Trapped in a Dream

II

In your sleep, you had woken up in a beautiful field, flowers spread everywhere and the sun shining brightly in the sky. You yawned, rubbing your eyes- breathing in a fresh dose of air, stretching your back. "Ahhh, much better," you sighed, cracking your knuckles. It would be a short while before you would wake up- so you had vowed silently to yourself you'd make the most of your realistic dream- and it started now.

Walking around in your worn Converse, you gazed at the lush greens that were practically everywhere- from trees to shrubs, even to grass. "Damn," you murmured, "This dream's pretty good." Finally, you got tired of just looking at plants left to right- and decided to find someone to meet and talk with.

Somehow, you had landed in the city of London, the streets crowded with hundreds of people moving around doing their daily routine- you could tell since the Big Ben was just a few streets away. Your eyes gleamed with excitement, even if your face was completely neutral. You'd actually wanted to see the Big Ben in real life, and you had the opportunity to right now- well, technically it wasn't real, since you were in your dream- but who cared? 

Following your sense of direction, you started to walk in a zigzag pattern towards the large clocktower, ignoring whoever stared at you as if you were an alien because of your attire- it would be more than a century 'till their descendants would wear these, anyway. You continued doing this, ignoring everyone else- until a carriage was headed your way.

You had nearly been run over when the horses had stopped galloping. "A-Ahh...I-I-I'm sorry, sir...I-I-I-I just..." You stuttered, embarrassed. Damn, it had only been around ten minutes or so and you nearly died! Mentally smacking yourself, you sighed and shook your head, before looking up to see who the coachman was...

And boy, did it shock you.