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December 20, 1973, a Hospital in Los Angeles California drew the curtians in on one of meny patients there. The paticent while famous, and beloved by meny, couldn't recover from his aching sick heart anymore, too weak from how he overexerted himself, which lead to his hazy final wishes, before finally slipping away to a peaceful slumber for all eternity.
One would imagine, with whatever mixture of religions the man held close and dear to him as a small child and still softly as an adult, that between private prayers, and hopes of something happening, he'd land in whatever the heaven is that eveyone talks about. The suposet rolling hills of white fluffy clouds, or green floral fields with treets sprinkling the landscape- whatever it is he was told growing up and thought about off and on as an adult, it wasn't any of that.
It was a boat in the middle of the clam sunny sea, and him dressed accordingly for such matters. If he didn't know better, he'd asume he was dreaming, that he'd wake up soon, but something felt so..off about it all, as if he knew deep down he was dead.
Bobby Darin was pronounced dead on December 20th, in 1973, and on that exact day he found himself as a boat captain, dispite his history of being a little queezy on boats.
Thankfully that didn't follower through into death, otherwise hes certian this would be some twisted hell for whatever wrong doings he did while living- maybe he didn't attend the churches enough, maybe he didnt pray enough who knows, but he doesn't have to worry about that- he needs to figure out how to sail the boa-
"WHOA!" The sails suddenly turned, nearly missing him as the wind picked up, forcing him along the way as his hands scrambled to grab ahold of things, his mind racing as he somehow knew what to do exactly to keep it all from going south.
The boat did all the work, he didn't need to do much since he was fairly certian that he has nowhere to be anytime soon. Maybe a sunny vacation between now and whenever wasn't bad, who doesn't like the sounds of waves crashing aginst a boat. Leaning back, he decided to take it easy, closing his eyes once again, becuse maybe this was all a dream, maybe he'd open them and be back in that damn hospital room, and maybe he could see Dodd before he passed away.
Bobby jolted awake to the sound of crying, the sky darker now, as his bost gently hit aginst something. He felt like he was in an episode of the Twilight Zone, it was all so odd, so strange how eveything shifted around him, how the boat was docked and some poor young girl was crying. He couldn't help but rush over and help her, and before he knew it the world shifted again.
"Hey! Hey~! Whats the matter dear?" He asked the young girl, who was in a soft yellow dress, no more than maybe seventeen. "Whats a girl like you doing all alone all the way out here? It's December you'll catch cold!" He told her, helping her up as he guided her to a house with its lights still on. She wasn't far from the docs, at least not in this world.
"I-It's not December! It's April!" She shouted suddenly, her voice cracking with each word as more tears fell from her eyes. "It's April and my entier prom is ruined!"
April? Had he been sailing that long? Out that long? Jeeze- and prom? Well, that explains her nice yellow dress..
"Well, why..Why don't you tell me about it? What poor guy stood over you to make you cry?" His voice came soft to her ears, as his eyes looked at her, there was something about him that made him feel younger, maybe it was the fact she was young, and everything around him screamed teenage girl and young adult.
"N-No one!" She shouted back, chest heaving with a sob as she did so.
"..No one?" He couldn't help his head cocking to the side as his brows furrowed.
"No one! I went alone and looked like a fool!" She sobbed out, tears streaming down her face as her body shivered from the crying. "People laughed at me! I've gone all my life alone and with no one! And now I'm the laughing stock!" She wailed out, throwing herself onto the kitchen table, leaving him to try and help her.
"Oh well, your still so young!" He encouraged her, a comforting arm wrapping around her shoulders as he smiled. "I didnt land my true love until about 20! Even then she wasnt who I married." He told the girl softly, who lifted her head up just ever so, to where she could look at him. He couldnt help but wipe the tears from her eyes and brush her hair from her face. "What would make a pretty girl like you smile for the rest of the night?"
"..A dance.." She muttered out, sniffling still as she gave a shakey sigh, and as if on cue, in this wonderful world of god knows what, they found themslves in the living room, where a record softly played now.
"Then it's a dance you shall receive~!" He beamed out wirh pure and utter joy, hoisting her up into his arms as he took her swauing throughout the room, her sad eyes beginning to shine with joy as they found themslves dancing, laughing and having a wonderful time for what felt like hours and yet mer seconds as well.
The music changing on its own as he slowly danced with her. Her head resting gently on his shoulder as they slowly swayed in place, the air warm and sweet with nothing but love in the air as she felt better
"Hmm~ I can't belive it got to dance with a younger Bobby Darin~" She suddenly sighed out sweetly, giggling as she did so.
"A younger me huh? Well I could have swo–" He caught himself in a mirror over the fireplace, his face and all that of when he was just barely 20. It was frightening to say the least, since he knew he was 37, but nothings made since for a while, maybe backwards aging was normal now. "Aha, I mean...well of cource im young! I fit whatever you wish~" Why did he say that?
