[ WP ] A genie grants you one wish , so you wish to meet the girl of your dreams . There 's a flash and in a moment standing in front of you is ... your girlfriend of two weeks from 8th grade .

`` Debbie Mcnamara? Why is she here?'' Tim cried out in disbelief. 
 
 `` You did say the girl of your dreams, master.'' The genie said. 
 
 “ I didn ’ t mean HER. Sure, we had that…thing in 8th grade, but it was never the same after that. ” 
 
 Tim inspected Debbie Mcnamara, who was in some sort of a state of suspended animation, hovering in mid-air and being turned slowly around by the genie ’ s powers. She looked just as she did in 8th grade. In fact, it IS the same Deb. The blond hair, the cute nose, the kidney-shaped birthmark on her left arm. A warm greenish glow surrounded the floating girl, which crackled and intensified every few seconds. Like she was engaged by a tractor beam of some sort. 
 
 He remembered how Deb was the only girl he knew who could run faster than him in the tracks. He had better test scores, though. Tim was first in his class. Deb a very close second. Then her family had to move out of town. 
 
 Amazing, Tim thought. This genie ’ s powerful but stupid. 
 
 “ No. Not her. ” 
 
 “ I am positive, my master. ” The genie replied. “ I accessed your dream database, and you dreamt about this girl twice as much as any other. ” 
 
 Tim shook his head in disbelief. I have a dream database? 
 
 “ This can not be. Take her back to where you conjured her from. And BRING ME THE GIRL OF MY DREAMS! ” 
 
 “ As you wish ”, the genie bowed. 
 
 Poof! Debbie Mcnamara disappeared, and in her place- 
 “ That ’ s Mrs. Hodgson from next door! ” Tim bellowed “ I don ’ t want her, either. ” 
 
 “ According to your dream database, she is the second – “ 
 
 “ No. ” Tim cut in. “ Don ’ t access my dream data-whatever, anymore! When I said I wanted the girl of my dreams, I meant..I dunno…maybe Kate Upton or Heidi Klum or something. ” 
 
 “ Sexual fantasies do not count, my master. ” 
 
 “ Aaaaaargh! ” 
 
 “ Honey, honey, wake up, what ’ s wrong? ” Tim was being shaken awake. 
 
 “ Wai..Wha..? ” 
 
 “ You ’ re having a bad dream. You alright? ” 
 
 “ It ’ s fine, hon. Go back to sleep. ” Tim smiled as he caressed the kidney-shaped birth mark on his wife ’ s left arm. 
 
 
 
 
 

