I'm going to try this in third person omnicient about the Dream prince's sister! 

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Karianna opened her eyes, and heard a rustle in the other bed. She turned and looked around the gigantic room, over at her brother's bed. It was empty, the covers neatly arranged. He was standing next to the bed, fully dressed. 

"Karusan? What are you doing?" 

Her brother turned around, surprised, "Shhh... Go back to sleep, Karianna. I'm just getting a drink." 

But something about the way he said it made Karianna hesitate. She turned around, and pretended to go back to sleep, but she kept her eyes open a crack, watching Karusan. He walked out the door cautiously, looking left and right, then turning right. Karianna stood up and followed him through the DreamRealm palace.

Their footsteps were silent against the floor, which was made of clouds. The glass walls showed a dark, night sky outside, with silver stars like jems against the blackness. The walls and floor seemed like they were glowing, but Karianna was used to that. This had been her home since she was a baby. 

Her brother weaved through the castle, and Karianna frowned with confusion. This wasn't the way to the kitchens. Where was he going? Karianna saw him stop in front of a door, and she gasped, her hand fluttering to her mouth. She hid behind a pillar as Karusan turned around, "Who's there?" 

He looked around, the turned back to the door, opening it. Karianna wanted to cry out and stop him, but her voice was caught in her throat. The door led to the LifeRealm... and LifeRealm and DreamRealm could never mix. Karusan was doing it again. Karianna had almost hoped that he would stop it, after what had happened last time... but no. 

He disappeared through the door, and a wooshing sound came out. The door snapped shut, and Karianna came out from behind the pillar, moving toward the door cautiosly. She put her hand on the handle, and took a deep breath. 

Then she opened the door.  

With an elegant swirl of fine robes somebody enters the store: Prince Karusan's sister. She carries a tall staff and wears a lovely, expensive-looking red dress with a full skirt, long flowey sleeves, and gold trim. Her cloak is deep purple on the outside and on the inside I can see red velvet. Her features are similar to Karusan's, but not as kind or delicate. Her lips are thinner and pressed tightly together with anger. Her green eyes are narrow and distrustful. She stalks up to Karusan, glowering. 

"Really, Karusan? This is the one?" she scornfully asks him. Her eyes rake over my face criticaly and she adds, "This one won't even last a night. She looks weak."

Karusan scowls at her, "Why won't you ever be satisfied, Katrianna? You drove all the others away! You just want to steal all the power in this place for yourself! Get away from her!" He pulls me into his arms protectively. She sneers at him.

"Oh, Karusan, you niave little boy. I, want all the power for myself? What a thing to say! No, no, no. Much easier for you to simply give it to me." 

"I will never, ever give you the rights! Never! Father's will is for me to rule!"

She shakes her head, making little tut tutting noises which irritates me quite a bit. "Karusan, Karusan," she smiles, "mark my words, little boy, one day you will beg me to take the throne from you!" Her smile is far scarier than her scowl. 

"Leave!" Karusan scoops up something from the shelf of Egyptian figures and throws it at her. It looks like a shard of green seaglass. Definately not an Egyptian figurine. It shatters at her feet and green light pours from the shards, encasing her in a net and throwing her out the door.

Karusan smiles down at me and I notice with embarressment that I have been clinging to him rather tightly. I quickly let go.

"What was that all about?" I ask, to cover my discomfort. He starts to reply, but an irritating, electric beeping inturupts him. It sounds like my alarm clock.

"Shoot. I hoped we had more time," he mutters, thrusting his hand into his pocket, "Here. Take this." He puts whatever was in his pocket into my hand.

"What is it?"

"A kiss. It's a tradition," his voice is growing faint, but I hear him say, "Meet me tomorrow! Promise me!"

"I promise!" I call to him. The colors of the dream fade. And I am awake.

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I lie in bed for a few moments, savoring the dream. I notice something digging into my hand and open it. There is a small acorn button lying innocently in my palm. I gasp and sit up, hitting my head on the upper bunk.

"Ouch!"

My sister pokes her tousled head down at me.

"Wha' happened? You ok?" she asks groggily, blinking the sleep out of her eyes.

"I'm fine! Just hit my head."

"Okey." Her head moves back. I few seconds later I hear her snoring. I study the acorn button. What had Karusan called it? A kiss? That sounds familier. Where has an acorn button been a kiss? My gaze wanders to the bookshelf. It was in a book, wasn't it? Wasn't it... Peter Pan! Of course!

When Wendy sewed Peter's shadow back on she said she would give him a kiss. Peter didn't know what that meant and held out his hand, so Wendy gave him a thimble instead. Then Peter said he would give her a kiss, and he gave her an acorn button! Wendy put the acorn button on a chain around her neck.

I leap up from bed, go to the dresser, and open the top drawer, where I keep my jewlery. I slip a small, cheap, gift shop pendant off it's chain and thread my acorn on instead, then clasp it around my neck.

A tradition, Karusan called it. I will continue the tradition.