soon as you lose the legal right to be there. So don’t miss your rent or anything.”

Mona waved her wand again, but what appeared was a completely black rectangle, and the blackness was solid and impenetrable.

“What happened?” I asked.

“I think it’s because you’re sleeping over there. You cannot travel from the dream back to the waking world because you’re already in that world, and I cannot travel from your dream to that world either.”

“But will I be able to use the doorway when I’m awake?”

“I think you should be able to.”

I made one more request from Mona.

“Can you make a doorway to Victoria’s house? It’s basically this same house, but the bedroom has Victoria’s stuff in it.”

“It’s a different world, though. One that Victoria lives in and Jody does not. And I need Victoria’s permission.”

“But I’m Victoria, and I give you permission.”

Mona waved her wand a moment and shook her head. “Nope, you control Victoria’s body, but she’s a separate person from another world.”

“OK. I’m still trying to figure out how this works, but that helps, and makes some of the recent events make sense. But I give you the permission for this side of the doorway when Victoria can ask you to create it from the other side.”

We went back through the doorway that we could use, into Mona’s world. She started to take down the doorway from her castle into my dream-house, but I asked her to keep it. So instead, she created a door in the doorway, which she locked. The last bit of the dream was Mona telling me how the sea dragon egg was going to hatch soon, so I should start my period of not summoning her into my world. Maybe these doorways would give me a way to visit, though the locked door clearly meant she didn’t want me coming and going as I please.

I wasn’t fucking the doll, so when I awoke on Friday, July 21, the doll is all there was. Well, almost... because the doorway was there, and I could walk through it into my dream-house. It was just as I remembered it from the dreams, including last night’s. But I had to go to work, so I didn’t go exploring it much until the evening.

One of the interesting things about my dream-bedroom is that it is basically set up the way it was just before I went off to college, when I was 18. When I checked carefully, though, I discovered that none of the things I still owned were there. I could carry stuff either way across the doorway, but no one thing existed on both sides. The dream-bedroom was full of memories, things I had lost or discarded, and served as a way for me to get those things back.

Many of them I still had in college, but this was the last time they were in the real-life version of this house. Dad was 42 when I was born, and 61 during my freshman year of college when he had a heart attack. After going to Tallahassee initially, he ended up working with a specialist in Jacksonville during his recovery. That was a three-hour drive from home, and Mom moved to an apartment there. When Dad got out of the hospital, he lived with her and they never moved back home. To what I considered home, anyway. Mom told me to take what I wanted of my stuff or it was getting thrown out, and sold the house. Then I moved up to Alaska after college and ended up throwing a lot of it out anyway.

Dad’s better now, but still living with Mom in that apartment. I haven’t visited them since coming up here, in part due to how long it takes to get there and in part due to not having a bed there to sleep in. I could stay in a hotel, but it, well, doesn’t feel like home. This place was home, even if it’s deserted now. And now, it is attached to my home, effectively a part of my home once again.

I had another boring nothing dream of Victoria in her dream-house Friday night as a way of summoning her to be here all day Saturday, July 22. I could make the doorway into Victoria’s dream-house later. Now that I understood Victoria better, I wanted to experience her more.

I showered Victoria first, this time knowing I could simply instruct her to shower and then sit there in her mind enjoying the ride. She had less sensuous a shower than I had with her body last time, but I still felt every part of it. After that, instructing her to get dressed resulted in looking through her wardrobe, and Victoria selected some clothes and put them on, but it wasn’t a date outfit today. Victoria wore jeans and a simple pullover blouse that was only distinguished from my T-shirts by having scalloped sleeves and a little heart applique at the point of the V-neck. So I dressed myself similarly, and went to breakfast with her, a breakfast that Victoria set up.

Why was today so different? Maybe the whole point of the “date” last time was so I’d learn that important aspect of Victoria’s personality. Now we both knew she was the dominant member of our couple and that wasn’t needed.

I figured out pretty quickly, though, as Victoria cleaned up breakfast, that Victoria was curious about the doorway, and she wanted to get through the morning stuff as quickly as possible. She was still getting her way, but this new addition to my house had made her curious about its contents. Admittedly, I hadn’t explored it all myself, and I was curious whether anything would be different when I had Victoria with me. But the curiosity seemed to affect Victoria differently. So it wasn’t even 7 AM when I was following her through the doorway into my dream-house.

With both of me standing there, I could much more easily mentally compare the contents of Jody’s dream-bedroom, which I was looking at now, with the contents of Victoria’s dream-bedroom which I had looked at during the last dream and other dreams of the past. Victoria directed the session, going through my things, and thinking about what the corresponding thing looked like in her room.

Even though she had the same sort of things as me, it seemed like nothing was exactly the same. Unrealistically, the bed was perfectly made, but I had a blanket (what we call a comforter now) that had NFL team logos on it, while Victoria had one with butterflies. I had a comb and Victoria had a hair brush, both blue, interestingly. Most of the little-kid toys were not there, as we had already gotten rid of them by this time, though I could remember some of the ones Victoria had at earlier ages. At this age, I had boxes of some of the more advanced Lego sets that included gears and motors, while Victoria had bins of beads and cord she made bracelets with.

And when I looked for it, there was the dildo and vibrator I had experimented anally with, during the time I was trying to figure out my sexuality and explore everything. Mom had bought them for me when I confided this secret in her and asked for them. Pretty quickly I realized they didn’t do anything for me, but I kept them right where I found them now. I tossed them when I went to college, having decided that chapter of my life was over. My recollection from Victoria’s dreams was that she had multiple dildos and vibrators; I should check that in her dream world.

