Up In The Clouds

3: The Worst Nightmare Of My Life

  That night, as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out for the count.

    Honestly though, I don't even remember anything before I went to sleep. You know how you usually have a dream about what you think about right before you doze into sleep? Well, I'm 99.999999 percent sure that I wasn't thinking about this.  Something else that freaked me out was the fact  that  the nightmare had started in  my perfect life.  This has never happened in the past , and  I  never expected it to, even if the Dreamers are in my dreams (makes a lot of sense when you think about it ) but none of my dreams had started or been in  my perfect life.  All the dreams that  the Dreamers had been in, they were in the real , crappy, world with me . But it’s not like I can control that……

               I've had some interesting dreams in my life, talking koalas, the dreamers getting attacked by a random floating axe, and so on. I admit, I'm not the most sane person, but this dream is just......I'll have to tell you the whole thing because if I leave one part out, you'll be dreadfully confused.

               I’m in a mutated perfect world. I’m looking around for my friends, there nowhere to be found. I look for Fluffy, can’t find her either.  It seems that i’m alone, to i try to call my friends, and what seems like forever, they don’t come . Then, i decide to take a look up at the sky, the sky isn’t blue, or grey, or  a black night sky, but a blood red? I could only hear my voice in my head, nothing else . Then , I heard another voice and my vision started turning the same color as the sky. The voice started soft, but soon became the loudest thing, and it kept repeating the same thing over and over “You Do Not Believe, Give the journal back.,” It kinda had that echoed feel to it, as if I in a tunnel that went on forever. But the voice was not one that I could recall, so I started running, filled with with a mixture fright and adventure.

               I ran as fast as i could to get away from whatever that was back there. I climb the ladder, see the journal in my hand, but don’t really acknowledge it. I get to the top of the ladder and i’m now at the floating tree in the sky, which turns out to be dead. Not only did the tree die, but I see all the dreamers, under the tree, dead as well. Trying to fight off the tears, I went up to them very closely, because I wasn’t completely sure what was really going on, and if they were really dead. But when i took a closer look, i knew for sure that they were all gone. One tear drizzled down my right cheek as I looked at my friends this way. Then I heard the voice once more. Before I could make a run for it or cover my ears the voice said, “This is what happens when you are not a believer and this is what happens when you steal. the only people who actually loved you are now gone forever, now how does that make you feel?” The last part made me think that I was in a physiatrist office. It gave me quite a creepy feeling just thinking it over.

                  Once again running for dear life, I took one glance at the journal , and I could not believe what I saw. The journal is glowing? I thought, trying to speak, but still no words would leave my mouth. And then it started vibrating like a massage chair and got brighter. I heard the voice once more, now absolutely ‘pee my pants’ terrified. The booming voice uttered, “Be prepared for death young one!” The journal exploded and my vision turned from the blood red color it's been to a endless black.

                   I woke up with a start. I took a look at the jornal where I’d left it, on my desk, and it was still in one piece. But I looked closer and realized there was a crack on the outside cover I didn’t notice the day before. The creepiest part was when I opened the journal, It had my dream inside written in the neatest print I’ve seen in my whole life. It had every detail, which was the only way I could remember to tell you exactly what had happened. Not only did it have every nook and cranny of my dream, but when I opened the journal, it gave me a flashback of it. Trying to get the image out of my mind, I headed downstairs for some cereal.

                       I tried to hide it best I can, but Kathy saw right though my charade.

                     "What wrong?" she questioned

                     "Oh. Um... nothing. I'm going for a walk." and I sprinted out the door, taking the journal with me. I went to the same tree as I did the day before, but something was different. There wasn't any keys on it, there was no box underneath, It just looked like a regular tree. I sat there for a bit, thinking about how I was going to find out more about this, and so I went to the Dreamers. Hey, it was the best of my options.

          One by one, the Dreamers came to our meeting spot. Everyone except Alice "Where's Alice?" Baxter said with worry in his eyes.

          "Maybe she got attacked by an ostrich?" Cleo joked. Dalziel laughed at the crummy joke.

Do thouse two ever take anything seriously? I wondered. Then I said to Emma, " What do you think happened to her?"

          "Maybe she stopped dreaming." This answer shocked me. Especially coming from cute little Emma. But it didn't look like I was the only one surprised with this answer, everyone either looked bewildered or flabbergasted.

              Dalziel was the first to speak up, "Where'd you come up with that idea?"

             Followed by that, Cleo added," You know, I thought Baxter would be the first one to leave."

             Baxter defended himself with, " Are you kidding? You guys are my only friends, I can't leave."

             We talked about the Alice thing, and thought maybe she'd gotten sick and be back soon enough. At the end of the day, we all went home, and I realized I've been sitting under the tree for hours. I sat there for a little longer, and tried to figure out more about the journal on account that I forgot to ask about it with the Dreamers. What if I tried writing in the journal?  I scribbled "Who are you and do you have anything to do with my friend being gone?" and I went to sleep once again.