Garth glanced away from the lime green bug-eyed monster toward the movement he had seen to his left. The movement turned out to be His wife Jaye. She looked at him, then at the monster.

"Tell me that thing's tame," she managed to say.

Garth looked back at the monster, feigning surprise. I thought it was your mother!" he replied.

She punched him reflexively.

"Umm," Garth mused out loud.

"Umm, what?"

"Is it me, or is the reality quotient a little low right now?"

"Reality quotient? We've got a green bug-eyed monster sizing us up for dinner. Who cares about reality quotients!"

"Think about it. Green bug-eyed monsters? How many of those have you seen? Or even heard about? You're dressed in a nightie and I'm not dressed at all. Methinks this is a dream. And you know I can change my dreams when I know I'm dreaming."

He willed Lawrence Welk's orchestra into existence, playing their theme song. Bubbles started coming out of the monster's mouth, nostrils, and ears, drifting on the breeze to the music. A look of panic siezed the monster's face.

Garth willed his wife into a jitterbug dance routine completely incongruous to the music being played. Nothing happened.

"Interesting," he said, raising his eyebrows.

Jaye looked from the lime-green bubble-blowing-bug-eyed monster to the Champagne Music Makers, then to Garth.

"That's not quite the word I would have chosen," she said.

The monster abruptly exploded, dumping a copious quantity of pale green suds everywhere. Garth's and Jaye's eyes burned from the suds, and it became almost impossible to breathe.

They startled each other by both abruptly sitting up in bed.

"I just had the weirdest dream," they both said in unison.

"Couldn't possibly be as weird as mine," Garth said, sure of himself.

"Weirder than a green bug-eyed monster exploding on us to Lawrence Welk?" Jaye asked.

Garth wasn't totally sure he was awake at this point.

"Ok, who did I say the monster was?"

"My mother, you rat."

Garth turned on his bed-side lamp and turned to Jaye.

"You giving me subliminal suggestions while I sleep?" he asked.

"Not unless you're giving them back to me. We were both asleep."

"Cool!" Garth said.

"So how did we do that? I mean we've each dreamed about each other, and I know we promised to share each other's dreams in our wedding vows, but I didn't think we'd be doing it literally."

"Is that a problem?" Jaye asked.

"No! I mean, other than understanding it of course."

"Do we have to understand it?"

"You know me," Garth shrugged. "I have to understand everything. If we did it once, we should be able to do it again. I think it could be pretty fun to share dreams, don't you?"

"Well, yeah. You realize though it could just be a one-time fluke."

"No point in considering that. If it is, it is. If we believe we can do it again, we have a better chance of doing so again. At least according to Mr Tao."

"Is he still hanging around with Mr Jones?" Jaye asked.

"Not Dow, Tao. As in when. ." Garth began to explain.

"I was making a funny, 'Mr Literal'. I know you were talking about the chemical company."

"Speaking of chemicals, could we have eaten something that triggered the dream?"

"Well, we had Chicken Tagine for dinner, but we've eaten that lot's of times without weird dreams."

"Today was T1 wasn't it?"

Jaye rolled her eyes.

"Yes, it was the first day's serving, so tomorrow will be T2 unless you'd rather I froze it for later. Excuse me, I'm going to get W40000." She started to get up.

"W forty thousand?" Garth asked blankly.

"I'm thirsty! Jaye answered, as if that explained everything.

When she returned, Garth ventured "OK, one thousand glasses of water a year for forty years."

"Or whiskey," Jaye dead-panned.

"Let's freeze one of the Tagine servings and have something else tomorrow. If we don't share a dream, we'll go right to T3 the next night and see if we dreamshare."

"Dreamshare," Jaye said settling back down. "I like that. NN twelve thousand something."

"Nite nite yourself, wife one."

"Well, that was a wash," Garth said when the alarm went off in the morning.

"I didn't see you in any dreams I remember."

"I saw you, but you didn't start changing things around like last time."

"OK, so back to the Tagine tomorrow then."

Jaye laughed.

"What?" Garth asked.

"You make it sound so serious. I thought it was one of your favorite dishes."

