I Saw You in a Dream (DreamNotFound)

Chapter 1: Grassy Fields and Plane Tickets

George stared blankly into the endless blue sky that hung above him grassy fields stretching on for seemingly miles laying out in front of him.

He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath of the fresh air as a wave of calm washed over him, taking in the warmth of the sun, enjoying the subtle breeze that swept through his hair ever so gently. 

It was serene.

But something was missing.

George opened his eyes again only to see dark gray clouds now swirling in the sky, the once luscious and what he knew to be green field was now trampled, yellowed, and dead.

The sudden change of scenery didn't startle George. Not anymore.

After being brought back to this same place night after night after night, the scene that lay before George no longer affected him like it used to. Instead, all he felt was disappointment.

Despite knowing what was to come, he still couldn't help but hope that every time he would open his eyes, the beautiful field would remain as is. But after months of having the same landscape presented to him in his dreams turn cold and dark, he knew deep down it would never happen.

George began to take the same walk through the now cold, dreary field that he had taken every night since he'd shown up at this place in his dreams. He help his palm up, and as if on cue, the rain began to lightly drizzle down onto him and the earth.

As he continued to walk, the downpour only increased, George's light blue t-shirt turning dark, small droplets falling down in streams on the glasses that lay over his eyes, obscuring his vision. Instead of wiping away the rain drops, he simply took the white-framed clout glasses off of his face and perched them atop his damp, shaggy hair, using his hand to cover his eyes and prevent rain from falling into them.

Why was he here? It's been months since he's begun having this dream and showing up in this field, yet not a single clue as to why was ever given.

George sighed, stopping in his tracks. Why was he still walking if he knew nothing was going to change? False hope, perhaps, that if he were to continue his trek through the already trampled weeds he'd find some sort of clue as to why he was here? He didn't know. He had already traveled in every direction he could think of since arriving months ago, and each time he was met with nothingness.

George gently sat down on the wet grass, his movements uncomfortable through the now drenched clothes he wore. He leaned back until. he was laying down atop the weeds, closing his eyes as the rain began to fall freely onto his face, flinching slightly when droplets directly hit his eyelids.

When George opened his eyes again, he was no longer looking up at the rainclouds, damp and surrounded by a yellowed field. Rather, he was staring at his white ceiling, dry and in the comfort of his own bed, the comforter and blankets having been kicked off to the side from his constant tossing and turning while he had slept.

Groggily, he sat up, rubbing at his eyes and stretching, a tingling feeling setting into his legs as his body began to wake up. George blinked a couple of times as his eyes adjusted to the newfound brightness of the day, looking over to his right to check the clock on his nightstand.

10:31 AM.

George let out a loud yawn as he stretched again, this time feeling slightly more awake. Finally deciding it was time to start the day, George threw his legs over the side of his bed to stand up and make his way to the bathroom.

After having the same dream over and over again, George was bound to have questions. He did every morning. Why did he return there? What was the point? Every morning he would ask himself, but could never seem to find the answer.