🇺🇸 D̶a̶n̶i̶e̶l̶ Danny and Greg - friendship put to the test 🇺🇸

just a dream

I excuse me. My English is not that good.
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When Greg woke up, he wasn't exactly sure where he was. At first he didn't care because that feeling got over him every time he snapped out of his dream world but this time, this time it was different. Sitting in front of him, and he couldn't believe he was actually awake, was Danny Gonzalez.

A train car. He was in a train car. "Hey." Said the boy who would have to be twelve years old. Greg felt nutcrackers dancing in his stomach.

The desperate attempt to cling to anything other than his bag failed miserably. The world around him didn't seem quite manifest. Somehow his memory seemed fuzzy, but he was pretty sure Gonzalez wasn't twelve. He didn't know exactly how old but not twelve. All of a sudden the feeling of puke in his throat overcame him and he leaned forward reflexively. His body prepared to throw up.

Oddly enough, he hadn't had breakfast today, so he didn't know how the non-existent breakfast wanted to leave his body through the back door  or the front asile, if it hadn't taken the front aisle in the first place.

"Hey are you OK?" The twelve year old gave him a worried shake on the shoulder when Greg didn't answer back. But after a few seconds the throwing reflex disappeared as it had come. Glad to finally be able to breathe again, Greg replied, "I'm fine, must be the nervousness." But before Greg could even ask himself where he could have gotten this nervousness from and where this train wagon was going in the first place, the boy had already answered him. "It happens quite often, everyone I've seen here feels the same Greg." Greg? Had he already told the boy his name? If so, he did he didn't remember.

Slightly amused by Greg's confused look, he pointed to his left shoulder Greg looked at his left shoulder. A name tag. Not quite understanding, he looked down at the sign. The Black Letters spelled out a name rigidly. Greg Greg. At first he wasn't sure if he read that correctly, but he was self-aware of his good eyesight. Greg Greg. Stood rigid and still on the name tag as if it had always been his name. He shook his head. It's my name, he thought to himself, smiling at his own stupidity.

"And what is your name?" he asked. "My name is Danie-, Danny Gonzalez." "Nice to meet you Danny." Greg couldn't help but smile as he realized he'd just met his first friend. "Not much longer and we will arrive at Gregwarts." Danny's eyes flared up with enthusiasm.

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I've been a fan of Danny's channel for a while and watch his videos regularly. I know, as an avid viewer of the second channel, that he appears in some people's dreams.That's how he did it for me too, even if it was only very short and incredibly scary, I was inspired by it and am now writing this story. Is only to be taken ironically and is meant for entertainment. Remember he's not just telling stories, he's changing lives. My life, actually for several weeks now as I'm still talking about the dream with my therapist. I almost shit my pants:))