Dreams (Poofless AU) [Slow Updates]

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Preston's POV

"Today class we will be talking about dreams."

My once tired mind jolted up towards my psychology teacher. A grin grew on my face as I felt myself become engaged in her lecture.

I opened up my white spiral notebook and turned to a blank page. My hands started to get in a writing position when I looked back up, waiting for the teacher to talk again.

"Usually the average human spends about six years or so dreaming. Some people say that they don't dream but that is false because everyone dreams. The reason why they say that they don't dream is because of their Memory Limit. When you wake up from a dream in about five to ten minutes you forget that dream. Or either 95% of the dream itself is missing and you can only remember faint details of the dream itself."

My fingers started to cramp up a bit as I wrote down each and ever word Mrs. Ghats said. That dream I had this morning, it was so vivid. It was like I felt actually in that meadow feeling the warm sun on my skin.

"You dream for about one to two hours every night but you can have four to seven different types of dreams in one night. Say you dream about sugar and sweets, but then you wake up. You go back to sleep and have a heart stopping nightmare. "

"Everyone and anyone can dream about anything and or everything."

A question popped in my head as I thought about something in my dream. How can a dream be so vivid? Is that natural or is it a rare thing?

I looked around the classroom and saw half of the students on their phone or doing something else. Maybe I should just ask. I mean isn't unusual for students to have questions is it?

I wrote my question on the paper and began repeating it in my head. Can dreams be so vivid to the point were it feels real? I raised my hand and saw the teacher nod towards me.

"Yes Preston?"

"Mrs. Ghats can dreams be so vivid to the point were it feels real?"

She smiled at my question and wrote out two words on the dry erase board in navy.

"Yes indeed, it is probably my most favorite way to dream. It's called Lucid dreaming."

I grabbed my ballpoint ink pen and continued on writing everything that came out of her mouth.

"A lucid dream is a very extreme vivid dream. Most of the time in a lucid dream the dreamer is aware that they are dreaming."

Was I lucid dreaming when I was in that meadow with that guy? No, I don't think I was because I didn't recognize it as a dream. But then why do I almost remember every detail? I remember all the flowers in that meadow, I remember that buttercup I crushed, I remember The Flower King and I helping the buttercup. Hell I even remember what the seeds felt like in my hand.

"Now class, I have an assignment for each and everyone of you. All of you will receive a small journal that you will write your dreams down. It doesn't matter if it's small fragments or long paragraphs anything that you remember from your dreams or nightmares write it down. This assignment will be due in approximately thirty days."

The teacher handed everyone a small journal with a purple gel pen, after she handed everyone one she went back to the front of room and started erasing the board. I picked up the journal and wrote my name on the inside of it for safekeeping.

"Now everyone, this isn't meant to be a hard assignment. It's supposed to be a way to analyze your dreams and nightmares. I will talk more into detail to what we will do with your dream journals towards the end of the thirty days."

A loud ringing went off, indicating everyone that last period is over and that we don't have to go home we just have to leave school.

"Have a nice day everyone!"

Everyone said their goodbyes to Mrs.Ghats as I packed up my things and held the journal near towards my heart. I walked towards the door but not before I said my goodbyes to my favorite teacher.

"Thanks for answering my question Mrs. Ghats, for once I'm actually really hype of a school assignment."

She laughed at my comment and packed up her belongings.

"Wow, I'm surprised that the star football player has such an interest in psychology well it goes to show to show you to not believe in stereotypes."

"I'll see you tomorrow Mrs. Ghats, have a good day!"

I walked towards the door and waved goodbye to her.

"You too dear!"

With my backpack on my back and ny journal near my heart I walked towards the front of the school. People were smiling and high fiving me. Towards the front of the school I saw Lachlan giving Vikk a piggyback ride.

"You guys up for going to grab something to eat?"

"Sure dude let's go."

"Sounds like a plan mate."

We walked out of the building and hopped in my car. Since I'm fifteen I shouldn't really be driving but my sixteenth birthday is coming up soon so it's cool.

Lachlan sat in the passenger seat while Vikk sat in the back, I put the car in reverse and started heading towards the restaurant my parents owned.

The whole time while I was in the car I felt like there were flowers blooming inside of me.

I really want to dream right now.

I want to meet The Flower King again.

A/N: Hey guys I will be taking a small break from Wattpad after I update chapter 10 of Vikklan. Writing just feels like a job or a chore now and I don't ever want it to feel that way. The school year is quickly approaching and my anxiety is just all over the place.

#DreamLand