Dream Weaver

Chapter 3

 I walked down the hall, entering my room and pretty much flopping into my bed. I was quite tired, despite the fact that it was only nine o'clock. Making sure my Dream Journal was opened up and to a clean page, along with the pen being on it, I shook my head and curled up underneath the blankets. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was asleep.

I walked down the black, hall-like room, only this time, I actually remembered it. Looking around, it was too dark to make out any shapes. It was just black with nothing there. The door that popped out in front of me didn't scare me this time, though it was probably because it was glowing a white color, making the door visible unlike the past encounters. It had intricate designs on it, flowers, vines, leaves – I even thought I could make out the sun in it. The handle of the door was vine shaped with a leaf at the end of it. It was wavy and even though it was only bronze, it was like I could see the color green radiate off of it. This was definitely going in my Dream Journal when I woke up.

I went through the door, and this time didn't squint at the brightness, the door had adjusted my eyesight with it's white glow. I stepped through and it closed behind me, disappearing. I had stepped into a moonlit field. The grass overgrown and wild flowers dotting the green. Trees were surrounding the field on all sides, standing tall and firm and looking to be at their peak in the leaf cycle. I ran a hand through my hair and looked around to see if anyone was around, I saw nobody.

“Hello there, Nyeline.” The voice came from behind me, and I jumped. It was the voice of a man.. er teenager. He chuckled.

Turning around, I looked the teen over. He had black hair and bright green eyes, reminding me of the bandana guy from a previous dream. He was grinning at me, and his voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't recognize him. I continued to look him over. His body was lean and muscular, just the right type of muscle to compliment the lean. He wore a pair of sneakers that you'd find at Goodwill that aren't necessarily ratty, but used. His jeans were in tact, no holes, and were not – thank goodness – skinny jeans. He had on a white t-shirt, and over that t-shirt was a black vest with multiple pockets. His wrists held two bracelets, one having a black rearing horse with beads, and the other being just a plain black beaded bracelet.

I wrapped my arms around myself in that shy-girl way and took a step back. “How do you know my name?” I asked this mysterious guy, who looked like he was enjoying this.

“I've been with you since you were little. Though when we first started dreaming I was your imaginary friend.” He grinned, seeming to be enjoying this.

I had to think back. I had plenty of imaginary friends back in the day. Most of them girls so it was easy to remember the guy imaginary friend that stuck out most with me. “Vincent?” I looked him over. If this was my imaginary friend, then he has grown. I shifted a bit and he laughed.

“Course it's Vincent! You didn't like the others as much as you liked me,” he grinned down at me. “and yes, I grew. I grow in time with you. So when you imagined me, I was your age, but now that you're older, I'm older too.”

I blinked my brown eyes at him. “So you didn't like me giving you up so you stalked me in my dreams, eh?” Creep-ed out? Just a little. Loving having Vincent back? Totally. He grinned as if he could read my thoughts.. which I wouldn't be surprised if he could, he already answered one question that I asked my head.

“Why yes, yes I can read your thoughts.” He grinned again before continuing. “You're the one who dreamed me up in the first place, I just stuck around.” He frowned as if the term 'stalking dreams' hurt him. “I don't do it on purpose, but now that you're here and I'm telling you that I'm in your dreams, I will be as long as you want me to be.” He took a step forward and I tensed, not being good around guys when my dream-self wasn't kicked in. This was all me. Vincent whispered in my ear. “Though I hope you always will want me to be in your dreams.”