Johnny and the limit

Johnny knew the first dream was just a dream; there had been no zombie apocalypse.

Johnny knew the second dream was just a dream; he had been to space before and had met alien life but not as the captain of a starship and they weren't little green men.

Johnny knew the third dream was just a dream; wonderland was simply too strange of a place to be anything besides a dream.

The final dream of the night… what had at the time felt like the greatest (and possibly most unsettling) dream of his life was now painted in brand new colors. It had been in his room, where he was sleeping. It had involved only himself and Mary with no unrealistic characters or settings. It had felt so intense. It had felt so real.

Holding his sisters panties in his hands brought the crashing realization into focus: it had felt so real because it had been real.

Sensing Dukey was beginning to stir Johnny darted his eyes about his bedroom, spotting his backpack lying on the floor beside his bed. Being the closest hiding spot Johnny quickly stashed Mary's panties into his backpack and sealed it up. Dukey was his best friend and Johnny needed his wisdom now more then ever but at the same time if Dukey found Mary's panties there would be… uncomfortable questions to answer. Uncomfortable not just because of what had happened late the previous night but also because of how willing Johnny had been at the time to join Mary in her nocturnal mischief.

"So, did you sleep well last night because I slept like a log!" Dukey said, stretching his legs out and yawning like a dog.

"Ah, yeah… I slept great. So great in fact that I'm starving. Race ya down stairs!" Johnny replied, leaping out of bed and making a dash for the bedroom door knowing Dukey would likely not be far behind.

*A moment later*

Johnny was surprised to find he was the last one to the breakfast table (besides Dukey who was hot on his tail). Johnny plopped down into his seat before noticing Mary was standing next to the stove with six plates and what looked like a cross between a ray gun and a skillet.

"What's going on?" Johnny asked, looking first at Mary and then to his parents.

"The girls wanted to try out their new pancake making device so Mary offered to make breakfast." Johnny's mom replied.

"I call it the 'Lightspeed pancake machine!'" Susan announced to no one in particular, "By using nano-wave technology the LPM can produce perfect pancakes in mere seconds and can even create multiple orders of custom pancakes for multiple taste preferences."

"Blueberry pancakes for Mom;" Mary stated as she pointed the ray at one plate before moving on to the next in sequence, "Buttermilk for Dad. Strawberry for Susan and me and chocolate chip for Johnny. It even produces special steak flavored pancakes for Dukey."

As she stated each type of pancake they materialized on the plate before Mary gracefully set them in front of the appropriate person. As Mary placed the last plate on the floor for Dukey Johnny grabbed for the maple syrup and was about to pour when he noticed something odd. As Mary took her seat at the table she gave a quick smile and glance at Johnny before receiving complements for both of her parents.

"These pancakes taste delicious Mary!" Their father stated.

"Yes, you girls have really got something with this invention." Their mother added, "Don't you think so Johnny?"

"What? Oh yeah, they're great." Johnny replied, not paying any attention as he abruptly squeezed a massive sum of syrup onto his pancakes.

"That's enough syrup Johnny." Their father criticized, "You don't need to get that hyper this early in the morning."

Though maple syrup was delicious, it wasn't the taste that made Johnny pour so much but rather the message Mary had written with chocolate chips on his top pancake.

"Want 2 ditch skol & C a movie? Meet me corner." The pancake had read, the message barely fitting in the space even with the abbreviations.