Dreaming of Reality

Pink

I took a deep breath. That had to be the strangest, yet fascinating dream ever. It felt as if I were really there, like it was some sort of reality.

While the memory was still fresh in mind, I scurried to find a notebook and pencil and wrote down what happened. The place, the sounds, the smell. That man. The swirling colors that turned to white. Everything.

I huffed in satisfaction and hid the notebook under my mattress and placed my pencil onto my nightstand. I glanced at the clock that was also on my nightstand and groaned. School was in two hours and I had to get dressed.

I was only a freshman in college and I was already tired of it. The hours weren't long, but the learning wasn't engaging. Everything was easy and slow paced. I wanted a challenge.

"John, it's time for school!" My mother chirped from behind my door. I moaned tiredly as I opened my door, and was greeted by my cheery mother. She skillfully held a loaded clothing basket in one arm, while the other hung loosely to her side.

"Good morning Mr. Grumpy. Put a smile on your face, will ya?" My mother lightly pinched my cheek. I swatted her hand away and waved her off. I mumbled a brief good morning and entered my bathroom.

I did my daily morning routine for getting ready, and headed out the bathroom. I trudged down stairs and entered the dining area. There my younger sister sat and munched on her bowl of cereal, and my mother serving a plate of eggs and bacon for me.

"Mornin' Jules." I greeted. My sister Julie whipped her head towards me and smiled.

"Hellooo." She dragged out. I chuckled at her silliness and sat down at the table. My mother placed my plate in front of me and rushed to clean the utensils she used.

I stared at my plate and started to think. What should I do after work instead of sleeping. I slept and unhealthy amount of hours at night and it took up majority of my life, and to top it all off, I daydream excessively. Instead, I could possibly join a band? I did play bass while I was younger, I guess I could try out somewhere. But then again, I'll be a bit rusty. I'll practice a few hours a day-

"John!" My mother shouted in worry. I craned my neck and stared at her.

"Quit staring at your food and eat it already, you're making me anxious."

I tend to do that a lot, to think a lot. Daydreaming excessively puts me in a position where I can't focus much nor tell if this is an actual reality or not. It scares me a bit but if I were to tell a doctor, they would certainly put in an asylum.

I gobbled down my food and wiped my mouth. I set my empty plate in the sink and waved my mother and sister goodbye. They returned the gesture and continued what they were doing.

I began a beeline to school, blocking out everything else.

I forgot what classes I had today. I don't care honestly, I just hope that cute girl Veronica was there. The way she strutted into class late was orgasmic. I really want her.

A vision in my head pictured us getting married and having kids. We grew old together and shared many romantic evenings together. I'll have the girl I always wanted in my arms. What a childish thing to think of but a man can dream, right?

Before I knew it, I was at school.
It took me twenty minutes to walk to school, how did I get here so quick?

I was daydreaming, weren't I.

I could've gotten seriously hurt! Daydreaming is all hugs and kisses until you can't stop yourself. I hate that I can't help it, it stops me from focusing on the real world. Well I think this is the real world, daydreaming fucked everything up for me. It all started happening around the age eleven, a few weeks after my father died. It started to occur during family talks, therapy, and school lunch time.  If only I knew it was going to turn out like this, I would have asked for help sooner.

I was already in the classroom, my body dragging itself here on its own while my mind daydreamed once again.

I thought dreaming was pleasant.

"Hey John." A distinct voice greeted from behind. I turned around and was met with my friend, Brian. I smiled at him.

"Roger isn't here, again. He's 'sick' today." Brian grumbled. I rolled my eyes. Typical Roger.

"Hopefully he feels better." I mumbled sarcastically. I heard Brian stifle a laugh.

The professor walked in and hushed our class. My mouth went off and my mind turned on. And my daydreaming began.

I was walking down a sidewalk, not knowing where I was going. Cars roared the streets while people hustled to get to their destination. The air was cold and foggy, you were able to see your breath. Inches of snow covered the ground, it made a perfect scene of a romantic winter evening.

I looked down at myself and noticed I was wearing a long trench coat that reached below my knees. I wore red mittens and a matching cozy wool scarf.

"John!" Someone called from behind. I spun around and nearly fainted. That attractive man from this morning.

"Hello Freddie?"

Freddie huffed heavily, which caused the air that escaped his mouth to fog. He must have ran after me. He quickly composed himself and spoke.

"You suddenly disappeared yesterday in the café, what happened?" He questioned. I honestly didn't know.

"I woke up." I simply stated. Freddie didn't seem to question me. He must have thought I was high.

"You're ears must be freezing, here." Freddie pulled his hat from his head and placed it onto mine. He fixed my hair from underneath with his ungloved fingers. I felt my face heat up as his fingers grazed over my face.

"There. Much better, don't you think?"

I nodded my head and smiled.

"T-thank you." I stammered. I mentally screamed at myself.

"You're welcome John."

A gust of wind blew and everything started to change. The scene I was saw was no more, colors were mixing once more like this morning. This time though, I didn't panic as much. I looked at Freddie who frantically looked around himself.

The color pink suddenly flashed for a few seconds and I broke away from my daydream.

"Class dismissed."

I rapidly wrote down what I experienced in a notebook and left.