The proletariat and the dreamer

It was a long car ride to Cayfells friend’s house. I learned his name was Cayfell but everyone called him Cay. It was pronounced say. His friends all turned out to be dreamers. They lived in an average sized house but it was in a town that you could consider dead. They lived near a cemetery, a river, and some old historic buildings. Aside from that there were a few small little houses around but no one ever really knew who lived in them. The afternoon had extended into a dull evening and the sky was becoming darker. Cayfell told me all about the town we were heading towards during the car ride. I didn’t mind hearing; he was good at explaining it. I was a bit anxious though knowing I would soon meet a group of about five to six people who claimed to be dream walkers and I would instinctively want to kill them.

The name of the town was blue. It was a weird name for a town that seemed so much more of a grey than a blue. These people Cayfell knew were also from the eighteen hundreds but had been in the same dream as Cayfell at the time so the whole group of them had ended up here. And when they couldn’t get back home they decided to build their own life here and stick together.

Cay parked the car finally underneath a hanging of trees and leaves. We were in the forest, where the house was. A river and a cemetery were a walk away.

It was cold. The wind was blowing and the sadness in the air surrounded me. I followed Cay, carrying my bag alongside me to the front door. The house was pretty. It was a navy blue with a smooth texture and the door was black. The knob on the door was a pretty white and the windows were also aligned with white. Cay knocked on the door. It opened instantly and a girl stood before us. She looked my age. She was young almost but older at the same time. She had young light features, with medium length strawberry blond straight hair and bright blue watery eyes. Her cheeks were colorful and big. She smiled welcomingly and stepped to the side.

“Hi.” She said, looking at me kindly.

“Hello.” I said.

“Tatum this is Lindsey.” Cay said.

“Nice to meet you.” She said. “You’re the proletariat right?”

“Yeah.” I said, not liking to have to say that.

“Well don’t worry.” Lindsey said as if knowing how I’d felt. “We can help you. Do you want to come and meet the others? They’re all in the kitchen.”

“Sure. I’d love to.” I said politely and followed her into the kitchen.

I walked into to the small white and almost cute little kitchen and looked over at all of the eyes that stared back at me.

Two girls sat at a table. One was a brunette with straightish medium hair as well and the other was a red head with her hair pinned up but strands of curly red hair were falling down. One guy who was a brunette leaned back against the counter in front of the sink behind the two girls. Another guy stood next to them with his arms crossed and a serious expression on his face. He was a blonde.

“Everyone.” Lindsey said. “This is Tatum.”

“Hi.” The brunette girl said. “I’m Renee. This is Elaine.” She pointed to the red head who also offered a friendly smile.

“That’s Jason and Carson.” Cay said. The blonde was Carson and the brunette was Jason.

“I can take your bag.” Lindsey said grabbing my bag from me at the same time she offered. She walked out into the living room.

Cay also left the room to do something but I didn’t know what. It was awkward because he’d left me standing here in front of all these strangers. Carson looked really upset about something and Renee was turning around and whispering for him to shut up when he kept on mumbling something. Jason stared at me, which made it more awkward. Renee looked over at Elaine who was working on some sort of paper at the table. I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorframe.