A Trip to the Dreams of the Day.

“Goodnight Trace!” These were the last words Trace heard and through the minute crack of his eyelids, he saw the silhouette of his mother leaving the room. Trace fell off to an extremely deep slumber. The events of this perplexing yet joyous day mixed with the subconscious thoughts of his mind as he slipped below the surface of reality to the unfathomable depths of dreamland.1

Trace found himself standing on his bed with the golden yellow rays of the magnificent sun crawling through the room until they met his dark-brown eyes. The sunlight made his black hair shine in awe as the skin on his face wrinkled as Trace stared outside the window. 2

Then, a voice from above rang through the heavens and shook the Earth with its awesome might. “Trace! Get down there before your bus leaves!” “God?!” Trace pondered out aloud. Now the voice became high pitched and squeaky and mocked, “No, I’m your father. “My father?” Trace replied with an utterly perplexed look. “No! I’m your Jiminy-Cricket!” Trace raised an eyebrow. The voice then bellowed, “I’m your freaking conscience!!!” shattering the walls around him and plunging Trace into a dark abyss.3

SLAP!!!! “What?!?!” shouted Trace rubbing the side of his cheek that now had turned redder than a strawberry. “Ah, nice to see you’re finally awake.” said Mrs. Bart who for some odd reason looked like a cross between Marge and Bart Simpson. She had the face of Bart, the hair of Marge, and made little children run in terror, giving the boogey-man a run for his money. 4

“It’s time for some Advanced Algebra, Sir Trace.” Mrs. Bart walked towards the blackboard. Now, Trace finally took a look at his surroundings. He was in a classroom that had no floors, no walls, no ceiling. Yet, everything was there, as they should be, supported by something whether it be a wall or floor. Now that Trace took a closer look, they seemed to be floating in space. Yes! He could make it out! The constellations of Orion, Leo, Aquarius and even Taurus. 5

“…and the integral of y is the sum of two x plus the differential of z.” lectured Mrs. Bart as she wrote on the blackboard that Trace assumed was there. As she wrote, each number, each letter, each symbol, seemed to sprout a pair of wings. Some sprouted wings like those of angels, those of demons and some had a wing from both an angel and the other wing from a demon. These winged ‘creatures’ aimed for Trace’s head and gave him a pounding ache. He rushed out of the room through the door that gently floated in and fit itself into the room. Out the door, Trace shouted, “I don’t like Advanced Algebra!! Evan Basic Algebra for that matter!!” with the winged creatures, who now seemed to have sprouted arms of skeletons, following closely behind.6

Trace was now sitting below a huge tree on the edge of a huge mountainside lake. The tree was so beautiful. From every branch, from every leaf, little specks of some gold colored dust fell onto Trace; he wasn’t bothered. The lake seemed like a sheet of glass with a huge rock harmoniously projecting up from the surface of the water, in the middle of the lake. And on top of this rock, stood a castle. This castle seemed to resemble…”Hogwarts?!?!?!” shouted Trace, “How in all things sane did I end up here?!” 7

“Is anything sane?” said a soft, calm voice from below. Trace looked down. There, in his arms, was his girlfriend, Annabelle. “Aren’t you happy to see me?” she replied. Trace just smiled. Annabelle was a girl like no other, with long flowing, bark-brown hair and the most beautiful eyes the resembled the brown of coffee beans. She had the softest lips that even to it, silk couldn’t even compare. Trace, below that tree, on the edge of this lake, then relived his first kiss.8

After their lips parted, a bright light emanated from Annabelle’s heart, blinding Trace’s eyes. He gently closed his eyes, and then opened them to find himself in his room. The sunlight was beginning to crawl through again. The fabric of reality was repaired as he got out of bed to begin a new day.9