Dreamality: Chapter One

The light flashes on my shirt through the blinds on the window. It reminds me of the roof of the cave by the brook in the forest. In my dreams I'd take her there every night. Every night, we'd sit there picking those color cycling flowers. 1

They'd turn from blue to yellow to purple as we sat there and talked. The water was clear and you could see the vibrant fish in it swerving through seaweed. 2

I really don't know what I'm doing here, laying on this cold bed. The AC has been on to fight the summer's heat, and my blankets are cold. I'm waiting for sleep. I'm waiting to see the girl I haven't seen for eight  hours. 3

Technically, I saw her an hour ago, but that wasn't her. God, I'm crazy. I can't even bring myself to even talk to Rob and Gail anymore. Rob actually stopped calling, realizing that I wasn't going to do anything.4

I stopped eating two days ago. The weakness should help me sleep. The weakness will let me see her.5

I sit up on my bed and stare at my sharp toe nails. I realize I smell like BO. I gave up on appearances a month ago. I haven't been able to be myself at all, since, I met her.6

We had started a dream diary in Psychology. It was a regular project. I was normal then. I was wearing washed clothes and my toe nails were of average length. Mrs. Bonkon was speaking monotonously to the class about the project. I was doodling in my notebook when something caught my eye. I saw her in the courtyard through the window. She was stunning. She had culy blond hair and vibrant red lipstick on. She wore black thick rimmed glasses and a tattered jean jacket. She was the epitome of beauty. My inquisitive brown eyes and her shocking green eyes caught for a moment. 7

I didn't think much of it. She looked like a senior and I was a sophomore. There was no way she'd be interested in me. As I walked home I crunched leaves and discussed her with Rob.8

"Do you know her?" I asked.9

"No," said Rob. Rob wasn't really paying attention. He had his arm around Gail, and they were tickling each other. I fell behind them, and sat on the curb of the sidewalk. 10

Whatever. I'd be over her like the others by next week. I stared at the blank road. There was one lone leaf caught below a rusty screw. I stared at the leaf. It was brown and frail, a remnant of winter. I almost considered lifting the screw from it, and letting it fly free. However, I sat and stared at it tearing from the pressure of both the wind and the screw. It finally broke off, and left a little piece below the screw. 11

My heart felt torn. All of my friends had somebody to hold. I was left wanting more. Connie had ripped out half of my heart, and left me loveless. Now, I was watching my friends find love, and slowly realizing Connie didn't like me that way.12

The wind blew my hair into my eyes which made them tear up. I fought my hair. I didn't want to cry. It was all so pointless.13

I went home that night, and fell asleep. I began to dream. The beginning of all of my problems. I floated off of my bed bashfully as if I was embarrased to be there. I could hear a young woman's voice.14

"Come here! Hey you, I can't get in!"  I floated toward my window. It was completely pitch black. There was nothing there. I began to hit it, and yell, "I'm coming!" My voice sounded like I was underwater though. I smacked it, and I rushed out with gallons of water that I hadn't noticed in the room.15

I was laying on my lawn, but my house was a giant cement box, and there was no one there. I screamed for the person to return, but I couldn't see anybody. 16

I wandered toward the road where there was a car pile up. More cars kept hitting it, and a police officer was just standing there sketching it. I noticed one of the tags said my name, "Ethan." In fact, through further inspection they all did.17

I tapped on the cop's shoulder, and when he turned arond I was shocked to see my friend Jim. He frowned at me, and said, "What?!"18

"What's going on here?" I asked. 19

"There's a pile up, but this happens two, three times a day. We can't really stop it," said Jim.20

"Jim, why are you a cop?" 21

"My name is Mij, and I am no cop. I am a law enforcement technician," he proudly said.22

He kept talking, but I moved forward past him.  There was someone on top of the cars. 23

"Hi," she said.24

It was her. It was the girl with the ruby lips, blond curls, and shocking green eyes. She was wearing a knee length skirt, and black fish nets just like when I saw. 25

"I forgot my name, but I'm glad to meet you. I saw you in the courtyard today," she said simply.26

I gasped. The cars were simply vanishing below her. Mij's voice went on in the background as I noticed I was floating toward her.27

"My name is...is...I can't remember. I saw you too. You're really - pretty," I smiled. She smiled back. Her mona lisa smiled made me float faster. There was no need to float I realized. The cars were gone, and they'd stopped coming. It was just us and the road.28

Mij yelled something inaudible as I grabbed her hand. "Let's go somewhere nice," she whispered.29

I closed my eyes, and when I opened them we were at the brook. The one with the multicolored flowers and fish. 30

"Do you know why we're here?" she asked uncertainly.31

"I don't know, but it's really pretty. I went here once when I was little, and it was really polluted and run-down," I explained.32

"How come we can't remember our names?" she asked. 33

"I just saw mine. All over these license plates on cars driving by, and I don't know. Maybe..." I stopped talking. She stared at me and said, "Maybe what?"34

"Maybe we don't need names here. Maybe we're just us," I said. I was surprised I came up with that explanation. I sat on the softly waving grass and stared in the creek. The sun was rising through the trees ahead.35

"How come we met here?" she asked.36

"I don't know if we're even properly meeting," I said.37

"Well, we go to that same school together. Will we remember it in the morning?" she said.38

"I suppose so. I never wake up the same way I am in dreams," I said. 39

"Well, we should meet in the library of our school. At 2 PM," said she thoroughly proud of this.40

"You won't be there. This is just a dream, and I'll forget it in the morning," I sadly said.41

"You have that assignment in Psychology though. You have to remember your dreams," she said hopefully.42

"Wow, I do. How'd you know that?" I said.43

"It is your dream, remember?" she said.44

I stared at the sun. It burned my eyes. The black wood that bordered it, tamed it a little, but it still burned. The blue walls of my room replaced the sky as I slowly awoke. I reached for my notebook on the nightstand and I wrote. 45

I never wanted to forget that dream as long as I lived.46

Maybe, I'd go to the library at two. Maybe, she'd be there.47