Dreamwalker

Dream Meets Sci-fi

Cale had a dream.

An unpleasant and scary dream that felt far too real.

Everything was fine before he went to sleep. His kids were exhausted from playing all day long and were faster asleep than he was able to cross the room. His bedsheets and pillows are fluffy and smell like lavender.

Cale even managed to swallow the bitter lemon tea Ron presented in one big gulp. All that was missing was falling asleep and just relaxing.

He doesn't really experience nightmares on daily basis and had almost non since arriving in the new world. Just a few casual scares here and there.

'Waking up' in the dream felt surreal and Cale almost instantly realized that he was in a dream. Normally, this is the stage where people can influence their dreams and shift them into directions that they enjoy.

Cale looked around. Maybe he doesn't need to change anything and can just relax in whatever his subconsciousness produced.

He was stumped when he realized where exactly he is.

Still clad in his soft and comfortable sleep wear, Cale didn't fit in- at all- into the futuristic setting his dreamscape provided.

Large machines in various sizes and filled with questionable stuff- he can see a floating eye in one tank and in another was just hair swimming in brown liquid, why just hair?- cover the area before the walls. The floor and the walls alongside most of the room were a boring, basic gray.

A beeping tone, not dangerous or alarming, filled the background with a rhythmic sound.

All in all, a place Cale doesn't know why he should be here.

Cale walked around the area, after he realized that his subconsciousness didn't want to change the setting and waking up also wasn't an option, he arrived at a door at the other end. A dark, gray metal door blocks his way. No pushing or pulling would move the object.

Sighing in frustration, Cale was contemplating on what he should do next. It's not like he really wants to find out what exactly is further behind the door. Now that he thinks about it, he'll just go back to sleep?

Looking around, Cale couldn't spot any comfortable areas between all those machines. With no other option left, Cale just flopped onto the floor. It was nice and cold.

Time to sleep until either his real self gets woken up or his dreamscape gets tired of his non-actions.

Making himself as comfortable as possible, Cale drifted off to sleep. Some time must have passed and Cale would have continued to waste time by doing nothing, until the immovable metal door opened. He was sleeping directly next to the door, which sadly woke him up.

Before Cale could react, he saw long legs entering his vision. The owner of the legs didn't see Cale just lying there and cleanly tripped over the still sleepy Cale.

One went down in shock, while the other sat up.

Cale stared into familiar blue eyes.

Of course, of course his dream has to have people present that he doesn't even want to see in real life and now has to exist with them in his dream.

Alberu Crossman, clothed in a simple doctors garb, winced and dusted himself off. He stood up and frowned at Cale.

Cale, out of reflex, wanted to annoy the blond for always giving him problems and waking him up from his well-deserved sleep. Before he could start Alberu reached down and lifted Cale up in one fluid movement. The red-head needed a second to stand on his own legs.