The Space Princess

Chapter 3

Something was off about this dream, it...kind of didn't feel like a dream at all. I was in my old ship before it crashed down, I can be sure of that...that's just the problem though, before it crashed down...by now, this ship would've been in pieces, or at least somebody would've yelled "Incoming!". There was also no sound for some reason, not even the ringing sounds when you hit your ear on something...it was just silence. And the temperature...it felt cool like cold wind blowing on my face on a summer day. This felt super unnatural...like I was underwater or something. 

My eye suddenly focused on a little stick like object that looked like it was floating around but at the same time, it was frozen in time. I gently moved my left hand near the object and flicked it away, watching it float in what I guess I could say was zero gravity...wait...I just moved my hand. In every memory nightmare I have, the only things I could move is my eyes. But I just moved my hand. I suddenly decided to try something else and tried lifting my head, my cheek sticking on the metal panel by my drool. I placed both of my hands on the side of the panel and forced myself off it, my cheek practically prying itself off the panel, and I took a look around. Woah...everything looks so weird. The ship on the inside looked like a TV screen glitching out and everybody was frozen solid. This...has to be a different type of dream...like a lucid dream or something. Though, lucid dreams are ones where people can control other things besides their bodies like the floor or the air or something, and I could only control my body. It was kind of like a dream version of a cage or something, I can move around but the rest of the dream is still a dream. I took a step forward and immediately, my leg ended up falling onto the ship's floor, giving that uncomfortable and slightly painful feeling I usually get if my legs are asleep.

"Aggghhhh...god dammit..." I groaned as my hands placed itself onto the metal floor and I tried to get myself back up.

My eyes shot open and my body began to shiver as I realized what I've just done. This...can't be a dream, it wasn't ever possible for me to talk in my dreams, why would I be talking now? Everything's starting to feel a little...too real, me being able to actually move my body around and using my vocal chords. I pushed myself up and began to walk around and explore, walking up to one of the windows on my ship, trying to see if anything odd was going on outside of the ship. The only weird thing i could actually see was the sky...if you could call something as blank and white like a piece of paper a sky. I pushed myself against the window, trying to see if I can find anything else odd about it, and suddenly felt the window slip out of reach of my hands.

"Woah!" I screamed as I suddenly felt as if the shift of gravity changed and I was about to fall. I grabbed onto the window frame as tight as I can, treating it as if I was holding on for dear life. In seconds, the glass that slipped out of reach of me caught my eye and I watched it slowly float away like the pen did, expecting it to float away until I couldn't even see it anymore, but it quickly bumped into what I guess is the ground, as white as the sky, and saw it crack up and turn into dust...freaky. I reached out my hand, holding onto the window frame as hard as I could with my other, and when my arm was finally stretched out completely and I had to end up reaching out to it until the window frame was touching my stomach, and felt with a surface of some kind with the tip of my middle finger. "Damn...this thing's about to practically crash..."

I practically threw myself back into the ship, feeling as if I would've fell from it if I stayed like that for a few more seconds, and decided to walk away from the windowless window frame and explore my old ship, actually kind of surprised and a little shocked of how big this thing used to be.

In front of me was what I could only think to be hallway I guess, with...people in it. They're the ones who would usually scream in fear in all of my nightmares...looking like they were frozen in time or something. They were my old crew members...damn. I walked up to one of the crew members in the back, who had neon blue skin with a tinge of orange on its sides, with long white electric silver hair flying around as if wind was blowing in her face...oh right, gravity mixed with the crash.