The Breaking Dream {}Chaptereh One{]

Dreams.
Such a wonderful thing.
Figments of imagination.
Figments of your mind.
Oh yes, those wonderful things.
Oh yes, those wonderful dreams.
The thing I live for most.1

-[/SYSTEM START\]-2

Dreams are fun things. Like that dream about Tsubasa... priceless. I could write a book about that dream. Really and truly could. And then it would sell millions. Anyway, dreams are the best. It’s fun thinking of what you’ll dream about at night. And you’re always wrong. Always.3

“Sakura!” my mom yelled from downstairs. “Dinner!’
“Okay!” I yelled back down. I cancelled from Windows Media Player, muted the volume, and pulled my headphones out of the jack. 4

“Sakura, why do you still have your headphones on?” Julia, my sister, asked.
“Did you still want to listen to Velvet Revolver or Breaking Benjamin or something?”
“No, just brought them with me.”
“So, Sakura, how was your day?” Mom asked. She always asked.
“Well, tedious, monotonous, humdrum, customary. Yes, it was just school. Always will be like that.”
They all just stared at me.
“So, Julia, how was your day?”
“Well, I saw Preston today and I asked him if he took my bracelet, because I know he did, and he’s all, ‘I did not’…”
And it was like that the rest of dinner.5

Finally, time to go to bed. Julia always looks over my shoulder when I play Mario & Luigi: Superstar Saga. And I can barely play like that. So, I’ve advanced 93.6 percent to where I am at night.
“Die you stupid Larry Koopa!” I said to my game in an irritated tone
I was rapidly pressing the ‘A’ button as Mario did his signature ‘Chopper Bros.’ move with Luigi. Dodging Larry’s attacks, I got Luigi to do his also signature attack – ‘Knockback Bros.’.
“Yeah! You stupid noob died!” I said, jabbing the screen with my pointer finger.6

The game continued like this for two hours, sometimes dying, not because of the Koopas, but because of these regular enemies scattered around Bowser castle. All the Koopas where easy.
It was finally time for Cackletta – no, Bowletta. Then just Cackletta, if I remember correctly form the Walkthrough. 7

I was straight in the middle of the battle when sleep came over me.8

Time for my favorite things.9

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I was on the recess field from school. Great – school in my dreams. Just the thing to kill the whole dream. Man.
“What’s up?” some kid asked.
“Canada, the sky.” I replied.
“Actually look down.”
I glanced down. I saw blue sky and white cloud.
“Yizkes! Whaztheheck?!” I yelled.
“Welcome to life, weirdo. It’s always been like that.” He said, then walked off, shaking his head.
And this is life? Why am I a weirdo? I mean, I guess I am. People have always told me I am. Okay, think about the problem! What the heck is going on?
Wait, duh.
This is a dream.
But you can’t really think in your dream, can you? Well, it’s never happened to me. You? Well, not I’m just talking to myself in my head. So…
I tapped the next person that came by. It was a little 8 – year old girl.
“Do you know where we are?” I asked politely.
“You tell me.” She told me, shrugging. She walked off.
You tell me….Weird. Why is everything weird here?
“If I dig in the ground, I’ll probably dig up a Chuckle Bean.”
“Yeah, you will.” A passerby told me.
Okay, think. I have brain, right? And we use that for thinking of solutions….
I tapped the next person passing by.
“Where are we at?” I asked, losing my patience extremely quickly.
“You tell-“
“Look! I need answers! Is there anyone here that could help?”
They thought for a second. Then they said, “Eunice.” They walked off.
“Wait! Where is this ‘Eunice’ at?”
I had to look around a bit to find someone who would even look my way. But they just answered, “Somewhere.”
Those freaks. I wanted to hit him and watch the blood spray out. But he ran off somewhere. Where Eunice is. ‘Somewhere’.11


It must have been four whole hours until someone else told me anything.
“Eunice…She’s at the store of Cyclonis Pad.” She hurried off.
Now where is that?
Well, I had no problem finding it.
There was a giant sign that said, ‘Cyclonis Pad’ in giant red letters on it.
“Hello?” I said as I walked. “Is Eunice here?”
“Sure say woot!” a girl with hair down to her feet and longer yelled as she popped out of a chest.
“Yizkes!” I yelled. (Yes, I like the word Yizkes quite a bit.)
“Yep, it’s me Eunice! You need something?”
“Yeah. I need to know exactly where we are.”
“The place we are in is a place by the name of Schizophrenia!”
“You guys name the town after a mental disorder?”
“Yeah. I got to name it, and I just love the sound of Schizophrenia.”
“But why do people not know where they are? I asked them where I was, and they said, ‘You tell me.’”
“Well, I hope so. You made this place up.”
“I what say do?”
“I said, you made this pla-“
“I know you did, but how did I make this place up?”
“Your mind, dork. Welcome to your dream!”
“What?!”12