The Music in the Dream

That night, Susan slept and she had a very strange dream. She dreamed that she was in a city she did not know. It was like no other city she had ever seen. The buildings were made of pitch black stone, the sky was as red as blood! The streets seemed to twist in a maddening pattern that made it impossible to navigate from one place to the next. It was warm, almost humid and she soon found herself becoming tired of the constant heat. Wherever she looked, the streets seemed to carry onwards and she could see no one else. No other living soul inhabited the city.

Susan ought to have been afraid but some part of her was aware that she was dreaming. There was no danger. This was simply a very odd vision conjured by her sleeping mind. She'd been so full of despair and tears that it had taken her hours to get to sleep. Perhaps this was the result of that?

Not knowing what to do, Susan wandered the city. The buildings were very impressive, she had to admit. She did not know the stone they were made of, but they were made with a certain beauty to them. Pictures had been carved into the walls and stone pillars which stood beside the road. They looked runic, though they were not any kind of rune which Susan had ever known. Then again, she did not know many runes.

The city was vast, she quickly realised. No matter where she went, it seemed to stretch on forever. Massive stone buildings rose up across a crimson sky, casting the streets below into flickering, dancing shadows. There should have been many, many people but there were none. It felt eerie, like she was the only human in the whole world. Gradually, Susan began to become anxious. She did not like being alone like this. As a princess, she'd never been this alone in her whole life. There had always been someone in the next room at the very least, and usually she had her servants, her sisters or her mother to talk to. But now there was no one else at all. An aching sense of isolation gnawed at her and she decided she wanted the dream to end now.

But the dream did not end. Not even when she pinched herself. It felt real. The pain felt real when she painfully dug her nails into her arm. She felt a small flare of panic but **** it down. Surely, it couldn't be anything but a dream? She wanted to call out, to scream and cry but some deep, old part of her recognised that this would not be a very good idea in this place.

Suddenly, there came distant music. Soft and low. Susan froze, not expecting it after hours of travelling on her own. Music meant people, and at that point she was willing to take any company at all over nothing so she set about following it. It was haunting and soft, touching something deep inside of her. She remembered songs and stories of sirens who lured people to their deaths with heart-touching melodies and grew more nervous. Yet she could not stop herself from following anyway. The sound led her to a large hall surrounded by purple-leafed trees. The doors were ajar, and inside there was a single great stage surrounded by rows of raised seats. It felt a little bit cooler inside of the building and Susan breathed a sigh of relief.

There was someone standing on the stage. It was the first person that Susan had seen since the dream began. It was a she. Very definitely a she, considering the lack of clothes. She seemed to be wearing more jewellery than actually coverings, and Susan had never seen anyone like her before. It took her breath away.

She was a tall woman with a trim looking body. The hair which fell to the ground behind her back was dark and black. Her skin was red, and she had curled horns which emerged from her forehead. Susan's gaze was drawn to her body almost instantly. She had never before felt a desire for any woman but something rumbled within her as she saw the sleek body, the long legs, and the unclad chest of the music player. Susan felt her face going red - the woman had pierced both her nipples and her mound, and tiny strings of golden chains ran from breasts to her womanhood. A thin sheet of transparent velvet hung between her legs, which did little to obscure but made her look more alluring by at least pretending to do so.

Susan felt desire stirring inside of her. What sort of dream was this? She'd never thought of anything like this before! She wasn't even attracted to women! Yet she could not tear her eyes away from the sight of the female players. Her eyes were pressed tightly closed and she was playing a flute of bone. The song wafted and danced around them until Susan was entranced. The music was like none she had ever heard before.

Suddenly, Susan bumped into one of the chairs which made a loud sound. The music stopped and the woman's eyes opened. Susan flushed bright red, realising she'd been spotted spying on such an intimate moment. The crimson-skinned woman looked both shocked and surprised. She opened her mouth to say something-

And then the dream ended.