Chapter one
I have these dream, they make me happy because there is this girl, the same girl in every dream. She makes me so happy I never want to wake up, but I never get to see her face. When I do there is nothing, just empty space but I can feel her smile. Sometimes we have a family, one boy about seven years old and a girl five years old. No matter how I am feeling when I fall asleep I wake up with tears in my eye, tears of joy. I do not know how but I believe that she is real. She knows things I have never heard of in my life, and her everything is just so real. It is as if we are two souls sharing a room outside of the real world. I just wish I could meet her in real life.
I open my eyes and what do I see. I see a girl that I love. I see someone that I can tell anything. I can do anything as long as she is with me. The only thing I cannot do is see her face. No matter how hard I try, I cannot see her face and it hurts me, but that will change soon. I have been practicing lucid dreaming, allowing me to control my dreams. Maybe then, I can see her face.
"Hey Jake, wake up!" calls out my friend Pete. "You need to stop sleeping in class dude! The teacher is getting pissed."
"Why? It is not as if my grades are dropping, I am the smartest guy in school. Plus I am only taking this class just for extra credit."
"I know and he knows, but sleeping in class is still bad. Especially when you start making noises."
"You mean I have been making noises in my sleep and you didn't tell me! Dude what the hell! I thought you were supposed to watch my back?"
"I am. But it's is harder than you think to wake you up when you punch me when I try and have a teacher yell at you for not paying attention."
"Geez doesn't feel like I have even slept."
"Why are you so tired anyway?"
"Turns out if you lucid dream you don't get any sleep at all. I practice till two in the morning, and then get some real sleep."
"I really wish I had never told you about that. Ever since I did, you have now stop tried to "master your dreams" as you like to say. I mean look at you, you are not getting any sleep except in class. Your grades are next, soon they will start to slip and you won't be able to get into any college."
"Shut up. I have already got my acceptance letter from the institute."
"When the hell where you going to tell me?"
"Whenever I felt like it. It's not a big deal dude."
"It's the world's biggest research center studying the human brain! They are the only place that will just give you a degree if you find something notable, also the hardest place to get a degree but it still. Knowing you, you would find something after two years, earn you degree, get a Nobel peace prize, and retire at 30."
"Ok first of all there is no way in hell that I will find anything notable in two years, second it won't be Nobel peace prize worthy, and third time for lunch dude I'm starving."
I stood up and head out the door just as the bell rang for lunch. As me and Pete waited in line to buy our lunch for the day we kept arguing about when I would graduate, this continued till the end of lunch and we had to go to our separate classes. At the end of class, we met in the looker room to change for tennis practice and continued the same conversation until we went home.
Man, does Pete know how to carry a conversation, I thought to myself. I quickly showered and went to my bed to begin practice. Before I start, I whisper to myself, "I will master this and see your face someday."
I lay down flat on my bed then close my eyes. I lie there waiting in the darkness of my own mind. Before I know, my feet go numb. I can feel the numbness growing, it slowly crawling up my leg. It is still scary, that feeling of not being able to move. No matter how many times I do this I still get scared, but its more than fear now, it is starting to excite me.
