The Dream Theory

(1) The Intrusion

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Erik woke up are the sound of his neighbors blaring off on the other side of the wall. He grumbled to himself, rubbing the sleep off his eyes and forced himself out of bed. He looked at his desk, where his alarm clock should've been doing its job at but it was off. He frowned to himself heavily but didn't have the time to deal with it. He was running late.

"Damn." He huffed as he got himself ready. Making his tea, packing his things-the usual.

Erik paced around the room with heavy footsteps, slinging his camera around his neck as he grabbed his keys along with his helmet.

He walked outside and hopped onto his motorcycle quickly. He felt his heart race. His boss is very strict about workers coming to work on time. He just hoped he'll be able to sneak past without getting scolded at like a little kid.

It took twenty five minutes to get to work. Erik wasn't happy about that, telling himself that now the boss'll be mad for sure.

He parked into a parking space rather desperately and stepped out with a few folders in hand along with his cup of fresh hot tea. Everything in his arms were jabbing him everywhere, but it wasn't really the time to stop and get it tidied up.

He contonued walking, his boot heels hitting against the high curb of the stairs as he crossed them. He couldn't help but look up at the 400 ft tall blue building named Trevor News. It was one of the best sights on here.

Trevor News is a company dedicated to bringing the people the more realistic side of the news. Erik often dreamed of developing his own news website. As an interrogator and professional photographer. He had gotten two awards for his works. But he didn't have the eye for working as a photographer, which was the job he was recommended, but to provide news for people. Real and unbelievable news with solid evidence. Unexpected twists and turns.

Erik took a turn in the building to the left side and approached a curved desk where a young woman with straight blonde shoulder cut hair sat behind.

She looked up from her computer in mid-type and inhaled, sounding happy but tried to contain it. "Mr Oliver. About time." She said with the click of her tongue and rummaged through her drawer and took out Erik's work ID. Erik took it with a smile and clipped it onto himself.

"Good morning Karen. I hope I'm not too late. I accidentally overslept." He said with a small awkward chuckle as he struggled to clip the ID on himself.

"Nah. It's fine. I betcha Trevor didn't even notice since his nose is always high up his-"

"Thank you for understanding!" Erik rushed to say as he collected his things and walked away, giving her a tiny nod. "See ya."

"Bye bye pretty boy."

Erik walked toward the elevator. He pressed a button with his elbow and awaited for it to arrive. When it came, he boarded and put in his destination. Cradling his papers in his arms, tightly. He waited for the ting. As the doors were about to close, an arm intervened. Erik didn't recognize the arm. The doors froze and the owner of the arm hopped right in with Erik.

The middle aged man with light brown hair with blonde strikes and blue eyes looked over at Erik and nodded. Hooking his thumbs on his belt, along side the inside of his long dark gray coat. He wore a light blue button down shirt and a thin coffee colored jacket.