Dream a Little Dream of Me

Chapter 1

"Oi! Watch where you're goi-" The elderly man stopped mid-shout.

His face morphed from irritation to astonishment as laid eyes on the tall man that blocked his path. His mouth hung open as he gazed into the tall man's eyes that seemed to resemble the shining stars and swirling galaxies of the cosmos itself. Even with the black tunic covering his entire body and a black bucket hat that covered most of his face, the indescribable ethereal beauty of the tall man was almost too much to bear.

Oh, if only the elderly man knew the other side to this beauty...

"I'm sorry, young man." He said, bowing his head. The elderly man stepped around him

If only the elderly man really knew who he had just met.

A smirk played on the tall man's lips as he watched the elderly man walk past him in a daze. Millenia could pass and he would still be amused by the reactions he'd get from mere mortals whenever he passed them. The dreamy look on their faces would never be a bore.

Because that was who he was.

Dream.

The one that made the mortals discover what they wanted. The one that made the mortals realize what they desired - so much so that the mortals' dreams, that were once only fading embers, would burn brightly, lighting up a passion that even the mortals themselves didn't know they had. He was the one who created that. He was the one who made them dream of a future that could be - only for the mortal to realize that they could change it into a future that would be. A future that the mortals could create for themselves.

He was hope.

He was Dream.

But there was another side to him that reared its head every once in a while. The other side to his coin. Ever present. Like a shadow lurking in the darkness. The reason why he always wore the bucket hat. Because if the mortals even caught a glimpse of his face in the back of his head, they'd run, screaming in terror.

Because what would be the other side of the coin that contained hope and desire if not for despair?

And what would be the opposite of Dream, if not for Nightmare?

No one had seen Nightmare's true face in millenia. It'd been so long that even Dream, himself, had forgotten how Nightmare looked like. It didn't matter that Nightmare was attached to the back of his head. Nightmare morphed into anything, into any form, that brought out the deepest fear that person could think of. Dream often wondered if Nightmare even remembered his own face.

Dream and Nightmare.

Two sides of the same coin. One body. Two entities. Only to come out when they were needed. If the world needed a little hope, Dream took control. Dream tried to maintain his control over the body whenever he came out. Because if, by any chance, Nightmare took control of their body...

Well, all the Dark ages in the world were a testament to Nightmare's powers.

Although, with the world as it was now, it seemed that Dream's control was slipping. Little by little. With the growing despair, Nightmare's powers grew, making Dream's control on their body slip just a little, every single day.

"Great, another mortal fawning over you." Nightmare said from inside the bucket hat. Dream could feel Nightmare rolling his eyes. Not that he concerned himself with the opinions of Nightmare. Even if he was attached to Dream.

Huffing, Dream shook his head. He continued to walk to his destination. This time, making sure that he didn't bump into anyone else. Which was surprisingly hard, considering the number of people walking about on a Saturday morning.