Once Upon A Dream

Four

Chapter Four: Dream Girl
-Riley-

It's been three nights of me taking these little pills that Clark gave me, and some crazy shit's been happening.

"Hey man." Clark said as he suited up for practice. "You look like you're doing better."

I nodded, "I'm doing a little better, it helps to sleep...thanks again for those pills by the way."

"So they're working then?"

"Yeah they do the job putting me to sleep...but do you know the side effects of them?" I asked.

After having taken the pills for three nights already I was beginning to think I was having hallucinations of a girl, no to be honest, the faceless girl from my dream was shaping up to be the perfect girl.

"Why do you ask?"

I sighed, "I've kinda been having this weird dream and I was wondering if it could have anything to do with the sleeping pills." I admitted.

He shrugged, "I mean everything should be fine as long as you don't start getting really bad headaches, nausea, abdominal pain or end up in a coma."

"Very reassuring."

He rolled his eyes, "okay fine, I don't remember anything about dreams specifically on the side effects list...but explain a little more what's going on."

"Okay so I've been having the same dream every night, only each time it's different." I said, I could hear the confusion in my own words so I elaborated. "Every night I end up in the same place, it's a public park...and there's a girl there only I can't really see her face, anyways sometimes I get to the park first, sometimes she gets to the park first." I filled him in. "Our conversations always pick up right where we left off and they're never the same...we wear these clothes I would never own and even though I don't know this girl, she's so easy to talk to that I'm beginning to wonder if she's real."

"Okay that sounds like something to worry about...are you having trouble separating reality from dream?"

I shook my head, "no I know it's just a dream...but the way she talks, the way we interact (mind you we don't touch or anything except that initial handshake)...it just seems real, like she could be a real person somewhere out there."

"It's just a dream man, I have reoccurring dreams too but I wake up and forget about it the next day."

"Really, do you remember anything from the dreams?" I asked, I was starting to feel like I was all alone in this sort of occurrence.

"Well yeah...the one I can remember all the time is I find myself in a huge old house. I know it's old because everything is wooden and the lights are like those old timey lanterns, anyways I feel like I'm trying to escape but every door I open just leads to another hall and every stair case I take, either going up or going down, it just leads me to another hall with even more doors." He explained, "I usually wake up a little unsure if I'm still dreaming or not...but once I shower I'm good and I go on with the day."

I shook my head, "sounds heavy." But that was nothing like the dreams I was having.

These dreams were so vivid, like if I close my eyes I can see all of the fallen leaves on the ground, or how her hair moves in the wind that I can't feel. Her laugh, the sound of her voice...I had all but memorized them and found myself listening to some of the girls around her to see if they matched up...but no such luck.

"Maybe you should lay off the pills for a night and see if you still have the dream." Clark suggested.

He was right, but for a completely different reason. He wanted me to not take the pill so I wouldn't have the dream, and I've been wondering if I could have the dream while not using the pills...because I only had two more pills and if I needed them to have the dream then I would be telling my dream girl goodbye pretty soon.