Dream Team One-Shot's

Switched Bodies 💚💙

(For Context: Dream and George had just moved into their apartment together about one month ago, as friends.)

One morning George went down stairs to get the mail and ran into his neighbor. They each grabbed their mail and while skimming through it the neighbor looked over to George.

"Hey, you're one of the guys that are in room E14, right?"

"Yeah, I'm George. You're in E15?" 

"Yup, the names Tim." they got on the elevator together, "Um... do you mind if I ask a bit of a weird question?"

"You can ask." George figured he was going to ask about his sexuality because he lives with another man (and was fine with the question). 

However, that's not what the question was, "Have you and your roommate switched bodies?"

"What?" George wasn't sure if he heard correctly.

"I know it sounds crazy but your apartment is haunted and sometime this month, you and your roommate will switch bodies." 

"Okay..." George got off the elevator and ran to his apartment. 

He slammed the door shut behind him. 

"George? What happened?" Dream could tell he looked weirded out.

"Our neighbor is a freak. He is like.. CRAZY." he whispered hoping that Tim couldn't hear through their walls, if that was even his real name.

"What did he do?" he questioned.

George didn't answer as he tried to process what happened.

"Did he touch you?" you could hear the serious anger in Dream's voice.

"No, no, no. Nothing like that. Forget about it."

"Okay... but if he did, you can tell me. I will kill him." 

"I promise it was nothing like that. He said that our apartment has a curse and that we will switch bodies or something? I ran away. That guy is insane."

They chose to move on and go about their day. They figured that maybe that's the reason why their apartment was available and so cheap. No one wanted to like next to this weirdo. 

At night they went to sleep in their own bedroom's. 

THE NEXT MORNING

George opened his eyes to the morning sun shining through the window into his room. He closed his eyes to shield them from the sun. He felt around in his bed for his phone. As soon as he found it he turned it on. He saw that it was 8:47 in the morning. Why am I up so early? 

An even better question was why was he holding Dream's phone and not his own phone. An even better question than that was why were all the colors around him so bright?

George sat up and looked around the room. He was laying in Dream's bed. What happened last night? He looked around in the bed to see if Dream was there. When he looked on his left side, he got a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He looked into the mirror because he didn't look like himself. WAIT- he REALLY didn't look like himself. It was Dream. He tuned around to make sure that Dream wasn't anywhere in the room. He looked back into the mirror and grabbed... his face? Dreams face? Not his face. Dreams face.  

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" He yelled.

"AHHHH!" he yelled that his voice was Dream's voice.

He looked at his hands and saw that they were Dream's. He started shaking his hands hoping that he would wake up from this dream that felt so real. He wasn't waking up. He thought of another strategy. Lucid dreaming: I am George, I am George, I am in my own body, I am not in Dream's body. He shot his eyes back open and looked into the mirror. He was still Dream. This can't be real.