LUCID DREAMER: Night of The Plague

Wanderer:2

FEBRUARY 2028

Saturday 24

I've been stalking the mysterious headphone boy for weeks and I'm not really making any progress. All I've gathered is that we go to the same bus stop and he goes to the same therapy sessions as me. I've never been this excited for therapy before or even to see someone. What's happening to me?

I haven't heard him state a word, I'm starting to think he's mute. Probably not. Were does he  even come even from? I haven't heard of any news of people moving into the neighborhood. He always stops at my school but disappears into the forest, everyday! I find that a bit concerning.

I'm currently standing outside my therapists office. Her name is Mrs. June and she's a very nice lady with an interesting choice of clothing.  We get along very well and she's been assisting me for 2 years now.

I have to make sure... 

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I've been sitting on this hospital bed for an hour hoping someone could pull down the blinds. The sun rays are scorching my pupils and I can barely see. After half an hour of training I can finally wiggle my fingers. As I attempt to lift up my arm, immense pain stings me rendering me useless. How does she expect me to press the button if I can barely move my arm!? I slowly feel the effect of the injection wearing off. My vision is becoming a blur.

As I fight to keep conscious, I hear the soft clicking of heels. It's her, I can feel her inject another of her magical serums under my skin and another burst of energy  fills me up.

"Hey there! How are you feeling?"

"Weak. So weak I can barely move my arms," I glance at  the nurse distastefully.

"I understand, but we don't have much time to help you recover. As you know, there are thousands of other people who are suffering from this as well so we gave you a brain scan-"

"A brain scan? You did a brain scan?"

With pain coursing in through my arms I quickly reach for my head and feel the bold surface that has replaced my hair.

"It was already falling off... You lacked  proper nutrients in your body,"

My stomach churns, I blinked back the storm of tears threatening to fall. I probably looked terrifying. A monster. Why should I be thinking of my appearance at this point?

"So what now?"

"Unfortunately  we found a tumor. It's latching on to everything it can, slowly consuming every part of your brain. We've recently found the same tumor in other patients as well. How much of your brain is consumed helps to tell how detrimental your stage is unt-"

"Until what!?"

"Until you sleep forever." She pauses and reaches for my head.

"Venus, I know you're scared but you are a strong girl and I need you tell me what you know so we can find a cure." 

She turns around to see if anyone's watching  and then whispers " We've had some miraculous people who've woken up from the third stage. Their sleep cycle is working now perfectly normal and their tumor is gone."

"What?" That's impossible. The third stage is the final and most deadly stage. The people who sleep forever normally die after a few days.

"I also don't know much," I say, " But  what I do know  is I'm now meeting other people in my dreams. Real people. My dreams are also becoming... more terrifying. My worst nightmares and nightmares that aren't even my own..."

The nurse stares at me with interest and jots out my words in a little booklet.

"I have proof." I suddenly remembered. " Keegan, he's dying his sleep,"

"My friend visited me in a dream and told me his address His address is ... APPLE WOOD 16. You have to call the ambulance immediately." Panic consumes me, why didn't I remember earlier.

The nurse looks at me apprehensively.

"Go!"

The nurse's expression is filled with confusion. She me gives small nod and disappears into the corridor.

"I'M NOT CRAZY!" It's my last pursuit to prove my chastity but it's only giving the opposite effect.

"I'm not...crazy." I whisper to myself. 

I  anxiously stare at the ticking clock, my fingers incessantly tapping against the plastic surface beside me. Is he alive? Is he dead? Are we still enemies? Recalling his face brings me painful memories of what could have been. He shouldn't have tried to runaway.

The nurse walks in half an hour later with a weak smile plastered on her face. Her expression filled with relief and joy.

" You were right after all."

Not a moment later a  group of nurses and a doctor rush in with a paitent. It's him.  The poor boy looks helpless, near to death. My vision is blurred by thick tears threatening to fall, I can feel panic rising within me, this isn't happening. The heart monitor is beeping faster and faster.

"Venus!" 

The nurse's cry fumbles into nothingness. I can feel myself losing consciousness. 

Author Time:

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Will Venus die or fall into another Lucid dream?