"Give me a break. I'm pursuing a goal here."

"You're always pursuing a goal!" Jaye quipped.

"Thank you." Garth replied.

Jaye rolled her eyes.

On the table between Jaye and Garth as they waited for desert was, of all things, a tambourine.

"So, would that be your 'Green Tambourine',she asked."

"Dang," Garth answered.

"What?"

"I was trying to identify that song on the Muzak, but now all I can think of is 'My Green Tambourine'." He shifted in his seat.

"You ok?"

He looked down at his lap.

"I seem to be naked. Or did you already know that?"

"It's hard to miss that you're sitting shirtless in a nice restaurant, and since I'm in a nightgown myself I just figured we're dreaming again."

Garth picked up a spoon. Holding it up to his mouth, he said "Testing, testing." His voice boomed throughout the restaurant. Forgetting he was still holding the spoon, he said "Yup, it be a dream." That also boomed througout the restaurant. Feeling embarrassed, he put the spoon down.

"Well, so far the evidence suggests that the Tagine is triggering our dreamsharing," Jaye said.

Almost before she had finished speaking, a waiter had appeared from nowhere with their desserts.

"Your key lime pies," the waiter said.

"Who ordered key lime?" Jaye and Garth asked in unison.

"If you don't like them, you could just leave. I'm sure you forgot your wallets anyway."

"He has got a point," Jaye said.

"Bavaria good?" Garth asked Jaye.

"Long as it's monster-free," she answered.

Garth poked the left side of his upper chest with two fingers of his right hand. A chirping sound was heard. "Beam us to Bavaria, Mr Snot."

"Aye sir," a small mechanical sounding voice answered.

Jaye and Garth experienced a tingling sensation and the restaurant faded into a beautiful green landscape.

"What's this green fixation lately?" Jaye asked.

"What fixation? Landscapes are often green. Especially non-desert ones."

"Yeah but green monsters, green tambourines, key lime pies, and now green landscapes?"

Garth imagined Jaye's skin turning bright green. Nothing happened. He looked up at the blue sky and thought it to be a dark forest green. Abruptly it was.

"What are you doing?" Jaye asked.

"Researching." He made the grass bright blue.

"Are you done playing? I thought you were going to show me Bavaria."

He thought her skin a nice shade of lavender. Nothing happened. He snapped his fingers and the landscape was back to normal colors. He thought himself six inches in the air.

Dutifully, his feet lifted off the ground. He thought Jaye six inches in the air. Nothing happened.

"Come fly with me," he said, holding out his hand. Jaye took it and stepped up as if onto an invisible stool. Together they began drifting over the countryside.

"I like Bavaria," Jaye said after they had seen everthing Garth could think to show her.

"Of course, this is Bavaria as I remember it from 1985. It's probably totally different now," Garth observed.

"Yeah, I imagine nowadays people would stare rudely at a nightgowned lady and a naked man flying around the countryside without a plane."

"Where to now, milady?"

"I want to see some of your childhood memories. Those ought to be good."

"As you wish," he said. They were suddenly seated in a movie theater.

"What, you remembering Saturday Matinees?"

"Not exactly," he said, handing her a box of popcorn.

On the screen was the title "The Life of Garth". Tacky silent-movie piano music was playing. Garth got a handfull of popcorn from Jaye's box. Before eating it, he squinted at it in the dark.

"Lights," he said, lighting up the theater.

Jaye looked at him questioningly. He nodded to the popcorn in his hand. It was green.

At some point during Garth's teen memories, he dozed off. As Jaye watched, he slowly vanished from his theater seat. In front of her, the film broke and the screen went white.

Garth's coming back to bed woke her up. She punched him.

"You left me hanging there," she said.

"Sorry. I had to go to the bathroom," he replied. "On the plus side, to quote my favorite lady 'the evidence suggests that the Tagine is triggering our dreamsharing'. I vote we have Chicken Tagine every week for a while."

"As long as you help fix," Jaye answered.

"I didn't see you," Garth asked.

"Did you see me?"

"Actually, no."

"Dang. I thought we were on to something with the Tagine."

"If it worked every time, we'd have been dreamsharing long before now," Jaye pointed out.

"Yeah but we didn't know we could do it before. Now we do."

"Don't fret it. Last night was just 'T1' of this batch. We've got two days of leftovers yet."

* The next night *

"It's about time you showed up," Jaye said as Garth approached the mud-pool in which she was immersed to her neck. Also in the pool was a Klingon male, and an older woman.

"Slide in, the mud's fine," Jaye added. "And for once, your outfit matches the occasion."

Garth lowered himself into the warm mud beside his wife. He looked around at the familiar faces.

"Luwaxanna suggested it," Jaye said gesturing at the mud.

"I believe a couple of people are missing," Garth said.

Jaye looked around. "Yeah, I think Deanna's missing." A younger woman appeared between Jaye and Luwaxanna.

"And let's see, Jean-Luc?"

A distinguished bald man appeared next to the klingon.

"No." Garth said. "Try Alexander." The bald man became a klingon male child.

"That's right," Jaye agreed.

The older klingon grunted. "You're just supposed to sit here?" he asked.

"Whatever floats your boat, Worfie babie," Jaye answered.

"Worfie Babie?" the klingon and Garth said in unison, one outraged, and the other amused.

"Pardon my wife, Worf. She sometimes suffers from foot-in-mouth disease. When he turned to look at her, he was startled to see her mud-covered foot in her mouth. Curious, he willed the foot spotlessly clean. It was. He willed the foot bright green, then lavendar. It changed both times.

"That," Worf commented, "Is strange!"

Garth then willed the pool to be much larger and filled it with the London Philharmonic Orchestra. As they played Also Sprach Zarathustra, he willed himself and Jaye the ability to stand on top of the mud. There they danced the twist, completely out of kilter with the music.

"This is different," Garth said when the music stopped.

"On numerous levels I'm sure." Jaye replied.

"I mean like this, for instance." he snapped his fingers and Jaye vanished. He snapped them again and she re-appeared.

"That was very relaxing," she said.

"Yeah, but I've never been able to do it before."

"So you're learning," Jaye said.

"No, I'm just dreaming alone. I can't control you when we're dreamsharing. It's nice to have you here, don't get me wrong. But this is just one of my standard lucid dreams. He turned Jaye into a large butterfly. See what I mean?"

"Very funny. Can I be human again, or are you really into interspecies relationships?" Jaye asked.

He paused, seeming to weigh the notion before restoring her to human form.

Jaye gave him a raspberry.

"I didn't see you last night," Jaye said.

"I saw a good bit of you, but I don't think it was really you."

"Who was it then?"

"Well it was you, but only my dream representation of you. It's just as well though, it was a dirty dream," Garth grinned.

"Oh?" Jaye's eyebrows nearly disappeared into her hairline. "What, was I covered in mud or something?"

"Yeah," Garth replied, caught off guard. "Where you there after all?"

"Not that I remember. Why? Where were we?"

"Does 'The higher, the fewer' ring any bells for you?"

"Well, I don't remember any bells in that episode, but I do remember the mud bath. Was Worf still grumpy?"

"Pretty much."

Jaye was in the back seat of a car with her friend Dawn. Jaye was holding Dawn's granddaughter. Incredibly, the car was being driven by Jaye's deceased mother, who was just as incredibly drunk.

"Mom, you're going to wreck us. You need to pull over." Jaye said.

"Kids are too much trouble," her mother answered.

"I'm going to make sure Dawn and her daughter don't have to suffer with that baby."

"Pull over now, mom!" Jaye demanded.

"I've got a gun," her mother answered waiving it around to show.

Jaye leaned over and whispered to Dawn "at the next light, I'm out the door and running with the baby. You go out the other door and we'll meet a couple of blocks down."

"What are you talking about back there?" Jaye's mother asked.

Jaye just looked out her window in response. She was startled to see Garth's upside-down face looking in at her. He was apparently lying on the roof of the car.

Jaye used sign language to tell him that her mother wanted to kill the baby. She wasn't sure she got all the signs right, but Garth seemed to understand her. She asked him to change the dream to something nice.

