Dreams

2.

As if someone flipped a switch and it changed to the next scene, I see myself standing on the top of a mountain. I don't remember how I got here, or how long I've been standing here. The trees below are glowing with bright green leaves. They seem to be swaying in the wind, creating the most soothing sound. A flock of birds passed me from above, catching my attention. Wherever I was.. it was magical.

I looked down at my hands, which seemed perfectly normal. Okay. When did I get to this place? Everything seems fine. But I don't remember leaving my house.

As if on cue with my thoughts, the second time I look down at my hands, I am frightened. They appear elongated and unusual. I almost jump out of my skin.

Wait a minute... this isn't real. My thoughts catch up to me. Then my memory starts to work. The last things I remember from the real world was taking that green pill and falling asleep. So I'm dreaming.

I looked back up once again, taking in the scenery. Everything seemed so real. It feels as if I'm in an alternate reality close to the real one. I was in disbelief.

I looked back down at my hands, and this time they were back to normal. I took a few steps forward, and sure enough, it felt no different than real life. The way the ground feels beneath my feet, the warm breeze brushing the baby hairs shaping my forehead. I felt incredible.

I faced the sky at the very edge of the magnificent mountain I stood on, and with a single thought I had changed what I wanted to see. The sky turned from bright blue to an orange dreamy color. It was golden hour. The breeze was warm, I held my arms out. I felt free.

The gentle breeze started to pick up into a roaring wind. Before I could think, the wind pushed me right off the tall mountain. Screams of mine echoed throughout whatever setting I was in, and my heart felt as if it was going to explode.

There I was, falling quickly to my death. Oh God, what happens from here? When I hit the ground, do I wake up? Do I feel it? The ground was coming into view rapidly.

Right before I hit the dirt on the ground, I shut my eyes tightly. But what I land on seems to be moving, and suddenly I'm flying through the sky.

I opened my eyes, looking around me. I was on the back of an abnormally large white bird. We were zooming through the orange sky. I was afraid of falling to my imaginative death once again.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked the bird. I don't know what part of me decided that birds can understand what I'm saying.

"To your interview." The bird replied in a soft man's voice. I almost laughed. But then I raised an eyebrow.

"Interview?"

The bird didn't say anything else. We seemed to have teleported because we were no longer flying throughout the orange sky. I was standing now, and the bird was gone.

I took in my surroundings. I was in front of a door with a small window. I peeked, and could see a woman with wire-framed glasses sitting, tapping her foot impatiently and checking her watch. She was seated at a brown chair, with an empty one beside her.

Do I go in there? I don't know what's happening. I reached for the handle and let myself in the room.

From the other side of the door, the room appeared to look small. But as I entered the room, I could see a massive audience on the other side of the huge room. This place looked like a stadium. The woman snapped her head in my direction and scowled. She looked angry and impatient.

"There you are, Miss Gray. You couldn't be any more late than you are now." She said.

"What?" I asked. I turned to face the huge crowd of people. It was silent in this big room. You could hear a pin drop. Or even a single strand of hair. The silence was intolerable.

"Sit down." She demanded. I took a seat in the empty chair and swallowed. I looked at the crowd then back at the rude woman.

"So, tell us about your book. That's why you're here, aren't you?" She asked. Her eyes pierced right through mine.

"I.. uh." I didn't know what to say. First of all, this is just a dream. Why am I nervous and stressed out in my own dream?

"That's right, you will never write a decent book. You're just a failure." She snapped, and I didn't even know what to say. The amount of confusion I hold is insane.

The crowd roared in laughter, they were so silent before that I forgot they were even there.

"Just give up." She leant in and said to me.

I got up and ran back to that door I came in from. The sound of laughter followed me. It seemed to be condensed after shutting the door. I saw a long hallway before me. I didn't know where I was, or what I was doing, but I needed to leave. This was starting to feel like a horrible nightmare.

I kept running down the hallway, which never seemed to end. I was trying to reach another door or somewhere to let me out, but I couldn't find one. I stopped and turned around, only to see behind me is nothing but black.

I kept running forward, it seemed as if this place was disintegrating each second. I let out a scream of horror once I caught notice of the huge, furry spiders crawling down the walls from the ceiling. They had to be at least the size of a soccer ball.

"Get me out of here!" I screamed. Okay, I've had enough of this horrible dream. I better try to seek inspiration another night. I was done.

Once I reached the end of the hallway, there was nothing but an edge of darkness. If I take one more step, I could fall to God knows where. But I wasn't turning back to face the spiders.

If I die in a dream, I have to wake up. That's the only way, right?

Taking a deep breath, I exhaled and jumped into the darkness.

The darkness had consumed me, I couldn't even tell if I had my eyes open or closed. It didn't make a difference. I was in this darkness, with the sensation of falling for what seemed like hours. But then it ended.

Next thing, I'm in my bed. Sweat covered me from head to toe. I was trying to catch my breath and register everything I saw. So that was a lucid dream? I couldn't believe how real it all felt.

I am awake now, and it's all better. No need to worry. I threw my blanket off of  my body and sighed. I got up and started walking towards my bathroom.

Once I turned the light on, I let out a blood curdling scream. A pale man with red eyes and a black coat was standing there, staring at me devilishly. He didn't move or react. It was like he was a statue.

I backed up slowly, then ran to my phone to call the police. I fumbled it in my hands and the screen turned on, but none of the words on my screen made sense. It was just a bunch of random numbers and letters out of place.

Giving up, I threw my phone. I ran to the sliding glass doors leading to my backyard, but it wouldn't open. It was sealed shut. I banged on the door, then grabbed something to smash it so I can at least free myself. But nothing worked. Vases, a baseball bat, nothing. Nothing would break including the door. Not even the vase I threw. It laid there perfectly on the ground, not a dent.

I closed my eyes, trying to think of some solution. When I opened my eyes again, I was somewhere different. I was in a random park I didn't recognize, seemingly out of place in my pajamas while families and other people didn't even notice.

I thought I woke up from my dream. I was in my bed. This can't be real. What the fuck is happening?

Shit.

When the hell will I wake up?