I spotted a picture of my fifth-grade class on the wall, the last year in elementary school and the last time we had such photos. Looking closely, I realized it was different from the real one, because Nancy was in it. I remembered a similar picture on Victoria’s wall, but I had not looked at it closely enough in the dream to notice who was in it.

Thinking back some more, I remembered a specific dream. Two separate but linked dreams, actually. Victoria had gone shopping with Nancy the weekend before photo day and we spent our allowance buying matching pink dresses with small white flowers on them to wear in the photo. The next time I had a real-worldish Victoria dream, I was getting Victoria ready for school on the morning of photo day, and I had to do all the things: shower, put on panties, bra (11-year-old Victoria had already outgrown an A cup and wore a B), stockings, the dress, my name necklace (matching one Victoria had given Nancy, except that Nancy had more colored beads on the sides of her name since it was shorter), and lipstick and blush, the only makeup Victoria wore then.

That was mere months after Nancy played “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours” with Jody in another dream, and the shower during that dream was probably the first time I touched Victoria’s private parts. And somehow even then I didn’t even care. Victoria didn’t masturbate during that dream in the least. Those parts were just something that was there and had to be cleaned with the rest of me. Showering was just an obstacle on the way to dressing up and looking nice for the class photo that day. Surely, Victoria and Nancy should be in those dresses in the photo on her wall, but Victoria had not looked at it that closely during these recent dreams. In my dream world, Nancy wore another of her more typical dresses in the photo. I made a mental note to check that out.

Returning from my daydream to the dream world we were currently standing in, we spent a couple hours going through things, and then we felt the urge to go outside. Nancy seemed not to be home; maybe she was away working her boring job. But we went out to a store, and that’s where it got creepy. There were other people in the store, though it wasn’t crowded. But we couldn’t look at any of them. We couldn’t get a clear image of any faces but our own. And there was never anybody in our way, or standing near us. The entire checkout area was a blur except the self-checkouts, so I paid for our purchases there, and we walked back to the house.

When we went to go back through the doorway for lunch, the items I’d purchased wouldn’t come with us. I realized that was because of Mona’s magical restrictions. The things in Jody’s dream house belonged to me, in a sense, and I could take them through with me. But I’d paid for the new purchases with Jody’s fictional credit card in the dream world, which I’d grabbed on instinct when leaving Jody’s dream house, not having brought my real one in because of how much in a hurry Victoria was to see it. Allowing me to bring those things into the real world was tantamount to conjuring money, and it was prohibited. We could only use them in the dream world. When I checked later, I wasn’t able to bring my real-world credit card through the doorway into the dream world either. The prohibition worked both ways, perhaps.

“What about food?” I wondered. Any sort of food was allowed, according to Mona. We went to a grocery store and bought just enough to make lunch for the two of us, and those items came through with no difficulty. I wondered about eating at a restaurant in the dream world, but we probably wouldn’t get a waiter to notice us or we would have to look at a faceless waiter during the meal. What we did this time was probably best.

I wondered if I could skip the trip into town entirely. I wasn’t expecting any packages or important mail. My bills, apart from what I paid at the camp office for the rental of the house and its utilities, could be paid online. We went back out and bought more food, enough that we wanted a car to bring it back to the house. The car I’d had in high school and college was there; I’d sold it and bought another in Fairbanks rather than try to ship it all the way up here, also buying something I thought better suited for the environment here. But the old car worked in the dream world, and I had the same weird experience on the road that Nancy had described, where there were other cars but never any in my way. Dream traffic.

We filled the fridge. Somebody might wonder where we got some of the items, since they were not available in the store in the town near camp, but I wasn’t planning on sharing them with anybody except my summoned characters. This was saving me some time, and a bit of money, but I think getting a wider variety of food was more important than either.

Before it got too late in the day, while we were in the real world, I called my parents. I didn’t think it made any sense to try that in the dream world; even if I succeeded in contacting them, they probably wouldn’t remember it in the real world. That kind of thing works for Mona and Nancy, but I assume that is only because the dream world is their real world.

When I mentioned that Victoria was with me, my look-alike that was the reason I’d asked if they had any other kids the last time I called, Mom suggested we do it as a video call. So I got the app we used started and Mom set it up for them.

“Wow, she really does look like you!” Dad commented.

“Yeah, I can understand why Nancy thought she might be your sister,” Mom commented.

We didn’t talk long, because Dad was having some sort of health issue that didn’t allow him to talk for long. And I didn’t notice until after the call that Mom had mentioned Nancy. That was unexpected.

All the people in camp knew I had a woman living with me, but they conflated them all in their minds. When Nancy was here, they all acted as if Nancy had been living with me since the start of July. Even if she never left the house, guys I encountered at the work site or in camp might mention her. If I’d summoned Victoria, they’d mention her instead, and likewise for Aries and Mona. One co-worker or another had mentioned each one of them at least once when I knew they hadn’t seen her that day, and nobody had ever mentioned the name of someone not present that day. On the days no woman was here, they’d believe I had a woman here, but seemed to not remember her name, and I’d gotten some “your woman” references on those days. Mom was the first person to mention any of my women by name on a day she wasn’t here, and I wanted to figure out why, so I decided to make more of these calls, on different days, with different summoned characters.

We went out again afterwards to see what other interesting things we could do in our dream hometown. We ended up going to see a movie. In the same weird way, we couldn’t really interact with the people directly, and couldn’t buy a ticket. But nobody kept us from simply walking into one of the theaters, though we had to locate the movie we wanted on our own. Surprisingly, they were showing current films; I halfway expected it to be the ones from senior year of high school. I noted another thing to check later: Had we seen the real film, or just my impression of what would be in it?

Back in the real house, we ate dinner from the dream world food and had sex again, with Victoria still choosing how we did it but not needing to be quite as much in control.