Garth closed his eyes for a second, then opened them. He shook his head no, then his face disappeared as he shifted around on the roof. Jaye next saw him slide down the windshield onto the hood. She was glad he was dressed for once in a dream.

Jaye's mother hit the brakes hard to throw Garth off, but he managed to hang on. She then sped up.

Garth managed to get up to the front bumper and while holding on to the hood managed to stand on the bumper and get the hood partially open. He reached in and pulled something and the engine died.

Jaye's mother hit the brakes hard again, but Garth was ready for her. He was able to hang on. She then picked up the gun and started shooting at him. She missed twice but shattered the windshield. With the car moving slower and her mother distracted, Jaye handed the baby to Dawn and tried to grab the gun out of her mother's hand.

The gun went off, this time hitting Garth.

"No!" Jaye screamed.

"No, no no!"

"Hey, it's ok," Garth said once his adrenaline abated and he got his bearings. Jaye's scream had jolted him awake and he was a little disoriented. "You were just dreaming. It's ok."

"I asked you to change the dream to something nice," she said.

"And I wasn't able to?"

"Apparently not."

"Wasn't me then. I don't even know what you were dreaming about.

"You wouldn't have wanted to be there," she said. "It was just bad."

"Well, sorry. We gonna try Tagine-ing again next week?"

"I don't think so. Dan's going to be home from school. You know he won't eat any, and I don't see making two different meals. You know, it may not be the tagine anyway."

"I know. But it still seems like our best lead."

"Were you planning on having leftover burgers tonight?" Garth asked.

"Well, the man-child made way too many last night. Why?"

"Look what I found in the freezer," Garth said to Jaye, as he unsealed the plastic container.

"T2 from a couple of weeks ago. Remember, we skipped one."

"Put it in the fridge, and we'll nuke it tonight."

"Whatcha nukin?" Dan asked, walking in.

"Just some chicken Tagine," Garth answered.

"Gonna try that dreamscaping thing again?"

"Well, dreamsharing anyway."

"That is just way too cool. I hope you guys figure it out," Dan said, grabbing a soda out of the refridgerator.

"I'm heading to Mindy's for a while. Should be back for dinner."

Garth found himself in a dirt street facing a wooden building with a sign reading 'Last Chance Saloon'.

"Well this is tacky," Jaye said.

Garth looked up at the sky, made it yellow briefly, then looked at Jaye and imagined her skin blue. Nothing happened.

"It may be a tacky dream, but we're sharing it," he said.

"Well cowboy, I reckon you aught to escort me in to the saloon. Wouldn't do fer a lady to go in alone."

"Reckon not," Garth answered. He took Jaye by the arm and they entered the saloon through the swinging double doors. They had a good look around before sitting at a table.

For the most part, the saloon seemed to be right out of the old west. The electric lights, cash register and airconditioning somehow didn't detract too much from the overall effect. The female bartender did, however. She was black, wore flowing purple clothes, and a large strangely shaped hat.

After seeing the bartender, Jaye said "A little heavy on the Star Trek."

Garth asked "We aren't very original, are we?"

"Hello, miss Guinan!" Jaye called. "Got any sarsparillas?"

Guinan smiled, worked behind the bar for a few seconds, then walked to the table carrying two glasses of bright green liquid.

"I've got something better," she said as she sat with Jaye and Garth and handed them the drinks.

Garth sipped his drink. He couldn't identify the flavor.

Jaye took a sip of her drink.

"It's. . It's. ."

"It's green," Guinen said.

"You're right," Jaye said.

"We're not very original," Garth said, pulling a phaser out of nowhere and vaporizing Guinan.

"Garth!"

"I thought it would be original," he shrugged.

"You can't kill Guinan," Jaye said, as if stating the obvious.

Garth shrugged, and the glowing vapor reappeared and condensed back into Guinan. She gave him a dirty look before he snapped his fingers and the saloon disappeared. Garth and Jaye found themselves on a tropical beach at sunset. On the eastern horizon, a full moon was rising. From each of the palm trees along the beach grew a cluster of limes.

"You know I'm going to have to hurt you if you keep up this lime-green theme," Jaye said.

