Dark Dreamer

I stare into his face, gaze into his electric blue irises.
"It's... you!" I exclaim.
He smiles, his eyes twinkling, like shinning stars.
I inch forward, brushing through piles of old dream catchers, until I'm standing right in front of him.
"You're the boy in my dreams," I say, in wonder.
He tilts his head sideways. His eyes shone, reflecting the coulourful light throw by the whimsical dream catchers hanging in the small, dark room.
"It's a dream come true," I whisper, hardly daring to believe.
He bends his head, his eyes just inches from mine.
"Are you sure? Look around you, don't you feel it?"
I force myself to tear away from his electrifying stare and gaze around.
"What do you mean?"
"You aren't really here. It's just a dream.
I am a dream. In a dream, where we are forced to be the players for a slumbering audience.
Now, you are a Dreamer, but it won't be long before you they make you one of us.
Soon the world will realize,
Everyone is only living a dream they have no control over."

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