The Dreamer Trilogy: Book One

Chapter 1

I sit on my bed while holding the tablet showing today’s schedule. The vibrant glow of the white on the screen matches the color of my walls, as well as everything else in this facility. The schedule is almost normal, with a small change from rice to beans at lunch. I stand up from my soft, king sized bed and walk over to the closet. I choose the only outfit available which, as you can probably guess, is white. I never understood why everything was so bright in here, probably because white stands for cleanliness. I throw on the t-shirt and slacks and stroll back over to the tablet. I lean over to pick it up and it vibrates as the screen shuts off. “Guess I should’ve studied my schedule a little more” I grumble to myself. I turn around and head over to the washroom to do all of the hygienic brushing and scrubbing. I grab my toothbrush and turn on the sink. The metal of the water handle feels cold on my palms, but the water says otherwise. The Guild always keep the water hot here, they say it stimulates brain activity, which most of the people here think of as nonsense. I start brushing my teeth and shut off the water. I stare into my reflection as I brush; I’m not too original with my facial features. I have brown hair that curves up in the front and green eyes that look more like those of a cat. From my age of 16 you would think that I had at least a tad of facial hair, but the universe just wanted to hold off on puberty for another ten years. I spit the paste into the sink and run a comb through my hair before hearing a knock on my door. I walk past my bed to the doorway and look through the peephole. One of the Overseers stands guard in front of my door, looking right at me. He knocks again and I move my hand over to the knob. I twist and open the door, the Overseer greeting me with a hearty grin. “How are you today Mr. Roger?” The Overseer says, showing his rows of perfect teeth. “I’m doing alright sir, and you?” I reply. “Could be better Mr. Roger. We have news of your dream state last night” He says, the grin slowly fading from his face as he fiddles with the rim of his shirt. “And?” I ask, not trying to sound condescending. “We found that you have had great strides in your dreams and so we would like to give you this.” He says, smiling widely as he hands me a tube with a scroll of paper enclosed. I pop open the container and extract the parchment. I unroll it and read aloud at the top. “Congratulations, You Have Been Accepted Into The AMATEUR Level Of Dreaming. Thank You For Your Contribution To Our Research, And Have A Good Day. -Kindest Regards, The Guild.” I look up at the Overseer and notice him grinning at me. “What does this mean?” I ask. “Are you kidding? It means you are now apart of the Amateur Level of dreaming! We will move all of your valuables from this room, to your new one on the second floor. You are in room 242, and I highly suggest you go up to the second floor to get a feel for your new living area.” The Overseer replies, before smiling again. “Okay..” I say, barely containing my excitement, and brushing past him and into the halls of the facility.