She only giggled in responce, during her face in his chest as they contuined dancing for a while longer. Her movements growing much slower as he ge try lead her to the couch, her eyes barely open as she smiled at him, an understanding he would be leaving soon.
"I'll see you next time your sad im sure~" His voice came out so sweetly as he gave her a kiss on the cheek, before covering her up and making his way to his little boat.
This was his life now, his job, his legacy, his everything. He would sail across the ocean blue, and wind up someplace new, and odd. People of all kinds needing him to cure their aching, breaking hearts and get reassurance from him. He danced with young girls and older women, women his age, and even men. As the times went on the fashion stsrted changing even in dreams, even in this odd land of inbetween people's words and looks changed.
He learned of all kinds of diffrent folks, hoe eh still had an impact sure, but as it carried on he was less needed by the young, and now just the older crowd.
And then..no one.
Not a soul called on him, for what felt like too meny years no one cried out for a dealer in dreams to come cure their lonely hearts, no one fancied him like they used too..he didnt mind, but what felt like a week of being stuck on a bost with nothing to do but nap and play pretend fishing, he was getting worried.
Had he danced wrong? Spoken poorly? Sad something bad? Did people not like him? What was the matter? He wasnt sure, but just as his fears were getting too strong, he had a storm.
Those never happend..
It was the worst case scenario, he was popular agsin for all the wrong reasons. He learned s movie was made about him, snd he didnt look like the actor, so now he was stuck hiding in his cabin, curled up in his bed afradle to get out, waiting to sink, especially after narrowly escaping a too eager woman.
Dealer in dreams and helper of hearts or not– He was suddenly in his own personal hell..
He stayed like that, hundled up in bed afrade to get out for whst felt like hours, but turned out to be years and days. No one cried for him, or needed him after a while, and not a soul came prying for him in their dreams. It was only when the boat struck land again, did he really relize what all was happening.
'Oh dear god let it be a normal home..' He pleaded with himself, feeling a strange sensation as he stepped foot onto the grassy land. Without a second thought he was in a kitchen, the world around him so diffrent as he floated above someone. He'll give it due, this was new and fun~
What appeared to be a young lady was smiling down at some of his records, his own voice being played out from an album he never thought that popular, as he saw them playing on something small and rectangular. A giggle escaped her mouth before he found himself standing behind them, a smile on his face as they turned, a jump of shock at him being there.
"You called~?" He smiled back, his voice dripping with something he didnt know he had still. Coyness? Cocky? He wasn't sure but he knew he liked this dream.
"Oh my god it's you! You're!! Oh!!!" She jumped for joy, unable to contian her excitment, especially as he moved in to wrap his arms around her. God how he missed theses dreams, theses lands of swaing and swooning, oh, he missed a young woman gushing for him and his name.
"Hmm~ Last time I checked I was yes~" He cooed out, his arms wrapping around her as he swung her around with a small dip, the motion giving her the giggles as she shrieked with excitment.
"My aren't you easily excitable?" He teased back to her as she hid her face in his chest, the two suddenly taking a seat on a couch. The living room was so..so open, so odd, the furnature like nothing he'd really seen, and what he asumed to be the TV was also so..flat.
It was all very odd to him, but he didnt mind, he had a cuddly gushing girl on his arm making hin remember this is what it was all about, coming to their dreams and making them so very happy.
"Hmm~ Your so warm and smell good too!" She told him, laying herself on him as she smiled, his arms coming around to hold her as she did so. "Can't belive your souls' in a record of yours wow~!"
Ah, that must be what his little dream was all about. She must be dreaming he lived in a record and could pop into existence, well that makes enough sense as any other dream he's visited.
Still, somone so young, at what seemed like 20, he himself feeling so alive again as he held her, he didnt know what time it was, or year, nothing, but he knew he liked this.
"Oh well, it happens when your passionate enough~ have all that live pouring into your music you see~" He teased her back sweetly, lips just grazing her firhesd ss he leaned down. She smelled sweet, something about her and how much love he felt in him was amazing, he couldnt belive it.
He's never felt this way before..not since belive alive.
"Hmm~ Yeah well, not all your records do that, only certisn ones, the last one you did or your fsviort something, I dont remeber what I read.." She mumbled out to him, her body pushing ahinst his wich made him groan slightly, god he felt everything tonight.
"Sorry, trying to get comfy.."
"Hmm, your alright, just been a while, now..now what is this about souls in records?" He ssked her sweetly, smiling at her as he did so.
