I Hear My Dreams

Chapter One

"You're mad, Marcy. Insane. Completely bonkers,"

The voice just won't go away. The British tone of my newest companion rings through the whole area, as if on a loudspeaker.

"I know."

"And you don't mind," he asks, crossing his legs at the small black outdoor table we sit at. The swirling patterns on the contrasting white over black marble is mesmerizing.

"No. Not at all," I retort, my voice melancholy and monotonous, growing more so with each word I speak.

"I see."

My partner stands, setting down the teacup he'd been holding. He's a tall man, thin and pale, like something from a horror movie. His black suit is covered in white swirls, much like the table he seems to always have with him.

"Well, Ms. FieldsVille, I will have to bid you farewell. You must enter the fictional world now, Marcy. Do as you were told. All will be well."

I nod at his words as I enter the "fictional world," as my friends call it. Though I know it's actually reality, and I'm actually just waking up from another of my strange dreams. I'm used to them now, and having them every night isn't as bad as it may seem. I have many wonderful friends in my dreams.

I sit up on my bed and rub my eyes, letting a loud yawn escape my mouth. I've been asleep for ages now, yet I'm still tired. This always happens. It's an unexplainable phenomenon, you see.

"Well, Marcy, another day, another dollar.. Right?"

I'm talking to myself. No one ever speaks to me expept my father and my friends. Though, of course, they're simply imaginary.

"Except you're in high school.. And you make no money," I conclude, looking down at my feet, still tucked cozily into my warm and fuzzy socks I hadn't bothered to take off last night.

Upon standing, I quickly get dressed, along with doing the normal hygenic things commonfolk are expected to do, making sure to follow all of the rules the mad man in my dreams has told me.

You're probably confused. That's okay. It's understandable.

My name is Marceline FieldsVille. I'm a sophomore in high school, and long story short, I have abnormal dreams.

Not only do I have these constant conversations with various beings of various colors, shapes, and sizes, but they tell me each and every thing I must and mustn't do, including what could be labelled as 'common sense', like how to brush my teeth, or what section of my hair to brush first.

Now, I don't just have these dreams 'every now and then', I have them every night, which, as I said, tells me how to go about the day.

Sometimes they says crazy things. Things I know are undoubtedly insane, thing I know well enough not to follow, like to hurt a person I love, or hurt myself, even.

I don't listen to those things.

That would just make me silly.

I'm crazy.

Not stupid.