In Your Dreams (A DahMo Fanfic)

3: No way

One of the few things I hate about this company is how short these "grace periods" are. They just expect everyone to have had breakfast by the time they get here. Now, I have to chuck this gimbap without relishing its taste.

Sana, who already ate but is keeping me company, gets giddy looking at her phone.

"Looking at Shiba pics again?" I ask, the rice muffling my words.

She shakes her head, typing into her phone. "I was talking to someone about shared dreams. You know, when two people have the same dream."

Hearing this piques my curiosity. "A shared dream, huh? What about it?"

"This person I'm seeing is just being cheesy—saying that we're soulmates because we had a shared dream," Sana explains, her eyes not wavering from the screen.

What a load of bullshit. This girl, really...is she in elementary school? "I guess you're liking this...?"

She looks up, pondering. "Well, if you like the person, it's cute to entertain these ideas, no?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever," I reply drily. Dismissing the childish notion of soulmates, my thoughts drift to the idea of shared dreams. I've heard of the idea before, but it's more of an abstract concept. "Hey, we both dreamed of winning in the casino last night" is more attuned to that idea—not sharing the same subconscious.

***

"Where to today, Momo-chan?" Boo seems restless right now as we tread a modern city that has heavy inspiration from Greek architecture. I just shrug, not knowing where we're headed tonight as well. My thoughts are still on Sana's story about sharing dreams.

Is it possible that I shared a dream with this Dahyun?

"Young lady," an old woman with an eye on her forehead calls out to us. "Would you like to have your fortune told?"

It's been a while since I've had a fortune teller in my dream, probably because I get to decide all the possible outcomes in this world. What the hell, let's go for it. Let's see what she'll tell us. As we approach the fortune teller, I let out a long sigh, releasing the tension that it takes to prevent my dreams from going haywire. Upon doing so, I emit a hardly noticeable shockwave. Let's hope nothing shitty happens, because it takes a while before you can regain control after handing it over.

"No need to take a seat dear." The old lady smiles at us. "You're going to die anyway," she adds before wheezing into laughter as her skin boils, transforming into a gross amalgamation of a grandma and an arachnid. Her form takes the entire height of the building we're in, which is approximately twenty feet. Shit, put a monster in a cage for too long and it's bound to get you once it breaks free.

One of the major drawbacks of surrendering control in a dream is you're pretty much a spectator at this point. It's how it is for most people; they don't question the why's—Why is my dead relative alive? Why is my crush a vampire? You get the rest. Almost everyone is like a sponge, just absorbing whatever goes on in their subconscious.

In other words, I'm fucked. My brain wants to manifest a rail gun but, instead, it forms a bubble gun. Well, shit.

"Boo! Come on! Let's get outta here!"

The dog doesn't listen and just tilts his head to the side. Oh well, I'll just see you in the real world then.

Grandma Spider shoots webs, which form into two anacondas made of, well, web. Gross. "Nowhere left to go, Momo-chaaaaaan..." A cacophony of hisses and groans comes from its mouth, as it shows its what I assume to be its tongue.

As its tongue inches closer, I just close my eyes. I wonder what will happen if you die in a dream. Do you just wake up, like what they show in the movies? For the first time since I can remember, I'm wishing that I would wake up already.

Suddenly, the monster shrieks. A streak of light from above cuts the tongue. It's Kim Dahyun again, now in a Valkyrie outfit. She manages to get both snakes with one arrow as well. Impressive.

"What have you gotten yourself into now, Momo-ssi?" Dahyun guffaws as she continues to shoot the gigantic humanoid with light arrows. More than the demise I was about to face, I'm more bothered that this girl is in my dream again.

The beast backs away from me, scurrying to find shelter from the arrows.

"Why are you thinking about spiders and grandmas anyway?" Dahyun asks, pointing her arrow at my nightmare, who manages to hide underneath an awning.

"No, I'm not," I protest.

"Then what do you call this?!"

Doesn't this girl get how dreams and brains work? "It's in my subconscious, genius. Meaning I don't think of these things."

Grandma rips the awning and hurls it at Dahyun, who jumps off the ledge. As she's falling, she shouts: "Now!" She fires the arrow, which lodges itself into the monster's thorax.

My right hand feels a weight on it. Good—control's back. How should we end this?

"Okay grandma, let's get you to bed," I say, before throwing a flaming spear at her head. (A/N: This is 100% a meme reference.)

Before its body hits the ground, the monster hisses, "Maybe some other time, Momo-chaaaaa..."

***

I plop onto the pavement, as Dahyun walks over to me.

"Fancy meeting you again," she says, dropping the mischievous smirk yet again.

"Like I asked you to be here."

Dahyun scoffs, slinging her bow onto her shoulder. "You're welcome. Not like I wanted to be here in the first place. I was actually enjoying my dream, thank you very much."

Her dream? So, she knows she was somewhere else? "Hold on—so you were in your dream before getting into mine...again?" She nods in response. "So...are you stalking me then?" I follow up.

"Hah! You wish," she shoots back. "I was minding my own business!"

"Really? So what was that dream you were enjoying?" I don't mean to play detective, but there are too many holes in her statement.

Dahyun tugs the bow string, humming repeatedly. "Hmm, I can't remember."

So this isn't a shared dream after all. "Well, now I'm convinced you're just a part of my dream. An annoying one at that."

"You really don't believe me?" Dahyun purses her lips as I shake my head. You're just a part of my mind that I've yet to discover.

The unnerving smirk goes back on display. "Momo-ssi...you should stop flattering me."

"What the hell are you going on about?"

Dahyun wraps an arm around me and rests her head on my shoulder. "If you say I'm just a dream, then you really must think of me, huh?" She proceeds to jab at my ribs.

My eyes widen reflexively. "You're the one flattering yourself."

She raises a finger and looks at the night sky. "Ah! I remember now!"

"This dream of yours...?"

Dahyun nods with a child's eagerness. "Come on, I'll show you. After all, your dream is a shithole," she says.