The room was white, and a brilliant bright light, hovered like a chandelier, over what must be a great room, that was hidden from my view by a four foot wall; with a polished cherry rail on top. A puffy white mist swirled as it shrouded the floor, that was also made of cherry wood, and it must have had at least seven coats of poly on it, and everything smelled of pine cleaner.
This place must have been recently finished, and cleaned for the first time. It was pristine. It was heavenly, and I knew, it was mine. It was spotless, brilliant white, and seemingly endless, but it was empty, and I felt alone.
Then, from the light, I felt a presence, and heard a voice speak as the white light became a rainbow sphere of flowing tye dye colors. In a voice, both powerful and soothing, it said,
"The Mansion Is Guaranteed, But What Are You Going To Put In It?"
Previously, when I had had this dream before, this is where I had always woken up, but still there I stood, and the air stood still, as if awaiting an answer. I paused, considering my words carefully, what if this was real? Was I truly in my Heavenly mansion? How cool would that be! I mused, puzzled, and pondered, then it came to me, dream or no dream, this was a place where my desires could manifest into, reality!
"I wish for the perfect djinni, to help me decorate; gorgeous, powerful, sexy, creative, obedient, adoring, and addicted to the intense pleasure that comes from the granting of my wishes. Let the pleasure received be double the pleasure given!"
The words escaped my lips, unbidden. Then everything changed. The rainbow orb shifted and changed colors into swirls of purple, white, and gold.
"Then let it be as Thou desires, O man most Beloved, whom I have created after Mine own heart!"
The voice filled my soul with love, and my mind with anticipation. I watched breathlessly as the white mist began to swirl into a pillar that extended up into the sphere. Once it was completely absorbed, the sphere thrumbed with power until I heard the sound of a gong, and saw a marble pedestal appear in a Poof of smoke, with a clear glass bong resting on the top. A floating match seemed to light itself up, and set fire to the purple-haired herbs inside the bowel.
Smoke began to rise in the chamber as if invisible lips were sucking it into invisible lungs. The smoke seemed to take on human form. A deliciously female human form, with massive steamy breasts, and a long ponytail of misty hair. She floated before me, in a form I began to recognize.
