Dream Weaver

Chapter 1

 My breath slowed down considerably. I watched the ceiling and felt my eyes start to flutter.. or droop - I wasn't sure which. Red, blue, green, and yellow clouds danced in my vision as I tried to make 'sleep' come faster. I liked the dream world more then the reality world so far through life, though I've only been through fifteen years of it. I turned to my side and closed my eyes, flashes of images from other dreams dancing across my closed eyelids. Stifling a yawn, my mind went off on it's own, coming up with a new dream that awaited me.

“Come closer,” The voice was distant and far off, seeming to call me deeper into the darkness, “Come closer!” It got louder as I went forward.

I didn't think about anything, just getting to the voice that was calling to me. I walked into the darkness, biting my bottom lip and not knowing what was going on, though I probably should have remembered by now.

The door just seemed to leap out in front of me, causing me to get a pretty good sized bruise on my forehead, or it would have been at least. I rubbed the spot and felt for the door handle. It was brass, I could tell that, in some sort of form of a long serpent I'd guess. Maybe a dragon. I couldn't make out anything on the door, though I also didn't want to. The voice was quite loud now though, and I guessed it was coming from the other side. If I continued down the walk and just avoided the door, I'd come to another door, which I've tried doing before, but the doors behind this one are just dreams that I've already dreamed, and I don't want to dream them twice. The door that pops out first is always the new dream, which is all I can remember from these encounters, so I opened it up and stepped inside.

Light gleamed at me, the door disappearing as soon as I shut it. My hand covered my face from the sudden brightness and I squinted, looking around.

I wasn't outside or anything, I was in some sort of light colored room. I could already tell it was some sort of school room, though I couldn't make out what kind. I glanced down and saw a black messenger bag slung over my shoulder, and I shrugged, deciding to go along with my dream. I looked around. There was a door, but I didn't make my way to it yet. There were no pictures or posters in the room, no desk, only a small, white, circular table with nothing on it. I frowned, wondering if this is what 'ISS' was.

The knock from the door startled me, but my dream-self went and opened the door. A girl stood there. My dream-self instantly recognized her as my best friend in the dream, though not in real-life. She smiled, her brown eyes twinkling.

“Hey, ready for the Meeting?” She asked.

I nodded like I had some idea what 'the Meeting' was, and then I grinned at her. “Yup, they are so boring though!” I paused for a second and thought. “Before we go though, I want you to call..” the name was jumbled up in my brain, so I said it but I didn't actually hear it, and I couldn't actually tell what I was saying.

My friend groaned. “But why? We hate each other you know!” She complained, gosh was she a complainer.

“So? The world would be a better place if we all liked each other, so you be the bigger person and call her and ask her to hang out or something.” My friend groaned again and I continued on. “Please..” -name jumble- “I won't ask you to do anything ever again, I promise!” My dream-self seemed to know what was going on, though my reality-self had no idea.

My friend groaned and held out her hand for my cell phone, which my dream-self found in the messenger bag. She dialed the numbers and waited for the answer. She must of found it.

“Um, hi. I just wanted to call to see if you wanted to hang out?” My friend conversed with the person on the other line of the phone.

Dream-self decided to leave the conversation so that it was private, so I left the room, heading down the hall. There wasn't anybody around, not flocking the lockers and not in any classes as one might expect in a school. I glanced around one corner and saw five or six goth-looking kids. They wore all black and the obvious leader wore black nail polish with a red bandana around his neck. He sent a glare over to me from where him and his 'posse' stood. Then in turn they each glared over to me. My dream-self was pretty brave, rolling my eyes at them.