Garth stopped at one tree and stared. Limes and coconuts were growing intermingled on the same tree.

"That was the song playing in our last shared dream," he said.

Jaye looked up into the tree.

"What was?"

"She put the lime in the coconut," he said.

"Okay," she replied. "Nice moon, anyway."

"Well I'm kind of attached to it," Garth replied.

"I meant that one," she said pointing, "but yours is ok too."

"Hey Glenda!" Garth yelled.

"Glenda?" Jaye asked. "As in your aunt Glenda?"

"No," Garth answered, "As in the Good Witch of the North." He pointed to a round object in the distance which seemed to be bobbing along in the air toward them. After a minute or so, it arrived. As they watched, the bubble vanished, leaving Glenda standing on the sand in front of them. As she lifted the hem of her dress to keep it out of the sand, Garth and Jaye could see the white Rebok sneakers she was wearing.

"How's it hangin' homies?" Glenda said.

Garth and Jaye looked at each other surprised.

"I'm sorry," Glenda said in her prim and proper voice. "That 'Good Witch, Bad Witch opener does get old. What can I do for you?"

"I was wondering if we could borrow one of your bubbles for a while." Garth said.

"Planning to travel, are we?" Glenda asked.

"I'd like to," Garth said. "Are they vacuum-rated?"

"Dear me, I think so. I know they will withstand 100 feet of water, and the insulating capability is good against hot lava, but I've never ventured into a vacuum before." She shrugged and smiled sweetly. "I guess I prefer places with a little atmosphere."

"So where're we goin?" Jaye asked.

"Yonder," Garth said, nodding toward the moon.

"The moon should be lovely this time of year," Glenda said.

"As opposed to any other time of year?" Garth asked.

"Oh, don't get smart with me, young man," Glenda said with a sweet smile. "You wouldn't want that bubble turning into a pumpkin with the two of you inside."

"Sorry, Glenda," Garth apologized. "We really appreciate your help. How do we control the bubble?"

"You just close your eyes and wish youself to the moon. To return..."

"We click our heels 3 times and say 'there's no place like home'?" Jaye asked.

"Oh no," Glenda laughed. "This model is an upgrade. Heel clicking isn't required anymore." She handed them a green box.

"Your in-flight snacks," she explained.

Garth peeked inside, then reclosed the box."Thanks Glenda," he said.

Glenda reformed a bubble around herself."I've got to go see if the munchkins have gotten into my liquor cabinet again. Hasta lavista, baby!" Her bubble drifted away.

Another bubble appeared around Jaye and Garth. Garth looked for a place to sit. On finding none, he imagined two reclining captain's chairs, and sat down in his.

Jaye sat as well, and fastened herself in with a seatbelt. When Garth looked at her with eyebrows raised, she shrugged and said, "Just want to arrive alive."

Garth pointedly made no attempt to strap in. He started to put the green snack box down at his feet.

"Let me guess," Jaye said. Complimentary in-flight limes."

"I wasn't going to show you," Garth answered. He opened the box to show her a dozen limes. He willed the box to change into a dozen roses which he started to hand to Jaye.

"Uh, Garth" she said, nodding at the roses. They were bright green.

"Sorry," he said. Throwing the flowers over his shoulder. They vanished to a comic whistle sound effect.

"Ready to go?" he asked.

"Roger," Jaye answered.

"Eyes closed," he said.

"Check," Jaye answered.

"Wishing to moon,"

"Check." Jaye was startled to hear a sort of thud and 'oomph' sound from Garth. She opened her eyes to see him plastered against the wall of the bubble with the breath knocked out of him. Beyond the walls of the bubble was a stark lunar landscape.

"Do I need to say 'I told you so'?"

"No, we can skip it if you want."

"Good. I hate saying I told you so."

"Oh you love it, and you know it."

"So, we just supposed to sit here?"

"I'd stand up if I were you," Garth said. With a whooshing sound, the chairs disappeared, unceremoniously dumping Jaye on her derriere.

"Careful with that payback," Jaye warned. "It's my dream too. Besides, why are we here?"

