Adventures in Dream Island

He woke up on a dark night; an island was where he laid no larger than a cargo ship with a nice sandy beach and water as clear as glass and as blue as sapphires with one poor excuse for a tree slouching tall in the middle. He struggles to adjust his balance while rubbing his eyes for a better view of his area.

"Whe....Where am I?" he softly mutters to himself.

He finally regains his balance only to be greeted by a girl no older than he was.

"Who are you" the mysterious girl asked.

"Who wants to know?" he replied trying to be clever.

"Well....I'm Destiny, pleased to meet you...." she answers as she waited for him to fill his name in.

"Ugh well I guess I can tell you, as long as you tell no one else" he says sarcastically while looking around "I'm Aaron."

"Well it's nice to meet you Aaron."

"So do you know where we are?" Aaron asked with a puzzled look.

"Nope, no idea... I was hoping you knew"

"Sorry, no luck me neither." Aaron said with a sigh of grief.

"Well I mean I guess we can start trying to make a fire or something, right?" He waits as for approval of the idea.

"Yea sounds great, but how?" Destiny replies.

As the duo start searching the area they notice the tree.

"There!" Destiny shouts

Aaron feeling confident with his muscular fitness charges at the tree with an attempt to kick it down, he jumps in the air and try's to duplicate the pose he has seen in a Bruce Lee movie. The tree was stricken down by Aaron's kick and left a log where the tree used to stand.

In a sudden jolt, Aaron is thrown out of his bed. Aaron rolls out of bed and does his morning routine. As he gets out of the bathroom he strolls to his door to admire his usual view of his neighborhood but spots something protruding from his mailbox.

"There's mail, but today's Sunday." He said in a shocked tone.

He goes back into his room, looking for his phone, he spots it exactly how he left it when he went to bed right next to him on his nightstand. He lifts his phone up to check the day, it reads Monday Oct.15. Frightened by this he paces around his room wondering what could have happened. Many thoughts rushed through his head, but one idea always crossed his mind.

"The dream?" He repeated to himself trying to save his sanity.

With the heavy thought of his dream actually being real he returns to his mailbox to receive the on-time mail. He looked through his mail, but the thought of the dream kept replaying in his head. He concluded looking through his mail without reading anything. He steps inside when another postal service try's to grab his attention.

"Hey! Almost forgot this" the postman sighed in relief.

He hands Aaron an oddly shaped box.

"Who is this from?" Aaron asks.

"Umm... All it's says it that you would know"

Aaron looked back up only to catch a glimpse of the postman's devilish glare as the postman high-tales it back to his truck.

"Hey! Wait!" as Aaron yells with no luck of stopping the truck.

Aaron wanted nothing to do with the package fearing what he might find out about the dream. Maybe it was real, maybe I was kidnapped, and who was....Destiny. All these thoughts flowed through his head, with only one answer. Open the package.