Dream

Chapter 1

In front of me, a window opens. Then it closes. I try to open it and it cracks and cuts me. I step back and it opens, but now I'm bleeding. I blink. Another window appears. One slightly larger than the first. This one isn't open but opens the moment the first closes. What am I supposed to do with these windows? I walk toward them, but they seem to move away as I move closer. When I turn, I notice that I am surrounded with many windows of different shapes and sizes. Most are closed. It makes me dizzy. I stumble backwards and close my eyes.

A pink tree appears and a boy sitting under. Why is the tree pink? Who is that boy? Why is he sitting there? I could question all I want but if I don't do anything to find the answers, the questions are entirely pointless. When approaching the tree and the boy, I notice that he looks young and might be similar age to that of mine. How do I speak? Feeling nauseated again, I stop in my steps. What is speak? Did I know what that was? Was it something I had done before? When the dizziness left, I finally understood.

"Who are you?"

My raspy voice rings. My throat is sour. Water. Water? What is that?

"Not even a 'Hello' or 'Good Evening'?" The boy asks and chuckles.

"Hello"? "Good Evening"? Greetings, I think. Greetings? Is that what those are? Why say such a pointless word as "hello" when I could just be getting to the main point? Is it the evening? What makes this evening so good?

"Who are you?" I repeat.

He looks at me with a strange expression- confusion maybe.

"Who am I? I should be asking you. Why are you in my dream?"

"Dream?"

"Yes, you. In. My. Dream." He spoke slowly and made some weird hand gestures.

"Pardon?"

"Start with your name."

"Name?"

"OOHHHH MYY HGADGHJKHD. Do you not understand anything I'm saying?"

His tone pissed me off. "pissed me off?" That's a weird phrase. Why am I talking about piss?

"Excuse me? I'm sorry mister but I don't know where the heck I am, and I suddenly meet some random rude guy sitting next to this tree on drugs asking confusing questions and giving me an attitude because I don't know how to answer. SO disrespectful and annoying."

Oops, did I say that out loud? Wait what? After falling on the ground, I received a portion of my memory. Who am I am. These strange words. These weird feelings. I suddenly knew them and knew I had experienced them before. What am I doing here? Where is my family? My home? My friends? My cat? My head started to ache. I looked at the boy that I had forgotten was in front of me. He looked amused, but also confused. Hey, that rhymed! I should be a poet. Psht, yeah right. I suck at writing.

"This is one strange dream."

He said "dream" again. What does he mean? Wait, why am I thinking to myself again. If I really want to know, I can't keep to myself.

"What do you mean by 'dream'?"

"Well, you know, a dream."

"Yeah totally explains it. Wow, now I understand everything." I rolled my eyes. Is this guy an idiot?

"Right now, I'm asleep and I usually dream about scenery and people I know. I don't know you."

"Oh, it must feel strange to you. Well, my name is... Actually... I don't know. I can't remember."

"Ooh! Does that mean I can name you?!"

"First of all, I'm not an animal. Second, why are you so excited to name someone?"

"It sounds fun."

"How reasonable. Well since I can't remember, you can give me a name until I remember."

"Yes! Uh, Oreo! Buttercup! Tootsie! Snoodles! Marmalade! Daisy! Marshmallow!"

"What kind of names are those?"

"They are dog names I have been saving for my future dog."

"So, you see me as a dog?" Boys... tsk, tsk, tsk. "Any human names?"

"Uh, Bella?"

"Nice, I'll take it."

"You don't like any of the other names?"

"For a dog yeah, not for me."

"Oh. Darn. My alarm is ringing. I must get up and get ready for school. Hope we meet again!"

And with that, he left. So, am I really in someone's dream? I can't be. If he woke up and stopped dream, this place and I would cease to exist. This is something else. He didn't tell me his name. Wait. Why am I hear in the first place? Maybe if I can explore, I might understand. When I approached the pink tree, I noticed that it was made of sweets. The bark was easily torn, and the leaves picked. The bark seemed to be made of a solid yet easily breakable substance and when I tried it, I knew- It was chocolate, pink chocolate. The leaves had a texture like that of cotton and after tasting it, I was certain- cotton candy. When was the last time I had sweets? The bark and the scenery crumbled as a touched it for another piece to eat. It was dark, but a small light shined in the distance. I walked towards it. "Don't go towards the light". Where do I know that from? Oh well. Screw that. Here, I make my own choices. And instantly I regretted that.

Author's note:

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of what could possibly be a novel. Add this story to a playlist or follow me to keep updated! Thank you for reading!

Mari~