"I thought about walking on the sun, but I know how the sun gives you a headache."

"Alright, so we going for a walk?" she asked.

In answer, Garth took her arm and started walking. The bubble rolled under their feet like a giant hamster toy.

"This is cool," Jaye said, "but could't we have just come here without Mr Bubble?"

"Depends. How long can you hold your breath?" Garth answered.

"Don't have to hold your breath in a dream," she pointed out.

"But how would we talk then?" he asked.

"Hmm." she replied.

"Best not to get too analytical with a lucid dream," he said. "You might end up waking up before you want to." He stopped and reached down through the bubble to pick up a pair of similarly sized rocks. He handed one to Jaye.

"His and hers," he said. "See there, I told you I'd give you the moon one day."

They continued walking for a while until Jaye stopped. A short distance ahead was a chicken, in a little chicken spacesuit, sitting on a small crater. Suddenly seeming to notice Garth and Jaye, the chicken scampered off, flapping her spacesuited wings.

"I have to see this," Jaye said.

On arriving at the hen's 'nest', they found a single lime inside.

"Garth, make this stop! We're on the moon! Limes don't grow here! We can't turn around without running into limes,or hearing songs about limes and coconuts. I don't even like limes particularly. The only time I've even bought them was when the store was out of lemons. Heck, I only buy lemons for the..."

"Chicken Tagine!" they both said in unison.

"Yes!" Garth said, jumping up, hitting his head on the bubble, and stretching it alarmingly.

"Whoa, Tex! One-sixth gravity, remember?" Jaye said.

Garth recomposed himself. "You do see the significance?"

"You didn't marry no dummy. I used limes instead of lemons in that particular batch of Tagine. Apparently that little change in the recipe makes us dreamshare."

"Let's tell Dan," Garth said.

Abruptly, Dan appeared curled up on the floor. He cracked open a tentative eye. "What?" he asked, groggily.

"Welcome to the moon, Dan," Garth said. "Here's your rock."

"Umm Hmm," Dan nooded, taking the rock and closing his eyes again.

"I don't think that's really Dan," Garth said.

"Could be," Jaye said. "He's not your best 'waker-upper'. I'd give it 50/50 odds."

Garth decided to do one of his standard tests. He imagined Dan's hair neon-blue. "Just what I thought," he said, pointing to the blue hair. "When you're really here, I can't do stuff like that to you. It's a pity. I think he'd have enjoyed the moon." Garth 'sent' Dan back home.

"Now that we're alone," Jaye started with her best sultry voice.

"You wanting to join the 250 thousand-mile-high club?

"I thought you'd never ask," she said.

Later, Garth said, "Well, so much for the moon. Any other ideas?"

"Will this thing do light speed?"

Garth shrugged.

"Bubble, up!" he commanded

The bubble shot straight up until the moon was small in the distance.

"Which way? Garth asked

"Second star on the right, and straight on til morning! Whatd'ya mean 'which way'? Geez Garth!"

"Ok," Garth conceded. "I never read TREASURE ISLAND."

"Bad," Jaye said, shaking her head.

"Best strap in," Garth said, sitting down. When Jaye had strapped herself in, Garth pointed and said "Thatta way".

The stars became rainbow streaks - blue ahead, red behind - before disappearing completely.

"That was a neat dream," Jaye said, stretching.

"I reckon," Garth replied. Jaye could tell by his tone he was concerned about something. "What's up?" she asked.

In reply, he held out his hand. He was holding a rock. "Look familiar?" he asked.

Shocked, Jaye felt around the mattress where her right hand had been when she awoke. She found her own rock.

"They could just be common rocks," he said. "But I suspect if we had them analyzed, we'd have lots of 'splainin' to do."

"Garth, we live in Florida. The sand capitol of the USA. It's not like we could have picked these up in the yard."

"Yeah, I know. I guess we need to be careful what we dream from now on."

At breakfast, they discussed possible ramifications of the possibly-too-real dreamsharing. They were interrupted by Dan coming into the breakfast nook.

"Which one of you left the rock in my bed?" Dan asked.

Jaye and Garth were speechless, staring at Dan.