Roommates [dreamnotfound / gream]

12 ; we need to talk about drista

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dream face reveal??? jan. 1st???

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yes i know dream is 21 i made him 22 shh
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It was raining. It was thundering, loud, crackling roars in the clouds followed by bright strikes of lightning.

The rain pelted the windshield, making it hard to see anything, especially the road.

"Clay, I'm scared."

"I know," Dream glanced over to his little sister. "It's fine. I'm a good driver."

"But you only have a permit," She whined, chewing on her nails.

"I basically have a license," Dream said.

His sister furrowed her brow, watching the rain drops race eachother down the window, often stopped as more drops hit the glass.

"We should go home," She said.

"It's fine," He shook his head. "I have to-"

"You don't have to," She said.

Dream huffed. "Mom needs it."

"She doesn't."

"What do you know? You're just my annoying brat of a little sister."

His sister started crying. Dream panicked, reaching over to wipe her cheek as the rain fell heavier. It faded, Dream was 22 again, but he was underneath something. Something heavy, it was suffocating him.

It was water- he was drowning. He tried swimming to the surface, but it was always so far away. Everytime he swore his fingers brushed the cool air above him, the warm water was higher than expected. The light reached his face, and he could see the sun in the sky through the water's haze.

Dream tried yelling, air bubbles surrounded his face before floating to the what looked like the surface. There was no more space in his lungs for air, he had to breathe in, his mind begged him to, his fingers twitched as he slowly sunk into darker water. His lungs filled with water, salty water that stung, as good as it felt to breathe in, the new liquid became thick and dark, and it filled his entire being, and he couldn't see anymore.

That was when he woke up, gasping for breath he didn't really need. George was next to him, concern masking his face.

"What's wrong?" He whispered, putting a hand on his arm. "You were basically tearing the sheets."

"What?" Dream tried to calm his breathing, and then released his grip on the bed covers. 

"You were talking and moving really violently," George said. "I asked what's wrong."

Dream realized he was sitting up, and fell back onto his pillow with a heavy sigh. "Nothing..."

"Don't bullshit me," George said.

"I had a nightmare. It was stupid," He said shortly.

"Well.. do you wanna talk about it?" George asked.

Dream glared at him, but decided he couldn't be angry with such a nice offer. "Not really."

"Talk," He demanded, sitting on the edge of the bed. "You've been stressed lately, I know you have been."

"Alright, fine," Dream sighed, wondering why he'd given in so easily.

"That was easy," George muttered to himself.