"Oh! Like, somone got a dean msrtin record at a thrift store and he popped outta it! So now they have poor Dean msrtin captive basicslly.." She began, moving slightly to loop up at him a smile on her face. "No one's really been able to find others, and like, you can choose to not be there a lot of the singers choose to not show up...hmm, but its fine~" She laid her hesd down on his chest again, feeling a semce of total security as she curled up on him. "I don't get records for hopes of you I get them becuse I love the songs..your just a bonus~"
"Oh well im flattered even in today's, day in age I hsve a pretty girl like you collecting my records~" he softly told her, his hesrt suddenly pounding in his chest.
He almost felt bad about leaving her, especially wirh hoe sleepy she was but before either of them knew it, he was holding he close to him ss he blinked, feeling s headache overcome him as ringing started, ans suddenly, hes on his bost again. He imidiatly felt how cold it was without her on his chest, how he missed her already..maybe he'll get lucky and see her again..
He found himself staying docked on thst little bit of land, a short convresty, rocky beach turned into grass quite quickly as the everlasting sunset faded into a more twilight look...it was always late afternoon, and nightime..rarely early mornings and never noon in this world.
Not like he minded too much, he was always busy normally, but it sometimes lingers on him, tbe feeling of missing things..
He found himself sitting on his bost, outside on the beach unable to enter, the once time he manged to get uo to the house and peak inside she was simply sleeping, sll curled up and warm. He couldn't visit her, nearly check on her..
Now, tonight was diffrent, and..messy–
He walked up to the house as everything shifted sround him, he smiled with pure joy as he found hinself at s night club again eager to see all those pretty fsces and sing, and even more eager to find little miss dresmer~
She was hiding, in her dreams tonight she was shy, playing a role she thought he'd enjoy, acting the part for the era, and hsd terrible setting he ought to add. How she was stuck leaning behind a pillar kf all things the be obscured by.
His set ended and while he only walked off stage for a moment, he found her, how shy she was ans nurvous, she didnt know him in this dream outside of her being a fan, and he the illusive Bobby Darin..
Her dress was ro her knees, she had flats on, she looked so scared to breath wrong..she was beautiful, so so very beautiful.
She kept hiding away, so shy so scared, barely able to ask for an autograph, he felt bad he couldn't give her a real one to wake up to..never the less in the dream world this went on for three nights, ans when he finally caught her, well it got s lot messier snd more fun after that.
Messier in the sence of, dreams can't always keep up with whatever your doing, if the dreamer wants s change of scenery it can happen, or sometimes it turns into a nightmare..sometimes the person dreaming is sick or has truamas so deep it influences their dreams.
Other times, its whatever this girl had going on.
"Oh~ theres a gorgous gal up in the front row~ and I'd love to ask her out~!" He sang out on stage, she accepting his offer to sit upfront ans be ssked out fron the crowed, and just like thst she was backstage and then gone.
Just gone, ans he was suddenly in his house with her peaking from the side of s wall. He had absolutely no idea how they got there, he knkws she probably woke up since he felt a bit groggy himself..woke up and fell back asleep..those instances always make him groggy.
"Well come on inside! I won't bite promice~!" He called out, a wave of dream memories flooding him as he whined. He didnt like it when thst happened, but the dreams do that too, flood you with information on ocassion.
The issue was he couldnt grasp it, sll he coukd see was him pushing aginst her making out, so maybe shes shy again..he would be too, in her shoes.
"Come on~" He cooed out softly, sweetly as he smiled at her, she finally coming away from the wall wirh a smile as she took the drink he made, as they both stood slowly sipping whst he asumed was ment to be bourbon, yet it tasted like whiskey..he wasnt sure it was njce regardless, especially when he got to lean in close to her.
"I-I gotta tell you something before you get too excited.." She looked sad, worried almost ss she spoke.
"Yes? ..Oh is..Is it your first time? If so I really dont mind going extra slow~"
"Y-Yes and no, its my first time! I- uhmm but I well theres im..well-"
"Shy about undressing?"
"Yes, but im a..Well you knkw..I dont im scared to hsve it sone and- im a..Well what woukd you do if I told you I went by a diffrent name and liked to-to be called good boy?"
Good Boy..Oh wow, he's not met anyone like thst in a long time, long time..he's never done anything like this before either, and shamefully he doesn't mind on account of how..he looks.
The dress, the hair, the mskeup, its all every femine, yet and air of something else which he now relized was the sort of masculine underones...or very neutral. If dressed up right, he wouldnt be able to tell the sweet man's gender at all.
"Hmm~ I can get behind all of that~" He cooed out, wrapping his arms around the others waist as he pulled him close to kiss him sweetly, softly, a feeling of pure joy blooming in his chest as he felt the other finalky melt aginst his lips.
Something clicked between the two, something he craved and dreamed of himself for god knows how long he's missed it. The touches, the kisses, eveything about it all, how he craved mkre of it, and more of him. He didnt even mind the switch up in pronouns, why, if it ment he could be fed and loved, at this point he'd dress hinself up as s girl and be called snything in theses sweetly soft dreams if it ment one more night with him.
