Dreamscape

ChApTeR 3

"There are three different dimensions: Creation, End, and Dream," said the A.M. radio channel guest. 79.9 A.M., the Superstitions' home channel, to be specific.

Susan turned up her decrepit radio, intrigued by the guests nonsense.

"We currently live in the Creation dimension, a dimension whose origins are unknown, hence fought over. In Creation, there is life and innovation, both being continued and increased by future generations. When life and innovation are put to a stop, Creation is then drowned in death and chaos.

"That takes us to the next dimension, End, which is kind self explanatory. End is, well, the end of creation, and in it are three ways Creation can end up as. The first is that the dimension is engulfed in flames, sort of like Hell; the second is that it freezes over everyhing, leaving no chances of survival to anyone who may have survived the initial chaos; the last is darkness, in which the whole dimension is swallowed up by what some believe to be a super blackhole."

That's what you believe, Susan thought.

"The last dimension is Dream, which comes from Creation. We-"

You.

"- believe that this dimension is connected to one's subconsciousness when they are asleep, hence the name. Unlike Creation, a Dream doesn't last long because if the creator fails to return to or remember the dream, then it becomes an End dimension. The death of a Dream, however, does not affect it's creator, since it was only meant to temporarily house the creator, since it's only  eat the to temporarily house the creator's subconscious self."

Susan turned off her radio and decided to head out; her teachers hadn't left her any homework throughout the week, so she had plenty of free time. With hours of daylight to kill, she would go out for a walk through the city park.

It was the middle of May, the nicest time of the year to be outside since it wasn't too hot or too cold. Plus, she could hear an ice cream truck close by from her window. Susan was quickly trying to find money for a fudge bar when, suddenly, she felt a prick.

What?

Susan looked around, confused. She stood still for a few seconds before the music of the ice cream truck snapped her out of her trance.

Shit! It's here!

She pushed the any thought of the prick to the back of her head and snatched a five dollars bill from the pocket of a jacket. The elevator would be too slow, so she took the stairs, trying desperately not to tumble to her death from the third story.

Just as she burst through the doors of the apartment building, the ice cream truck began to slowly drove away.

"Wait!" She yelled, sprinting at full speed.

The ice cream truck stopped to attend to a group of kids ahead, giving Susan the time she needed to catch up. For only $3, Susan bought a rainbow snow cone instead of the fudge bar, despite its higher price.

Susan shoved her change into the front pocket of her shorts as she cautiously crossed the street to the city park. Once again, she felt the prick, only now it felt like being stabbed with a needle. Despite not knowing where it would lead her, Susan began to walk towards the source of the feeling.

The streets weren't jammed with traffic, but they were still pretty dangerous if one considers the people who text and drive or do anything else that might disturb their concentration on the road. So when Susan was nearly hit by an incoming car who tried to speed a red light, one can imagine how scared she had been. So scared that she nearly gave up on the search for the prick's source, but the feeling would stab her head when she turned back.

"Okay okay. I'll keep going," she whispered to the feeling, which responded by soothing the area it had seemed to stab.

A few blocks away was an alley. Susan felt that that was where the feeling was coming from. She began to walk at a more rapid pace to the alley when a hand grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back.

Susan spun around to face the person who was keeping her from reaching the alley. Her shoulders loosened up when she noticed that it was only a friend of hers; a boy she was particularly fond of, Erik.

"What's up, Susan?" He said. "Better finish that snow cone, because it's almost completely melted."

She looked at her hand and saw that it was dripping with colorful fruit flavored water. "Shit!" Susan exclaimed.

"Here, let me throw this away." Erik took the melted snow cone away from her and turned around to search for the nearest trash can.

Susan took the opportunity to run to the alley, the feeling clearly fed up with the distractions. "Hey! Wait up!" Erik called out to her.

When she turned the corner, she was taken aback by what she saw: there was a golden portal at the end of the alley. It seemed to be waiting for her to cross through it; plus, the prick had gone away.

Erik called out to her, his voice close enough for her to hear his footsteps. Without further thought, she threw herself into the portal.
---
It was unusually cooler than before. Susan sat up, trembling, and scanned her new surroundings. The snow beneath her that had cushioned her fall covered the land she was in. Beside her, a boy stared at her in surprise, since he had barely dodged her. For some strange reason, Susan felt a sense of security just by being near him.

"Princess?"  He whispered, and suddenly hugged her tightly.

++++++
Hi! How was it?
In my opinion...........well, who cares about my opinion.
Thanks for reading!!!!
>\\\<