Dream Woman, a 43-year old brunette nurse anesthetist, stands in the hospital corridor a little upset at what a doctor just said to her nurse friend.

“You gave the wrong prescription, now get that patient back here, and let’s do this right!” he screams at a thoroughly intimidated young nurse.

The young nurse is Mandy Johnson and Dream Woman liked her. Mandy is a smoker, and with a little persuasion Dream Woman was sure she could teach her to be a Sleepy Smoker. But for now, Dream Woman was going to teach that doctor a lesson.

“Don’t worry Nurse Johnson, I’ll take care of him, he just needs some sleep”.

Mandy was thankful for the calming and soothing reassurance that Dream Woman gave her. Dream Woman tilted her silky frosted brunette head then walked down the hallway with her eyes beaming intently on the doctor.

Dream Woman was in her patented “sleepy outfit”. She wore a thick white satin blouse with equally thick white satin pants. Her nurses coat was gleaming silky white and hung from her padded shoulders smoothly to the back of her knees.

Dream Woman had her favorite sleeping tool with her, a very special stethoscope. She took the stethoscope out of her deep satin coat pocket and wrapped it around her neck. It looks like an ordinary stethoscope, except that a fist size black satin pouch extends from the actual metal scope, the one normally resting on a patient while listening to a heart beat.
In that pouch is an oh-so-powerful gray sleeping dust. The dust is very smooth but packs a wallop! It’s smell is the equivalent of the strongest chloroform converted to powdered form then mixed with cigarette smoke ash.

It’s incredibly smooth in texture, but the victim never feels the silkiness. A push button on the back of the scope is the valve that forces the smelly powder out of the shaker holes in the front part of the scope. You’d never know any of this stuff is there.

Dream Woman catches up to the doctor in one of the labs. Nobody around, that’s perfect!

“I didn’t like how you talked to one of my nurses Dr. Smith! I think you should be more careful how you talk to Nurse Johnson.” Scolded Dream Woman.

Dr. Smith replies: “You saw what she did. She prescribed the wrong medicine. I can’t have that!”

Dream Woman walks up to Dr. Smith slowly then just stops two feet in front of him. Strangely, Dr. Smith feels slightly aroused as he looks at Dream Woman’s silky thick silvery frosted brunette mane.

“You look so pekid Dr. Smith. Have you been getting enough sleep?” Dream Woman asks.

Dr. Smith begins to answer then Dream Woman lifts the stethoscope six inches in front of his nose and releases a two second puff of silky smooth gray dust that instantly fills his eyes and blankets his nose and lips. The dust adheres to his face with only a small amount cascading downward to his chest.

The good doctor falls to his knees, gasps for breath then just looks up at Dream Woman as a slight smile comes to his face. Then he falls forward into Dream Woman’s satin tunic.

“Pleasant dreams doctor!” Dream Woman says smartly then just lets him fall to the floor. Dream Woman walks business like out of the lab returning her stethoscope to her satin pouch.

Dream Woman saw Mandy a moment later and asked her to put Dr. Smith to bed, he was feeling very sleepy.