Seventeen-year-old Jamie drifts through life in a numb haze, feeling disconnected from the world, from their own body, and from a future that seems built for someone else. Every day blends into the next - until one night, while flipping through the static of an old television, Jamie stumbles upon a strange, unnamed show.
The show feels alive - more real than anything else - starring characters who don't just act but seem to know Jamie intimately. Night after night, the show becomes an obsession, and with it, strange, vivid dreams begin to bleed into reality. In these dreams, Jamie is different: freer, truer, a version of themself that fits in ways their waking self never could.
As Jamie is drawn deeper into the glowing, flickering world of the show, reality begins to crack. They find themselves slipping between worlds - hallways full of whispering doors, endless rooms of distorted reflections, and voices that call them by a name they've never heard but feel deep in their soul.
For the first time in ages, he was being listened to, not just heard. His voice moved like the waves they danced in only a few days ago and carried out across the room like the storm raging outside.
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George had never really felt like he fit in. Not because his adoptive family struggles with him being a trans man, or the fact that his younger sister is everything he will never be, but because hes always felt small.
Cue in Dream, Georges best friends new dorm mate for college. Hes everything George wants to be. Tall, tattooed, cis, not to mention incredibly sexy. When his eyes fall on George the Earth seems to stand still.
And that really fucking terrifies him.