His hands lingering in sll the right places, their minds hazy with need, he knew he would be causing him to wake up sll needy, wet and wanting..he felt bad about it, especially ss he fitted himself inbetween his legs, their hips meeting escjother in pleasurable thrust before a final kiss left the two breathless, the world around them melting away as he woke up on his boat once more, his head spinning as he panted from whst just happend.
He loved thst boy, that adorble young man, and he felt so free to explore himself here, to help wirh dreams, to do anything and eveything needed for his sweet prince..he hopes he sees them again soon, it gets lonely and fast without them..
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"Hmm~ Long time no see~" He hummed out, seeing thst familsr house and person before him.
No one dreams of Bobby Darin anymore, or rather, no one wants him and yearns for him so much that they dream of him. Used to it was still young folks, and then they grew older ans became the old folks, but he really only showed up to those who were crushing on him, inlove and needy for company in their dreams, something he didn't mind at sll.
Now, whatever year it was, he just had the one, and oh..how it was the best of both worlds to him~ That sweet young man who was very into 80s fashion in his dreams, and had an affinity for dressing in skirts and businessy cloathes..Oh it was so cute the way he'd cross his legs, kick his feet jn the air and beg to be swayed, the way he simply was full of life even in his dreams, he loved him.
He felt he almost had a relationship with him, hoe he saw the other so often, so much, snd they genuinely talked about some of their deepest secrets, namely the younger male.
Who was surprised to see him in his house.
"I was beginning to worry you were breaking up with me! Or god forbid~ seeing someone else.." He teased, as he pushed himself off the doorframe to come wrsp his arms around the other who was giggling.
"Oh well~ aha..hmm, sometimes it dream about other fellas too you know.." He beamed out, s gentle kiss placed on Bobby's cheek before pulling away.
"Oh yes I know, thst actor fellow, John Cusack.." He sighed out, eyes rolling slightly at the memory of learning who he was, he saw a photo, hes well...they look similar, and so he thinks the guy just has a type called, 'Men with big dark eyes and dark hair who smile and make him laugh' which he csnt blame him for, its s wonderful intoxicating type~
"Oh hush! He's only ever held me, besides I like you more~"
"Hmm that soo~?" He hummed, pulling the other closer ss he kissed him, before burying his face into the crook of the others neck.
"Yes! ..Got a better chance of getting with you than him sadly.."
He didnt respond to that, he simply held him in his arms, offering s gentle dance to put the other at ease. Hes been...lonely lately, ans so stressed, a lot of bad days thst hsve been affecting his dreams snd even how he acted in them..a slave to the dream gods, how cruel they are.
He wished with eveything in him that he could properly be there for him, hold him, whisk him awsy from it all, oh what he'd do to ensure he rembered him, even. Could see him..hold him anything. Theses last few times he visited he couldnt tell if the other knew the dreams were connected or not, snd oh..it made his heartache.
"Hmm, its getting late, you should go to bed.." He mumbled sginst his neck, still swaying in place.
"Oh but..But I dont want to, I- I dont.." He pleaded, eyes barely open, even in dreams he hsd to sleep, or wake up rather.
"Oh dont be so sad!" He beamed out, hands coming up to cup his face, a toothy grin as he did so. "I'll see you next time~ and maybe one day soon~!" He wasnt sure why he ssid thst last psrt. What possed him to say such words but if he could fill the other with love snd hope of finding someone worthy of their time and attention, why, he'd lie all night long.
"Hmm oh I guess you will–" The dream was starting to blur, their body shofting awsy ss they clumsily tried grabbing his hands, a smile slresd far across his fsce before s sort of relization set in. "Hey! Hey what do you mean!? What do you mean by that–!!?" He rushed out, grabbing the others tie as he felt his hands coming to grab his face softly, before a swift wink from Bobby entered his vision as his hesd spun, snd befkre long he was awake, snd Bobby was back to sailing..
He hasnt dreamed of him for a while..or last not for long, its always quite short, more a Hi, then Bye than anything..
It was making him lonely himself, all those hopes and eager nights, only to be lost in a new maze of being back stage and his dressing rokm which everytime he went to open it just wouldnt budge.
Until now, a gentle knock, before it swiftly opened.
"Oh..Well~ Long time no see~"
There he was, his beautiful boy all dolled up, in a sparkly dress as he lead him into the room further, kissing him gently as the night became some sort of desprste cry for love, for attention, to be held, for anything and everything as both cried while holding one another, those smiles never leaving their faces once.
"God hoe i missed you~ your so sweet and soft, god how i missed you~" He rushed out between kisses, still hoping, silly praying for the dsy he may be able to hold fhem for longer thsn one night..
May he be allowed to escape being the dealer in dreams, for he feels he finslly found his true love, after sll thsi time of sailing well beyound the sea..