Reverie and Nightmares

10

He felt the dream would only end for it to continue with an itch behind his neck, forcing him to kneel to the ground. The sensation in this dream was much wider than before, almost making him think he'd stepped back into the proper reality on the couch.

His vision was clearer than before, and the poster with the word 'Red' was no longer there, but instead, a forest of trees and animals scavenging about. The entire environment had altered into something completely different with only a sway of a look.

Is this the bitch fucking with me? He thought. I better not be getting messed up right now. I know I'm in a dream now. This is lucid thinking now. It's only going to get worse now. I need to wake up. I can't stay in this forest anymore.

After finishing that thought, he felt the soft fingers of a small person rub around the tip of his shoulder; comforting was the right word, but it was all the other scary. There was no noise in this forest; not even the birds who flew chirped. The forest was so quiet that it nearly deafened Ryuga. He positioned himself back slowly, expecting the worst to come, but felt some comfort after seeing their face.

At least, the lower half of their face, as the rest, was blocked off by a black hoodie. Their figure was slim and short, allowing Ryuga to think she was either a lost child or some assassin trying to lure the prey by acting as a small girl. But there wouldn't be any smart thinking like that, not in this dream, at least.

Ryuga felt the pain in his knees from kneeling so much freeze at his thighs, and so he decided to sprawl, the legs out entirely as if he were on a yoga mat. Sweat dripped from his forehead and into his chest; thinking that this was some supporter of the bitch in a ponytail. That was until they spoke, and Ryuga realized there was some familiarity with the person, yet he couldn't place a finger on them, even with the dirty blond hair.

"My name is Canary, and I'm telling you now through your dreams that something very... Very horrible thing is about to happen. In fact, so horrible that it will be a string of events, Ryuga Shirogane."

Ryuga forced out as hard as he could to speak back, hoping to ask something along the lines of what it could've meant, but nothing released itself, only wailing with his arms and legs. That's as much as he could muster up.

"You have seen me before, Ryuga Shirogane, and it is because I know the truth of what happened with the box that I am telling you this now. It would be best if you were smart in the upcoming years until she is defeated. The demon, Saki, isn't safe. Saki isn't safe and never is.

In any circumstances, make a wish or wear the ring. The most explosive gifts all humanity can be given are the worst impactful to say, 'mankind.' You have been warned, Ryuga."

But I still don't know your purpose in telling me this. Why are you helping me? He wanted to say, but it wouldn't come out. No, it stuck in his mouth as if sealed shut with durable tape. While kneeling, he realized that his body was becoming fuzzy, almost as if placed into a deeper haze of a stupor. The figure, in this case, Canary, never teleported from this dream, almost as if she were the guardian of such a realm, forcing Ryuga to dance into being awake.

And as quickly as Ryuga's sunk into the dream world, he'd step out.

There was no headache; there was no stomachache to bother asking for; he was palpably normal. "What?... Is this?"

He whipped the blanket away from his chest and sat on the table, where his leftover chicken had been now laid on a plain sheet of paper. It wasn't anything pulled off a spiral notebook, implying that whoever wrote here was thinking of some moderate look of professionalism. Whatever was written, though, wasn't.

The note was scribbled in the lightest green crayon, almost as if it was intentional not to be seen from afar. It was difficult for Ryuga to make it out, seeing as Sabato didn't have the prettiest handwriting, but he coughed it up and continued reading.