I'll See You In My Dreams

Dream 1: monster from the abyss

I'm a beast of the night. Under your bed.and when you sleep.i slip a cookie under your pillow for when you wake up. But this isn't your ordinary cookie, this cookie gives you the ability to see ghosts. You bite the cookie. Now you see ghosts. There's a ghost staring at you as you awake from your slumber.
It greets you with a high five to the face. This isn't just any ghost, it's your mom. You mistake this ghost as your mom because she pale af. She told you to do your chores and help her out. So you do as you're told.
Later that evening, you hear whispers from under your bed. You reach under your bed and a hand pulls you into the dark abyss.
You're now in Chinatown in San Francisco. Everywhere you go there's Asian people and white tourists. They bribe you into buying things you don't need. You refuse their requests.good for you. There's a fortune teller at the end of the street. She tells you that, in order to pursue happiness, you have to jump off a building.
So you do as you're told. You find the nearest building and jump off the roof. You're falling now. The speed of the wind picking up as you inch closer and closer to the pavement. Your hair whipping around and smacking your face.
You're almost to the floor. Suddenly, your back feels the soft fabric of a trampoline. You wonder as to why you don't feel the hard pavement and the blood rushing out of your head. That's because you actually fell onto a bouncy leather couch.
You're greeted by a young man with a bong in his hand. Smoke rises from the odd structure in his hand. You stare at this boy-like creature. You're coughing a lot. The smoke rings filling the air with a sweet smell. You stand up. The boy turns into a dragon. A sword appears in your hand. You're all like "wtf".
So you fight this dragon.
You're fighting. You get lots of bruises in the process. The dragon breathes out fire and burns off all your hair. You're bald now.but who gives a fuck. You continue to fight this dragon. It's difficult. You drop your sword and give up. The dragon says something, but you don't understand because they have a thick accent.
You ask it to repeat what it said to you again.
The dragon says: "you're all done my dear. You can stop fighting"
The dragon then flies away into the sky.
You're puzzled and left clueless to why it said that. So, you decide to close your eyes and sleep on what a strange day you had.
Your eyes slowly open. You're on a hospital bed . It's cold. You have bruises around your arms. Some places are singed and around your wrists you have lots of scars. There's a bit of pain on your chest but it doesn't bother as much. You're wondering as to how you got to this state, but you can't remember for shit. You look around. There are flowers and balloons scattering the whole room. All of these colors hurt your eyes. There's a pink teddy bear on your lap. You squeeze its paw and it starts playing Smells like Teen Spirit by Nirvana. It's your favorite song.your jam that you would dance to and all your hair would whip around your face. Your hair. You don't have any left because of the leukemia. Fuck.
Your brain hurts now because of the memories. Now your brain feels like it's going to burst. You try to make it stop. Try, but fail. The memories of your life start to play in your head like a movie. Your first day of school in the new city you live in. Trying to make friends but can't be a use of your social anxiety. The first time you rode a bike. Falling many times and bruising your knees, and your mom being there to help you up. All these memories butch slap you in the face. You can't do anything.
You hear loud beeps. They grow louder and faster as you try to catch your breath. The door handle on the door rattles like a snake. A man in a white coat appears and rushes to your side, along with other people as well. The man is saying something. But you don't understand because of his thick accent. You manage to ask him to repeat what he said.
The man says: "you're done my dear. You can stop fighting"
And those are the last words you hear before you went back to sleep.
The End.