Dream Fairy
 Treacletops
the Dream Fairy is the most powerful, graceful and friendliest of all
the fairies. She is not the queen of the fairies, she doesn’t rule
the other fairies, and in fact most of the other fairies don’t even
know she exists.
Treacletops uses her powers in the background, where
they are hardly ever seen but do the most good. Treacletops has the power
to bring all the fairies back into the real world, the world of human
beings, but she knows they (the humans and the fairies) aren’t ready
for that yet; but when they are, she will do it.
For now Treacletops lives within the dreams of humans, carefully
scrutinizing and nurturing their progress. No one usually sees Treacletops
in their dreams, there may now and again be a fleeting hint of the divine,
a lingering scent of mysterious joy on waking; at these times the Dream
Fairy has probably sprinkled some of her Magic Sugar around your soul,
your life is sure to change for the better.
You see, Treacletops loves
all life, human, fairy, plant and other animals; she wants them all to
be reunited as soon as possible, she skips around from one to the other
making her subtle adjustments and suggestions in the hope that one day
all will be harmonious.
Treacletops is the Dream Fairy, she is the most powerful of all
fairies; but, unlike the others, she is not just an ethereal spirit, Treacletops
has a very real solid form, a very real existence, and a very real place
that she lives.
Treacletops is small, but not so small that  you
can’t see her if you really look; she lives in a little square house
at the Moment surrounded by other little real creatures, her friends are
bees, rabbits, cats, squirrels, all the little animals in the forest where
she built her house, and sleeping people who dream of harmony –
she prefers those to all the others, there’s almost no work for
her to do with those whose dreams need little nurturing, she calls them
Friends and visits them a lot.
Treacletops awoke with the sunshine, whose tender rays found
their way between the forest leaves and through her little window to brush
the Dream Fairy’s face; she stretched out her arms and let out a
big awakening yawn, then swung her legs out of bed and began her morning
exercises.
She started with some simple neck stretches, touching her toes
then leaping into the air; sometimes she got a bit carried away, accidentally
fluttering her wings and bumping her head on the ceiling.
When this happens
she usually says, oops, and has a little giggle. Treacletops
has been getting really into yoga recently; she’s tried lots of
different exercises and likes them all, but for now yoga was her thing,
she finds its gentle movements and stretches keep her arms, wings and
legs nice and sprightly, which helps her bounce through the day with a
smile on her face.
After her half-hour yoga session she went to have a
shower in morning dew, heated just right by the sun on specially made
fairy tiles on the roof. As the water splashed her face and hair, running
down her shoulders, she started to sing.
I love Junaetenpops,
‘Cause he’s in love with Treacletops;
I love Junaetenpops,
And he loves his Treacletops.
After her shower Treacletops went to say hello to the flowers
growing on her porch, she actually has quite a few allergies and lots
of flowers make her sneeze, but she still says hello to them anyway and
cares for them all very much.
Right now she had a bed of pink carnations
growing in front of her house, they like to have her sit on them and dangle
her feet in the pond, luckily she isn’t allergic to carnations so
they don’t make her sneeze.
Sneezing can cause Treacletops all kinds
of tricky situations, you see when she sneezes she disappears and pops
up somewhere else on the other side of the world. She has to keep sneezing
until she pops back where she started from if she wants to get home; it
isn’t usually a problem, but it can be a little embarrassing if
she’s having dinner with Junaetenpops, her fairymate, when she sneezes
herself to Alaska.
It can take you a while to find the right flower in
Alaska to sneeze you back home again. She wondered how long it would take
Junaetenpops to get back from his trip, she knew if she kept herself busy
the time would fly by.
Treacletops sat comfortably on the carnations with her feet in
the little pond’s water, smiling at her wobbling reflection as she
stretched out her thin, delicate legs; she knew there was no point in
thinking about how long it was going to be before Junaetenpops got home,
so she dived straight into the pool and got to work.
The pond outside
Treacletops’ house is not an ordinary little body of water, it is
the Pool of Consciousness for the planet Earth; the Dream Fairy uses it
to navigate around everyone’s unconscious travels, following eddies
and flows till she pops into a dream with a flutter of her wings, like
a new-born dragonfly emerging from its watery birthplace.
The water in
the pond is the magical stuff of dreams, made from the material of souls;
Treacletops is actually a little nervous around normal water because she
can’t swim, not something you think about a lot when you have wings
and can fly.
But this wasn’t normal water so she didn’t give it
a tiniest thought as she plunged straight in with her wings folded and
slicked behind her against her elegant back, everyone can fly in the Dream
World simply by willing it to happen so Treacletops didn’t need
to use her wings, this also helps her to look inconspicuous when she comes
up to you as a walk-on part in one of your dreams.
The Dream World is
black and full of colour at the same time, little Motes of consciousness
float around in various patterns, stirred by Akashic winds; Treacletops
flies in amongst them, around, them, up and over them, every one of the
millions upon millions a dream being played out like a full sensory holographic
movie.
She could guess at the type of dream, the type of personality behind
the dream, using her fairy instincts and by observing the movement of
individual Dream Motes; the mundane dreams about everyday tasks like walking
to the food store and back would spin slowly in flat, plate-like circles,
grounded as if they were in waking life, walking along the street.
The
flying dreams might circle a little at first, but would soon glide into
three  dimensions;
creating long curving trails of dream dust as they soar, Treacletops enjoyed
matching the flight-path of these Motes, pushing her curious little nose
right up to the surface so her face reflected like she was looking at
a shiny spoon, superimposed on top of the dream running on inside.
She
had to press her fairy’s ear against the smooth surface if she wanted
to properly hear the sounds within; she did this now as a flying Mote
half felt her presence and delighted in spiralling around her head, down
her body and tickled her feet until she moved away back into free Dream
Space to pick another at random.
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