Dreams Never Lie // Dreamnotfound

PROLOGUE - A FICTIONAL STRANGER-

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It was 10:55 PM

George had a really tiring day routine with his online Spanish courses during the three hours. After that he called his mother because he used to do this every day. And at the end of the day, as usual he started editing his new YouTube video. so at this moment he was so sleepy and exhausted.

It was raining outside. George could stare at the rain for hours from the huge glass walls of his house. The ambience of the house surrounded by almost all kind of tiny and huge jade plants on the wall and bookshelves, his colorful imagination and the drizzles on the porch allowed him to escape from that stupid, daily and nasty reality and imagine for at least a second how he would step to walk into that rain. Just walk there, late at night and alone. Thinking about nothing, just touching grass, walking outside. taking a deep breath, looking at the sky, staring at the stars and doing whatever he would want. But no matter how enjoyable and amazing this imagination was, he still couldn't do that. Nothing has changed.

But wait... even though he has tried the thing a thousand times in vain, now why was he walking to the exit hall and standing forward to the door? What was happening? It was something wrong, it should not have happened and he knew that so damn well, but he couldn't stop. No more stops this time. He was definitely no longer bothered by old fears, phobias and insurmountable barriers at all. Everything was just fine and it was a miracle of the last 11 or more freaking years. That was a chance it looked so clear.

Therefore, George touched the doorknob, opened it slowly. No hand shaking, no anxiety and sweating from stress. No Immersed experiments and giving ups. He was completely okay. Well, that was absolutely a weird fact but he did not care as much as he wanted to go outside at night and see what the outdoor world looked like. Was it like in his childhood memories, behind the glass walls of his house and in the various imaginations if anything has changed in the last maybe 15 years? Other reasons became too insignificant because of his deep interest in that.

George stood in amazement behind the now-opened door. He walked outside and the first thing he did was look at the sky. The clouds in the sky hung in a rectangular shape. It was still raining. The raindrops also became dark blue with an easily noticeable and unusual shape. He looked down. The grass looked incredibly sensitive and lime green. All colors appeared more clearly for him and that was not what he usually saw.

Now Green was more green. Blue was more blue.

And every shape was square. no circle. Even the garden flowers. Even the moon!

Okay, It was a really long time, but not so much that he could not clearly distinguish between his own created Minecraft server and the real world. He looked around angrily. Everything looked like he left during the last Twitch stream with his online gamer friend Quackity, but there was no Quackity anymore. It was just him. So now this is what it looked like in the real world or he was just playing with his creative power? 

He was curious. 

Suddenly he got a new query. What if he would look at himself now?  would he have been in his Minecraft GoergeNotFound skin as well? He looked at his hands first, then at his body and legs but they seemed literally normal. Then what the heck was going on? He had no idea. He knew only one thing. Whatever madness and disbelief was happening, he had to take this chance at least once in his life. Before he could still walk outside in nature as he wished (given that the things did not look normal) he had to walk.

Immediately He picked out some other figure from a distance, who had distracted him looking similar in his usual appearance, not some square shapes, dark colors or more obscure things and that was saying something.