Like Real People Do - DNF fanfic

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I saw you in a dream. It felt too beautiful to be real life, yet too real to be a dream. You were sitting in a forest full of enchanting mushrooms and you were surrounded by little black ants. The forest felt so mysterious. So terrifying. The smell was of rain and mud. I felt like turning the other way and running, but your presence  felt so caring and so calm, even though I was far from your embrace. You distracted me from my worries. You looked at home in this murky forest. It was so silent. I could hear your slow breathing. There was a small patch of sunlight enveloping you. You were kneeling in the dirt, digging at the soil. The ants started to cover you from head to toe. You did not move. It seemed like you didn't mind those dark creatures creep over your slim body. You kept digging until you looked satisfied with your work.

I started to walk over to you, slower than ever. The black beings made their way down your body. The ones on your head scurried down your spine. I saw you shiver at the feeling. And they started to crawl over to me. I could not care less. All I wanted to do, was get over to you. I wanted to know you. You were so intriguing to me. So ethereal.

You looked so pretty and peaceful kneeling in that dirt. As I got closer, your features started to mesmerize me. You had deep br
own hair that barely touched your eyelashes. Your dark blonde freckles enveiled your peachy pale skin. Your dark chocolate eyes looked like they could melt anything they stared at. They looked so comforting, yet so romantic. Your slightly chapped, pink lips barely parted when you took deep breaths in and out. Your chest fell and rose in such a perfect rhythm. You had a bump on your nose, not very noticeable, but still defined. Your eyebrows were black and symmetrical, both have a meager slit on the tail. Your hands were slender and I could see your blue veins clearly. Your light blue shirt was almost glowing in the sunlight. Your jaw was sharp and soft at the same time. What made it so soft, was the fact that every other feature on your flawlessly sculpted face was so weak. The sun illuminated everything perfectly. Your textured skin. Your dotted face. Everything. I wanted to graze my thumb over your lips as you look up into my eyes. I wanted your tender gaze to completely melt and mollify me. You were so tempting. I do not know why I was feeling this way. You were magical. Otherworldly. And slightly unusual. How could someone be created like this? You made me feel so many things.

Suddenly, I stopped in my tracks. I could not move. I felt confined. The ants were steadily dragging me down into the earth. My lungs felt full with dirt and anguish. As this was happening, I saw you put bright yellow dahlias and lilacs in the thick, rich soil. You laid them down softly in the brown earth and started covering them gently with the pile of dirt you had accumulated earlier. Then, I saw black. You were nowhere nearby. I could smell the strong scent of minerals. I had been buried beneath the forest. My breath quickened. And I woke up the sound of thunder outside my dirty window.

I have always hated waking up. But this time it felt blatantly unfair. I wanted to stay with you and hear your voice. I want to see you again. I don't know why I am writing and acting like this, I usually do not give a shit about these kinds of experiences, but you. Oh you. That 10-minute dream felt so unreal seeing someone like you. Where are you? Where can I find you? Will I ever see you again? I hope so. I really do.

Ryder copied these words in his journal with ease and confusion. His room smelled of cologne and freshly cut wood. He had a desktop computer, monitor, keyboard, mouse, and several other decorations at his work space. His bed sheets were hanging from the edge of his full-sized bed. On the white walls hung different posters from his favorite bands. There were also blotchy stains on the walls in some places. All from different things.

Clay sighed deeply as he finished writing down what occurred in his vision. He placed the ballpoint pen in his dark gray pencil holder. Did he really just note all of these emotions down? Why does he feel this way about an apparition in a dream? He's tempted to crumple up the paper and throw it away. Hide from these feelings. It's ridiculous. The boy was just an imagination of his. It was just a dream. A really good one. But still. Just a silly little dream. People have these all the time. In the end, Clay leaves the paper in his journal. What's there to be scared of? Nothing's going to happen. He glanced at the time on his watch.

8:38am

He was going to an audition to be a singer in this local band. He has been a fan of the band for a while, and he thought it would be an excellent idea to give it a shot. He's always had a passion for music.

"I might want to grab something to eat before I get ready. I have about 30 minutes of free time left." Clay says to himself.

He stands up from his wooden desk and walks towards the door. He stops in the door frame and turns around. Clay stares at the journal for a moment. He feels trapped in time.

Why can't I move? Clay pull yourself together and stop thinking about that dream. It's only been 40 minutes since you woke up.

He huffs and walks into the hallway of his quaint apartment. The apartment wasn't much, but it was all he could afford at the moment. He was making money off of streaming Minecraft with his best friend, Sapnap. They have a couple hundred thousand supporters each and they usually stream once a week. Clay's online name is "Dream".

Once he enters into his kitchen, Clay opens up his gray refrigerator and pulls out the last two eggs from the tan carton. He throws away the carton and saunters over to his old stove.

Scrambled or an omelet? Well, I just had scrambled eggs yesterday.

Omelet it is. He goes to his fridge again to search for some ingredients to use. Onions? Spinach? Ham? Mushrooms?

Mushrooms.

After eating, he made his way to the bathroom. Clay looked at himself in the mirror.

Well, I'm a fucking mess this morning.

His dirty blonde hair was ruffled, bags hung low beneath his dark green eyes, and his cheeks were almost completely pink. He brushed his teeth and went into his bedroom. He shuffled through his closet looking for something to wear. He decided to go with a black t-shirt, green flannel, and black loose jeans. He grabbed his phone off of his nightstand, and shoved it into the right pocket of his pants. Clay's cat, Patches, greeted him with a sweet mew as he made his way to the front door.

"Oh, good morning honey," he stated as he pet her soft brown fur. "I need to go somewhere for a little bit okay? I'll be back soon," he glanced at her food and water bowls in the living room, "you still have some food and water from last night in your bowls. Go eat and drink honey."

She mewed at him, and strode to her bowls.

Clay staggered into the parking garage of the apartment complex, and quickly found his car, since he parked in the front. He stepped into it and started it up.

As he is driving down the highway to his destination, his phone buzzes.

S: Do you wanna stream today? Or is your audition today? (9:06am)

C: oh hey sap. yeah my audition is today. sorry bro. we could stream tomorrow tho. i'll probably be busy all day. (9:08am)

S: Damn. All day dude? You're really gonna work your ass off with that audition shit. (9:09am)

C: lmao the wait is probably gonna be long. it's an audition to be in a fucking band for god's sake. i said we can stream tomorrow (9:10am)

S: Alright man. Call me tonight though. I wanna introduce you to someone. (9:10am)

C: okay sounds good. i gtg. i'm driving right now and i don't feel like getting into a car crash. (9:11am)

S: K see ya (9:11am)

Clay tries to focus on the road in front of him, but he can't get his mind off of him. He wants to know who he is. He has never wanted a dream to have multiple parts, but this one. This one is different. But in the end, it was just a dream. Why is he worrying about it so much?

Just keep on driving, Clay.