If there was an entity out there who gave Cor dreams, they didn't like him. He had a nightmare. He woke up gasping for breath, sweat cooling. When his heartbeat settled, his mind panicked.
How could he convince Mike's father that dreams were something to have and believe in if the dream he had was a nightmare? He had no new dreams to give. All he had left was the tree-place dream, the contentment dream, the talking dream, and the running dream. Would any be enough to convince him? Would be what he was looking for in a dream? He had no idea what Mike's father expected or if he had already set his mind against them. And he hadn't had a good dream, he'd had a nightmare. A dream about being killed by the Guards wouldn't convince anyone that dreams were something everyone should have, that they weren't something to be controlled. But would the tree-place dream convince anyone either? The contentment dream? The running dream? The talking dream? Which would be better? Which would he like more? One had to work. But how could he choose?
He closed his eyes.
The running dream. He'd give him the running dream.
He walked down to the first floor, feet dragging, would it be enough repeating in his head. He entered the apartment, went to the parents' bed, placed his hands on Mike Senior's head and arm. The transfer went easily, like every one before it. So easily. Was that it? Could he do something more? If Mike's father didn't like it, would he be kicked out? Fred's mother said he wouldn't be, but would she change her mind if Mike's father said to? Would the dream be enough for him to stay here?
He hoped so.
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FantasyCordonalae is a Draugma, a race of creatures who exist to give humans the dreams they are incapable of forming. In his world, his kind are imprisoned slaves, working endlessly so their dreams may be sold to the highest bidder Outside. Cor has never...
