Dreams | Dreamer Series Pt. I | Currently on hold

Chapter 8 (Preparation)

Preparation

I wake up, I don't know what time it is, but it feels early. Maybe that's only because I've only just woken up. It might make sense for it to be early, though. We probably went to bed pretty late last night. I can't really remember much, but I'm only assuming, since that's how it usually goes. 

I sit up in the soft new bed, stretching my arms towards the bright lights on the ceiling, and pushing my feet towards the end of the bed in the biggest, most refreshing and satisfying stretch in the history of all time. It was nice. After rubbing my eyes and sitting in the blankets silently for a while, I realize a key ingredient in the making the next tier of my life.

I didn't Dream last night.

That means from here on out, I don't have any idea of what's going to happen in this 'adventure.' It means I'm as vulnerable as I've ever been. I'm a normal freaking person!! This can't be happening!! I might die, and I won't even know it till it happens!! WTF?!?!

I start to breath heavily, and I pull my spindly fingers through my long, straight hair repeatedly, hoping it calms me down somehow. I don't know how that makes any sense at all, it just somehow... does. 

So here I am, sitting on a barely raised bed in the middle of a foreign place, the effects of a sleeping pill still wearing off, making me groggy and tired, yet still as alert as a cornered cat, about to scream my head off. I shove my head into one of the two pillows on the bed and yell into the soft fabric about anything I can possibly be sad about, namely:

1.) Mom and Dad and Beckett.

2.) The fact that I may never see them again.

3.) How snobby I'll sound when I tell the girls how vulnerable I feel being a normal person for the time being. 

4.) How much I don't want to be questioned about my Dreams by Seamus right now.

5.) That reminds me, Seamus, you there?

Silence. Then:

Maybe. What's up, Haven?

I didn't have any Dreams last night, so I don't know what you want to question me about.

Just about your previous Dreams is all.

Well, good luck, because I can't remember much of them. Anyway, why are you in my head so much? Don't you have a life of your own, Seamus?

That's what's handy about my power, I can MULTITASK!!

...Good for you. I'm going to the kitchen. I'm gonna make some Lucky Charms. See you in a bit.

Mkay. See you in a minute.

I walk out of the room, smoothing my hair down as I open the door, then push into the hallway, silently except for the slight squeak of my bare feet on the cold tile. I turn down the corridor and push the kitchen door open. The kitchen is empty except for Seamus.

"Where's everyone else?" I ask, looking around.

"Not awake yet. It's only, like, four in the morning. I'm surprised you're even awake yet!" he replies, way too optimistic for...

"Four in the morning?! Why am I awake so early?! Why are you?" I demand.

"Your Ambien must have worn off early. That's the--"

"Sleeping pill, I know. That's what I had at home," I interrupt.

"Oh, good to know, so you'll be used to it. Anyway, as for me, I couldn't sleep. Your thoughts while you sleep- whether you are conscious of them or not- are wonderful. I couldn't stop searching for more ideas. You use more of your brain than the average human, so you have more intelligent thoughts, like me. It's weird to find someone like you, when you've been living in a world full of idiots, you know?" He attempts to pick my brain while I sleep, I'm sure of it. That's probably why I had awoken with such a weird feeling. It was warm, and I felt as if someone were watching me.