The Dreamer's Dream

Prologue

Prologue

I'm Theo Panne. But that was before so, just call me Tada. Weird? Well, it is short for TDD which means The Dreamer's Dream. How it was happened? I'll tell you later. And by the way, read my name as if you were surprising or giving someone a gift.

I'm already 36 years old now. I have my own family. I have two daughters, Maria and Hannah. They were unidentical twins and they are 14 years old now. And my very beautiful wife, Mica, is now at our room, sleeping. While I'm here in my small office were I write. Cause that's my job - writing. Writing stories. I actually published many books and most of them are fantasies.

So, let me tell you a story. The story of my life, and my close and best friend, Data. As his name itself, he gave me informations. Informations about my future. While I also tell him the past. Our past. Cause we are one.

We met when I was 10 years old. But I actually seen him when I was 9 - my 9th birthday. And I have this ability that no one believes me. Just me, myself, and I. It was controlling my dream.

When I was a child, I thought controlling my dreams was normal. I thought other children and even adults can do that too. But I was wrong. As I grew up and learn things, I just told myself that I was hallucinating. But I can't help myself remembering all those dreams that can't and won't erase from my mind. It feels like, it really happened in reality. Like it was happened a few minutes ago. And I want to share those dreams to you. Those hallucinations, Data, my life of being different and being too much, and of course, my dreams.

27 years ago...

March 14, 1989 
3:08 PM

Boring. That is the only adjective that describe this day. My day. My 9th birthday. Why? Here's why. No father to be found, no friends, no party. Just me. Well, I can't complain and be mad. We do not have enough money to have a party or even a spaghetti. My father, Danny Panne, is working in a meat shop a 25 meters away, I guess, from, here, in our house. Well, I'm kind a use of it - just staring myself at the mirror and imagining myself what am I when I grew up - what will I look like when I turn 25, if I will be a doctor, a pilot, a chef, an owner of a big and popular shoe company, or I will be nothing. This is my favorite thing in our house, the mirror, tho this is not my favorite hobby when March 14 and every single day came. It is sleeping. Yes, sleeping...

And controlling my dream.

~~oOo~~

Time ,here, in my paradise was different in reality. As what my dream clock said, it was 8:54 AM while my reality clock said it was 3:15 PM. My calendar? I didn't make one, what's the use if this is just a dream right? Except for time cause I really need it for me to wake up.

Here, I can get what I wanted. Here, everything is perfect. Here, I feel complete. This perfect world is very far from my real life - the poor Theo. Sometimes, I'm thinking about myself living in this world but, basically, here, everything in here is all an imagination - all of it - a fantasy, a big lie.

When I celebrate my 8th birthday, I imagined a beach resort. The water is so clear. And to make it short, I did a water adventure at the beach, I imagined many things that night. My father, my friends, an enormous cake.

And also, my mother but without face. Because I've never seen her, before and forever I think.

So, what now? I actually didn't planned anything for my 9th birthday cause I already did everything I want to do. Maybe I will just play at my favorite place in this world, the clouds.

To be continued...

Author's Note

First of all, sorry for the typos, and errors. Especially, those wrong grammars out there. And please let me know for me to correct it.

I just want to share something. This story should actually in Filipino language but its hard for me to explain things in Filipino when I write fantasy stories. So... that's why :)

Thank you!