Dreams

Micheals POV

Micheals POV

When I woke up, I could tell it was late. Bright sunlight was streaming through my window, telling me that it was sometime in the afternoon. I yawned, stretched, and walked to the kitchen. I saw Claire, sleeping on the couch. 

"Claire! Wake up." I called her, fully entering the kitchen. Five minutes passed, and she still hadnt woken up. Weird, I thought, she usually wakes up instantly. I waslked back out to the living room, and shook her, once again telling her to wake up. She didnt. 

I started to get worried, and I started screaming at her to wake up, after what seemed like forever, she opened her eyes and yawned. "What? I'm awake..." I sighed and looked at her. "You were having another one of those dreams weren't you?" I asked, afraid of the answer. She slowly nodded her head, and sat up straighter. "How did you know?" she asked, seeming sligtly confused. "You usually wake up instantly after I call you, this time you didnt" I explained. "I was shaking you for five minutes" I looked over at her, then down. "Why..." I said to myself, but she obviously heard me, because she responded. "Why what, Michael?" her voice held concern for me, obviously not understanding just how worried I was for her. 

"You haven't had one of those dreams in such a long time, why did they have to come back, why now?" I looked up at her, she looked so distant. She wasnt saying anything, and her eyes seemed to have glazed over. The concern I held for her instantly multiplied. I waited for her to say something, anything but she continued to look out into space.

"Claire?" I asked, but she didnt seem to hear me. "Claire" I said again, this time more forcefully. She seemed to have heard me that time, because her eyes snapped to me, where I was now kneeling infront of her. "I'm sorry, what?" she asked. "What was the dream about?" I asked. She bit her lip and looked away. When she looked back at me, it seemed as though she was having an internal war with herself. 

"Uh...well, there was a plane, but thats about it..." she finally looked at me, and I could tell she was lying. Or at least not telling the whole truth. I sighed, and let it go. There was no need in me pushing the matter now, she would tell me eventually. I stood up and walked away from her, going back to my bedroom. I sat on my bed, thinking about Claire. 

When she had first started getting these dreams, neither of us knew how to handle them. It was scary at first, so unpredictible. 

<FLASHBACK>

Claire was sitting on the couch, wrapped up in warm blanket. The movie on the T.V. was about halfway over, and she seemed way into it. I sat next to her and put my arm around her shoulders. She leaned against me and we finished watching the movie. 

By the time it had ended, Claire was snoring softly and I was begining to feel sleepy. 

The next thing I remember was waking up to screaming. I opened my eyes, and saw Claire sitting up, swiping at her leg. That was about all I could see, the room was so dark because the tv had shut off and it was well past midnight. 

Her screaming again fully woke me up, and I jumped up, turning the lights on. When I looked back at her, I saw her crying, still swiping something off her leg. I moved closer, and realized that her leg was bleeding. wtf? 

I ran to the bathroom and emerged with the first aid kit. I knelt infront of her and moved her hands. I began cleaning the cut, which seemed fairly deep. Eventually, it was clean, and I bandaged it up. After putting everything away, I sat next to her. 

"What happened!?" I asked. She looked over at me, seeming to be as confused as I was. "I dont know, my dream.." her voice trailed off. "What? What about your dream?" I asked. "I was walking to the park, and...and there was this guy, following me. I got scared and...I..I started running from him, he started chasing me. I kept thinking if I got to the park, I'd be safe, you know? So many people around and everything. Well, I got to the park, but...but it was empty! Nobody was there. I kept running, but I tripped. I landed on something, and cut my leg. I looked up, and that man was there, standing above me...and then I woke up..bleeding" after she finished explaining, she seemed even more confused. "So...you got hurt in a dream, and ended up hurt in real life?" she looked at me and then back to her bandaged leg. "Seems like it...but that doesnt make sense." 

<END OF FLASHBACK>

After that first dream, Claire seemed a little distant. The day after that was when we realized her dreams weren't normal. We had both decided to go to the park. I told her I would meet her there, so she left before me. I was finishing up somethings around the small house. When I reached the park, what I saw terrified me.

Can you guess what I saw? I bet you can...

Claire was on the ground, with some strange man standing above her. I got to them and pushed the man away, i yelled at him, and eventually he turned and ran away. I helped Claire up, and saw that her leg was bleeding. I asked her what happened, and she basically recited her dream. 

After that happened, we were extra careful about the dreams she had. After awhile, they just stopped. But now...now they had to start again.

I really wanted to know what her dream had fully been about. T

Thinking about all of this made me tired, and I fell asleep again, not caring that the day was half over. 

(A/N): Sorry, I know it isnt the best. But I'm trying!(: