What Dreams are Made of|| MAGICANIMALCLUB

I'll Stand By You

Stampy's POV

I held Beth's hands.
On my final hour.
Caught inside of this dream, this endless dream.
"What if it's not a dream?" Beth asked me, "I mean- what if you just kill yourself?"
"Well I'm pretty suicidal anyway."
"Joe this is serious!" She said. Fiddling with her engagement ring.
"I love you." I said, putting my hands on her face.
"I love you too." She replied. She looked so real..

I continued to look out the window at the sea.
The sea that roared below us, only tidal waves could reach us.
And the beautiful, blazing, sunlit sky.
Red with passion and glory.
Fury raged within the clouds in the form of bright lights from the burning sun.

This.

This amazing world.

"Five years..." I sighed.
"I don't want to forget this." I said. Out loud. In a broken voice.
I looked back at Beth..
Her face slowly changed.
Her long brown hair with a blonde streak changed to all light brown, short hair with a fringe.
I sat down.
Our cat, Ori, rubbed up against my legs.
Our dog, Alyx, started to chase Ori around the kitchen as Beth's bird, Cortana fluttered around the room.

"Meet me in bed." Sqaishey said.

I opened my eyes..

"Huh?" I was on a sofa. Sitting up.
"I said meet me in bed- unless you want to sleep on the sofa all night."
I smiled at Sqaishey.

I walked up the stairs and sat in my office.
The date, February the 6th 2017.

I couldn't help but smile.
Just smile.

Four years in less than two hours.

I walked up the stairs to our bedroom, I got changed before looking out at the dark starlit sky.
I reached out for my phone and I texted Squid.
Who had died in my dream.
Just a dream..
An unforgettable dream.
But no memory lasts forever.
And all dreams end in the same way.

Are you alright?

I ask him.
Putting down my phone I stare at Beth.
And then, I do as she asked.

I meet her in bed.

"So, how was the second last episode of quest taken?" She asked me,
"I don't know. I don't mind." I replied,
"What do you mean?"
"People can think whatever they want, whenever they want. In fact they can think up a whole story, a whole lifetime of events and they will be the only ones who thought of it... They can dream, Sqaishey. Unconsciously they can read minds without realising its unusual to do so: they can create a scenario so unthinkable, so original.. But eventually  all dreams end in the same way."
"What way is that?" Beth asked.

I lifted up my phone, Squid had texted back;

Im fine.
What's up?

I smiled;

Me.

:)