The music drifted, dancing and tingling softly into Dream's ears, echoing somewhere deep in the woods. When he blinked away his tiredness, and took a moment to genuinely process his surroundings, he noticed the grass hugging at his sides, the faint echoes of birds who peeped through the music, and a sick sense in his heart.
Slowly, he lifted himself from the grass, sitting up and looked around at himself and the further environment. His favorite outfit laying comfortably on his skin, a lime green hoodie with a nice text smiley face, basic greens which weren't too tight or too loose, basic black socks without shoes, and even in his pocket laid his phone with the attached cord to headphones. Still, the music didn't come from that.
Dream turned back to the environment, inhaling to smell the deep oxygen, scooping his fingers in the grass and pulling them back to see the dirt clung tightly on his skin. Behind him, stood a large overlooming oak tree, its bark rough on his back, its roots pushing and pulling at the ground like mini waves, and further were more trees, all identical in size, and shape, seeming like a perfect copy and paste of the over packed woods around him.
Finally, Dream stood up, holding onto the bark for support, then pushed himself off, carefully travelling within tree to tree. All trees seemed to display the same pattern on the trunks.
Pushing himself part a few more, swearing to himself he was just in this spot less then a second ago, his socks gathering dirt, and the grass seemingly getting slightly taller as it could start to tickle his ankles, he continued. Looping around, Dream kept stumbling around, before finally, sighing to gather his breath, and stopping as he leant against the bark of a twin oak tree, he looked further and noticed a clearing in the distance.
So, Dream pushed on.
He continued further to the clearing, and once he reached, he couldn't speak with the sight. Long grass, coated with flowers and butterflies, colors that popped through the greens, and the music, the music was louder, this was the location it was playing at, where Dream was meant to be.
Roses of reds, pinks, and whites, complimented with the white lillies. Daffodils, and marigolds. Thousands of tulips, twisting with the red poppies. More golden flowers, and whites, and reds, and violets.
Dream stumbled down into this meadow, his hands cupping hyacinth then a white tulip, taking a moment to breath it in.
He was sure these flowers mustn't be able to grow or thrive all together, but here they were, drifting in the wind in a harmony of pianos and flutes. Still, for some reason his heart ached.
Dream focused to the butterflies, watching them float in the air, their wings and small bodies sticking out from the field, as they drifted in and out, passing up and down and weaving through the field.
He watched for possibly hours as nature settled around him, tickling his skin.
Soon, Dream pushed again, travelling further in this colorful world, he pushed through the stems and thorns, passing by the flowers and butterflies, and continued to look beyond.
In the distance he could see another copy and paste tree, near a lake. He pushed himself to it.
Near the water, clear and empty, Dream finally sat, drinking in the water as he rested.
He leaned back into the tree, pulling off his socks and allowing his sore feet to soak in the water. He looked up at the drifting clouds, watching them pass slowly by, one, two, three, four, and more.
He slowly took another deep breath, melting himself in the environment, staring at the glistening lake, as it waved back and forth lapsing over itself.
"Dream?"
He snapped back, looking behind the tree, as a figure pushed themselves from the grass, their shirt bright blue with an odd but familiar red square on it. Blue denim jeans, and a blurred face.
"Am I goin-" The figure started to speak, but their voice blurred into music and a touch of buzzing.
Dreams head was pounding.
Then the scene started to fade into darkness, and he blanked out back to his bedroom, laying in the comfortable sheets.
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Kalopsia || DNF
Fanfiction" [kal-op-see-uh] -noun. a condition, state or delusion in which things appear more beautiful than they really are. " Every night in his dreams, he would barely meet a boy he already knew.
