Chapter Thirty Three-Sweet Dreams are Made of This

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The night sky covers my view. I see four different paths. Each to a different land.

The first path goes to a dark land with evil spirits. Looking directly into people's souls. Trying to find a way to break each one.

Next was a world that had rivers upon rivers. A lighthouse was in the distance. People on boats were searching and searching in the dark areas of the rivers.

I didn't know what they were looking for. All I knew is that it wasn't good.

After that was a path to solitude. A cold land filled with nothing. It looked so boring. So scary. I couldn't see myself there.

The last path was to a place of warmth. It was so relaxed. So calm. There were smiles and joy all around it. Of course I would choose that one.

I tried to take a step towards it, but I instead turned the other way. I wanted that path, but I couldn't go.

"Not yet." An inner voice told me.

"Why not?" I asked back.

No answer.

I continued to try to go to the fourth path. I continued to get turned the other way.

Finally I was turned all the way around. I couldn't see any of the paths. Instead I saw a lake. A lake of many colors. Red, purple, orange, yellow, green, blue, any color imaginable.

I took one step. Then another. Another step and another. I did that against my will until I was submerged up to my neck.

Then, I fell back, unable to resist. Unable to do anything. I was helpless.

I looked on at the waters above. The moon slowly blurring out. Oxygen slowly leaving.

"What are you doing?" I hear from a voice of an old friend. "Why are you crying? Did I hear your parents say something about leaving?"

"Ashton?" I asked.

"(Y/N), where are you going?"

I remember Ashton. My old best friend. I was just a kid. He was so cool, but he chose to stay by me instead of going and running after the popular kids. He was alright.

I remember my parents telling me that we were moving to a different city. The one I live in now. I never was able to get into contact with Ashton after we left.

Of course I missed him for a long time, but I soon got over it. I didn't know how I could ever forget him. I think I loved him once.

"(Y/N), don't be sad. Hey, if you ever want me to talk to you, just call me. I always will be able to meet up with you! Besides, you are cool. You will make a ton of friends."

The voice disappeared and I was left alone again. Sinking. Nothing was coming to help me.

I felt sadness, then anger. I was angry that no one would come get me. Where was everyone?

Then I remembered. Sans and Papyrus. I remembered what I was doing. I wanted to help them. They felt angry like me, I just knew it.

How could I help them if I couldn't help myself at that moment? I didn't know. It was useless.

Dreams I had were bitter like that, I couldn't seem to do anything while everything was happening around me. I wanted sweet dreams for once.

I raised my hand against the current. I wanted to help for once. I swam up. I had control. I was going to choose my own path.

I was going to help no matter what. I wasn't going to stay while someone else decided where I was going to go or what I was going to do. I was who I was and I would stay that way forever. There was no stopping me now.

Sweet dreams are made of false promises and expectations. I didn't know what was going to happen to me as I chose my own paths. That made my dreams bitter. If that was the case, I didn't want sweet dreams. I wanted the most bitterly toxic dreams ever.

I stepped out of the lake and turned to the paths, taking steps to the fourth one. I was going to get there. No matter what.

Then, as I stepped in, all the paths disappeared. Blur filled my vision as I heard an alarm. Time to wake up.

I looked around to see my own room. Was I in the path I wanted. Maybe. Maybe not.

I got up and went to my phone. I picked it up and went to the online phone book. I searched through it until I found the name I wanted. Then, I wrote it down on paper.

I was going to memorize it sooner or later, but that had to do for now.

The number was put into the phone and I hovered over the call button. Was this the best thing to do? I didn't know, but no going back now.

One push of a button and I heard the calling noise.

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