The Dreamscape

The Girl

It felt... surreal. Well, it was, he supposed. The trees around him seemed to blow in the wind, yet there was no breeze felt on his skin. The colors of the leaves... were unnatural. Cyan blues, pinks, even purples mixed in. The boy's brow furrowed in confusion, trying to understand why the trees looked like they did. 

It was then that the boy realized he was standing in a clearing. A field of some kind, flowers littered about, the blue sky, the sun shining from above. There was no warmth. Yet, it wasn't cold. His eyes moved down from the sky and landed on... a girl. 

She sat in the field, her arms wrapped around her knees, pulled close to her chest. She wore blue jeans, a black tank top and a white sweater that fit her loosely around her shoulders. Her hair was in buns, dark brown hair, braided it seemed, wrapped up into those buns. The colors of the surroundings contrasted with her dark skin, the girl was simply... beautiful. 

The boy moved his body, finally taking steps towards her. The girl heard him, or she must have, because she turned her head and smiled, spotting him coming towards her. 

"Haven't had a guest in a while. Come, sit, if you'd like." 

A pause, but the boy moved forward, sitting down beside her, looking forward to see what it was she may have been focused on. There didn't seem to be much of anything on the horizon, more trees, pretty landscape, but nothing beyond that. 

"What's your name?"

His attention was grabbed by her sweet voice, turning his head to look at her. His blue eyes matched her golden-brown ones, the type that shined a beautiful yellow-gold color in the sun. 

"Cameron. And yours?" 

"Lucy." A smile spread across her face and it seemed like it truly just belonged there. He felt like he belonged here. "So, what are you doing here, Cameron?"

"Oh. Just... call me Cam. I don't really know what I'm doing here. I don't even know where here is." His eyes finally left hers, though he already missed her warm gaze. It was strange to feel that towards someone he only just met, but all of this felt so different than normal. "Where... are we, exactly?"

"I've always wondered myself, yet to figure it out. But people always come to me, not the other way around. I'm always here, but others come and go."

"So... we don't know where we are, and I'm not the first to come by. A bit strange, I'll give you that." A small bit of his sarcastic nature came forth, finally adjusting to the new surroundings. 

A small giggle seemed to come from the girl next to him, causing him to look over at her again. "Strange is definitely a way I would describe it as well. Always happy to have the company. How old are you? And do you go to school?"

It seemed like it took a few moments for Cameron's wheels to turn, searching for an answer. Oh. Right. This isn't where he was from. No matter how much he felt like he belonged here, here wasn't... real. "I'm 18. And yeah, high school. But I'm graduating this year." 

"Ooh, senior boy. Cute."

"What about you?"

"Can't remember." Her response was short and nonchalant, her shoulders lifting in a bit of a shrug. Almost a bit of disappointment in that shrug, if he was reading her right. 

There was a pause, a look of confusion spreading over his face. "Can't remember?"

"Nope. I guess I've been here for so long that I just... don't remember anymore. If there even is anything to remember. All I remember is my name. And being here. It's almost a second home, at this point. It makes me wonder if there even is somewhere else I belong."

"I mean, surely you do."

"I'm really not so sure." Her head turned to look at him, an almost sad look in her eyes. But as he made eye contact, it all seemed to blur. 

Her face seemed to grow fuzzy and out of focus. Things in the background started to fade away, the whole place was fading to black. 

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"Cameron!! If you don't get your butt moving, you're gonna be late! And I am not driving you to school if you miss that damn bus."

Ugh. It felt like death had warmed over. Cameron felt like he needed tools to pry open his eyes this morning. As his mother seemed to go back to getting ready for work, Cameron finally managed to open his eyes. Staring at the ceiling, a scowl came to his face, thinking about the strange dream he just had. It oddly left him feeling... empty. Or cold. The girl's face was imprinted in his mind, but her name escaped him. 

It still felt so real. The dream itself was nearly lucid, but still. Just a dream. Sitting up, Cam groaned a little before moving his blankets aside and getting out of bed. Stretching his arms above his head, he yawned, before moving his hand to his hair, ruffling it out a bit. No doubt it looked terrible. 

The bathroom was just outside his room, going in and taking the fastest shower of his life. His mother was completely serious about not driving him. She's made him walk before. Once done in the shower, he towel dried his hair, it only came to rest just under his ears. The water made his hair look almost black, but once it dried, it was more of a shade of brown. Pretty boring. Or at least, that's always how he felt. He envied people who were bold enough to dye their hair different colors. It always made things more interesting. 

Going back to his room, he tossed on loose jeans, a black t-shirt, a hoodie and grabbed his backpack on the way out. Coming down the steps, Cameron called out to his mother as he passed the kitchen. 

"I'm leaving. I'll see you after practice, mom."

"Okay. I might be a little late picking you up tonight, so just hang around until I get there, alright?"

"Yeah, no problem." With a quick step into the kitchen, he grabbed a banana from the countertop before going out the front door, closing it behind him. Jogging out to the street corner, Cameron ate the banana while he waited for the yellow bus of doom. 

While Cam waited, his eyes scanned the trees. Nope. All normal. Green leaves, normal sky and surroundings. The dream felt so vivid still that he half expected that these trees would be like that too. Her name. God, what was her name? Lilith? No. That didn't seem right. 

A screeching sound of breaks of the bus coming to a stop, Cameron tosses the banana peel into the garbage can just at the front of the bus before making his way to the back. A heavy plop into his seat, his head tilted back to rest against the seat, staring up at the rooftop. Why did it matter if he remembered dream girl's name anyways? It was just a dream, a dream girl, and it wasn't real life. He had school and sports to focus on anyways. 

But he just simply couldn't get her out of his head. 

He wanted to see her again. 

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AN: This chapter is a bit on the short side, but future chapters will be longer than this, I promise! This is just a small introduction to things, names and such. More characters will be introduced soon. Thanks for reading!