My Dream Book

March 9

I was napping on the grass hill at my school, and woke up to the sound of a quack.

I sat up, groggy. A few feet in front of me, was the duck.

That's how I knew I was dreaming, but that didn't make it any less terrifying...

"Get the fuck out of my dream."

"Hello to you too."

"What do you want..."

He waddled up to me and dug through my bag for food and found some bread. He ate some before answering.

"Well, there's something I want you to see..."

"What is it?"

He waddles down the hill. "Come on."

I got up and followed him.

Time lapse.

We ended up at a warehouse. "What's in there?"

"Well then, let's go see!"

I go up to a door and open it. The duck waddles in like he's home. I enter after him, and look around before shutting the door. "Like I said, what's in..."

Bodies. All over the ceiling. Lifeless. So many... I looked closer.

"No. No no no." I turn around and shove against the door, but it had become a blank wall. I turned back around, and the bodies were on the floor now, lowered from the ropes.

I turned to the duck. "Why are you showing me this..."

"Because you let this happen. This is what's waiting for you. You couldn't stop them."

"You're lying. There's gotta be someone I've stopped..."

"You're welcome to check..."

The way he said it, I knew: I didn't save anyone. Not a single person. They all killed themselves. Now they were gone, there was nothing I could do about it. Nothing I could do to bring them back. I'd never see them again...

I turned to the duck. "Bring them back."

"You know I can't do that..."

I clamped my eyes shut and punched at the floor in frustration. When I opened them again, the duck was gone. "Hey... you get back here and BRING THEM BACK. BRING THEM BACK RIGHT NOW!"

I got up and turned a full three sixty, looking for the duck. He was gone. The only thing in the room were the bodies of every single person that I cared about. I sank down onto my back and closed my eyes.

When I opened them again I was back on the hill I was before.

I woke up.