F*cked Up High

Dreamer

Alright. Let's get this little survey thingy over with so I can go take a nap. My name is Alora Phantasia, I'm 14 and I'm a Dream Strider. Backstory? I...is this mandatory? I really don't wanna just type it all out here. Huh? It is? Oh. Alright then.

Before that, I'll just give a brief little history of Dream Striders, since it ties to what happened. I belong to a species that can share and control their dreams freely, as well as manifest the energy of our dreams into real objects made out of "Dream Essence." Anyways, it sounds good at first, but everything has its little drawbacks and whatnot. In our dreams, we also grow tired, similar to how normal people get sleepy and start dreaming. This help keeps us balanced in switching between our dreams and real life. However, if a Dream Strider is tired in both states of mind, then they enter what we call "Dream Locked," a state of mind where a Dream Strider constantly switches back and forth between dream and reality, ultimately leading to their death...Dear lord, I'm already tearing up...W-what was I saying again? Right. Dream Striders used to be a well-respected race, but they were all soon hunted by poachers and put into the Dream Locked state. And I...I'm the last one.

I was born with a weird condition that changed the energy of my dreams and reality completely, making me immune to Dream Locks. I...had to witness people disappear from our shared dreams...  I kept praying and praying to our god Phantasos, but my prayers were never answered... I still panic whenever I go into the public dreams we all shared. It's filled with bodies, all of them frozen in time. I know it might sound like I'm complaining but come on...I was 11 at the time. I couldn't do anything at all.

Sometimes I hear people talk about how their lives were ruined completely similar to how mine was. But somehow, some way, they seem completely fine. Did they even care to begin with? They always tell me to move one. Move on? Yeah right. I might be a literal dreamer, but all of my dreams are gone. Ain't that the most ironic thing you've ever heard of?

I wipe my nose and clear the tears from my cheeks. My eyes were red and swollen from sobbing. Who knew a school application would make me cry this much? I don't wanna complete it now, but what choice do I have? It's either ride or die for this school. At least the rest of this stuff isn't as bad.

I have black hair, but the amount of dream energy I have is shown through my hair, which continuously turns blue as it restores. I have a blue sleeping mask with yellow closed eyes sewn onto them. It's pretty cute honestly. Usually, I just wear the same outfit which consists of my scarf, my sweater, shorts, and slippers. Listen, I get it's not the most optimal thing to be walking around in, but it's suuuuper duper comfy. Like "I can sleep anywhere in this" kind of comfy.

Last Dream:

I'm able to create throwing knives out of my Dream Essence. I can't really create anything else because of my disorder, so I try to make do with these alone. After throwing a dagger, I can choose to recall them back to me or recall to it, making me rush toward the dagger quickly in a blue blur. I can also teleport short distances, and I'm still trying to figure out how to expand my capabilities.

Ability Strengths:

I don't necessarily have a limit to how many daggers I can make, so it's pretty easy to take control of the battlefield by scattering them in different places.

Ability Weaknesses:

The more daggers I make, the sleepier I get. Pretty much it.

I guess that's it for the form. Not sure how I'm gonna get to the school after I submit it though. Oh well. I'll probably find out sometime later. I yawn and close my laptop, which was littered with a whole bunch of stickers and stuff. After putting it on my bedside table I lie back down on my bed, bouncing up slightly as I hit the mattress. Oh, bed. So comfortable and soft. I wish I could sleep forever honestly. It just feels so nice... I close my eyes and drift off, allowing myself to be buried inside my covers, pillows, and plush toys, all contributing to my comfort and leading to my inevitable slumber...